BUGS FOR DINNER
On the first cast, the fly swung hard. When the mouse pattern hit the seam, I started to chug it. A cutthroat almost 2 feet long charged out from under a log, slashed at the mouse and missed badly. The fish momentarily retreated to the log to sulk but then suddenly streaked downstream after my drifting fly, chased the mouse down and smashed it. The fish was on for a moment, churning at the surface, before it threw the hook.
We were way up in the mountains, but this was a predator from the prairies below, summering in the sub-alpine. All manner of creepy and crawly things fall into farm creeks and irrigation ditches. Trout that migrate from the prairie to the mountains to spawn get used
