STONEFLIES IN THE
SPRING
by Barry & Cathy Beck
It was April and an early
spring storm had the river high and out of shape. To
make matters worse, the air temperature had dropped
overnight leaving an early morning frost on the ground.
Cathy and I drove up and down the stream looking for a
place that looked fishable and finally decided that one
place looked as bad as the other, so we parked the car
and debated over a cup of hot coffee if we should even
try to fish. I was not surprised when Cathy, being the
eternal optimist, started to gear up. We talked over our
strategy as we pulled on wool socks and we agreed that
this was not a day for dry flies. Our four and five
weight rods would stay in their cases and out came a
pair of six weight rods along with reels spooled with
sink-tip lines.
Cathy
soon had her rod ready to go while I fumbled with cold
hands over a wind knot that somehow had found its way
into my tippet. I teased, accusing her of being the last
person to use my reel and she responded by reaching out
with a pair of snips and cutting off my tippet which is
what I should have done in the first place. In a couple
of minutes, with a new 4x tippet attached, we worked our
way down a long winding path to the stream. Normally a
gentlemen, I always let Cathy go first through the pool,
but today she decided that I should start us off so I
tied on a big streamer and went to work on the head of
the pool. I covered a lot of water in a fairly short
time mixing up my retrieves and finally changing
patterns but with no response from the fish.
When
I got to the end of the pool I decided to get out and
warm up thinking as I walked out that this was a better
day for tying flies next to the fireplace than it was
for fishing. I was amazed to see Cathy still at the head
of the pool and I watched as she placed a cast upstream
and then high-sticking the rod, she followed the fly
through its drift. She's probably too cold to move, I
thought, and then I saw her rod tip move and take a
familiar arc. Stuck on the bottom, I thought, and then I
could see that it wasn't the bottom after all and she
soon landed a fish. I was too far away to see what kind
it was or even how large it was but there was no doubt
that she had caught a fish. I sat down on a nearby log
and shivered and now wished that I had dressed warmer.
The minutes went slowly by as I thought about building a
fire when I saw her catch another fish. I forgot about
the fire and being cold and walked back upstream . We
don't compete, but the thought of her catching fish when
I had the advantage of fishing through the pool first
and coming up skunked was more then I wanted to bear.
"You
caught two?" I asked. "Actually three," Cathy replied as
she made another cast. I put my pride aside and asked
what she was using? She told me she was using a fly and
then laughing, and knowing that she had me, she finished
out the drift and waded to shore announcing that she too
was cold and ready for a break. It started to sleet as
we hiked back up the trail to the car. The pellets of
ice stung as we climbed in and I quickly started up the
engine and turned on the heat. We had placed our rods
across the hood, a habit that started long ago after
driving off with the rods on top of the roof. I could
see a large black stonefly nymph hooked in the hook
keeper of her rod. That's what you were using? I asked.
Cathy was busy pouring a hot cup of coffee but she
looked up and nodded. She reminded me that with the
cold, high water the trout would be sitting it out on
the bottom reluctant to move, so putting the large juicy
stonefly nymph on the bottom right in front of their
noses just made sense to her.
It made perfect sense to
me as well. After all, trout are by nature opportunists
and they do see a lot of stonefly nymphs throughout the
year and do take advantage of the opportunity to eat
them when they are available. Cathy's slow, deep,
dead-drift technique was just what was needed to put her
fly on the trout's plate, so to speak. Outside the car
the ice was starting to accumulate and we both agreed
that the fireplace was starting to look pretty darn good
so I volunteered to take down our rods and we headed
home. On the way we stopped for gas and while I was
pumping a friend stopped at the next pump. He saw our
fishing gear in the car and commented that we had to be
crazy to be on the stream on a day like this and then
asked if we had actually caught something. I smiled
replying that we had caught 3. I might have forgotten to
mention that Cathy had caught all of them. There are
some advantages to having a good fishing partner.
Stoneflies in general require water that is highly
oxygenated so we can expect to find more of them in the
faster riffles and runs of a river. They are often
nocturnal in nature although daytime hatches are common
in the west with the eastern hatches generally more
prolific after dark. There are, of course, exceptions to
the rule and the smaller early black and brown stonefly
hatches show up in the spring during daylight hours and
often bring trout to the surface to feed as do the
smaller yellow adults of early June.
Like
most aquatic insects, stoneflies spend the majority of
their lives living on the bottom of streams and rivers.
They often drift unattached to a new destination in a
riffle and they are active underwater throughout year
including the colder months of winter and spring. They
can play an important role in the trout diet, and should
always be in our fly boxes. The nymphs appear to be
prehistoric as this order of insects has been around for
a long time. There are over 500 identified species in
North America but there are probably only a handful that
we as trout fishermen need to know. The larger members
of the genus Acroneuria prevail both in the east and the
west. It's this larger stonefly that Cathy was
imitating. Tied and fished on a size 6, 8, or 10 hook,
these big flies offer a quick meal to a trout. Many
stonefly nymphs will crawl to the shore line to hatch
and can be more than clumsy in their efforts to emerge.
Fishing techniques will vary when it comes to the larger
stonefly nymphs, but the most productive method for us
has been dead-drift right on the bottom. If we are faced
with high cold water conditions, as we were on that
April outing, we'll resort to sink tip lines to quickly
get our flies on the bottom, but we prefer a floating
line with a weighted fly or split shot added to the
leader. If you use more than one split shot for added
weight try spacing the shot at three inch intervals on
your leader. It will give you a better drift with fewer
foul-ups. And, we've recently started using a 9 1/2 foot
rod for most of our nymph fishing, the extra six inches
makes high sticking and line mending all the easier.
There
are a lot of flies that work well as search-type
patterns for high cold water, but a big ugly looking
stonefly nymph fished on the bottom can sometimes be
hard to beat. |