After a few errands early today, Granny and I slipped the boat in an old favorite, Quade Creek. Quade has been high all summer and mediocre fishing at best, but we know if we don’t get on it soon summer will be over. This morning was a cool 34º telling us fall is around the corner.
The coldest night in months became a huge factor. We didn’t see a single fish move until about 2 PM. Normally we see PMD’s and fish rising everywhere the minute we
put on whether its 8 AM or 10, but today was brutally slow. Another factor might have been the heavy float fishing traffic ahead of us. When I dropped our car off at the takeout and did the bike shuttle I counted eight empty trailers. This is a tiny river and I have never heard of eight boats on a single stretch. A boat or two is common and there’s plenty of good fishing for that amount, but eight! What a bummer!
To avoid the traffic and feel as if we had the river somewhat to ourselves we hung back big time. I’ll bet in three hours we didn’t even go a mile. Then the yellow sallies began to hatch and fish started to rise. The fish were by no means rising hot and heavy but there were fish. Granny tied on a sally as it is one of her favorites and during the next three hours we landed about three quality fish. One was a rainbow and the other two were cuttbows. We also caught several smaller fish, an even mix of cutties 
and rainbows.
Sorry for the short entry but it’s off to the airport to pick up my old friend Derek Mitchell and we then have a long and late drive to the Henry’s Fork. Tomorrow we are going to tear up the huge rainbows of the Ranch – I hope!
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