What the hell are they doing here, now?
I don't plan my fishing trips. Hatches. Weather. Fellow Anglers. None are ever a consideration for when I fish. I fish when I can.* In fact, it's my favorite time to fish.
|Buy the bugs a calendar!|
The hatch chart says late April to early May so we're actually trying to plan a fishing trip in advance. Just getting our personal and professional calendars aligned has been challenging and now the friggin' bugs have gone and buggered it all up.
I've never really paid all that much attention to the waxing and waning of the particular hatches. When I'm on the water I check to see what's "in season" but I don't fish the hatches per se. Someday I'd like to fish some of the more famous hatches, especially the Drake hatches, but it's going to have to wait for a time when my calendar is a whole lot more flexible than it is today.
I don't have enough years on the Housatonic to have the hatch cycles fully dialed in so I consulted the hatch charts and called up the fly shop. That got me thinking about a late April trip, which it turns out is around my buddy's birthday so it coulda been quite the event.
In mid-March, I made a call to the fly shop to confirm the progression of the season and it yielded some distrubing news. The late Stoneflies were waning, the fortsythia was in full bloom and the Hendricksons were expected any day. In fact, the first appeared around the 24th. That's almost a month early?!
So now our late April trip won't be a Hendrickson trip if it's any trip at all.
And now I feel a sense of urgency to actually fish the Hendrickson hatch since that idea has fully germinated in my brain.
And I've got enough commitments over the next four days to fairly guarantee that I'm going to miss this weekend's shot at fishing the hatch.
Which makes me sad.
Damn those Hendricksons!
* Excepting the Black Friday Housy trip and the early November Steelhead trip.