As I mentioned, I went fishing over the weekend on Moccasin Lake.
It was Sunday, the tenth anniversary of Sept. 11. I felt a little weird fishing that day, but it was the last weekend before my brother’s birthday and we wanted to do something fun.
I rationalized it by thinking that if I wasn’t fishing, the terrorists win. So we went fishing.
Moccasin is at a private ranch in Winthrop that was a little higher than the valley floor. But it was still just shy of 100 degrees on Sunday.
If it hadn’t been a big deal, I wouldn’t have fished the lake because trout don’t like the heat. But it was a good time to spend a day with my brother.
We fished in the morning and sat in the sun in the heat of the afternoon. I was surprised that the fishing was pretty decent.
And we nearly caught all of the fish on dry flies. There was a morning hatch of callibaetis mayflies and then when the wind picked up, we put so foam bodied Chernobyl ants on tip and retrieved them like little poppers.
The fish came up for them. I also had some good success on adult damselflies.
We ended up leaving early, but I’m sure the fishing was good right before dark. It usually is, but we had a four-hour drive ahead, so we didn’t wait for dusk.