Craig picked me up a half hour past noon and we headed forthe upper Manistee to intercept the afternoon hendrickson hatch. One photos shows Craig first starting in the river and the others are of the huge brookies we found. Actually there was a hatch and from 3:30 to about a quarter after four and I was in the middle of rising fish. I saw a big trout leap clear of the water and stalked it with all the stealth I could muster. Apparently that wasn’t good eenough because I couldn’t catch it. Instead small brookies attacked my dry fly like ball players slugging shells in a beer garden after the game. You’ll see the fish pictured here too.
Sometimes I wonder why I get a thrill our of fooling little trout on a fly when compared to their big lake brethern they amount in size to nothing. My trolling lures on Lake Michigan are often bigger, but the answer to the why question is that all kinds of fishing is fun and if one can’t enjoy it all then it is more a comment about the fisherman than the fish.
In the end Craig and I dined on Subways in Grayling and smiled all the way back to Suttons Bay.
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