While drifting I hooked a few solid fish on a simple white marabou minnow fly that I've used for years with great success. One of these days I'll try swinging it on the spey rod. The fly is ridiculously small compared to the intruder style flies I like to use, but one never knows. I also had a lot of luck with a black stonefly featuring a red estaz collar. Hooking fish on a new pattern that you tied up on a whim is always rewarding.
On Tuesday I hooked three skippers before my 9 a.m. conference call. The first two hit without me having to enter the water -- something that is hard to do swinging. Wading when the water is 33 degrees isn't a lot of fun when dress pants rather than fleece are under the waders. Eventually I waded in, lost feeling in my legs and hooked a few more fish. Yes, I'm an addict.
Tuesday's heavy rains brought the Steelhead Alley rivers up to near flood levels, which means I'll be back swinging soon.