I'm back at Clear Creek. I've tied up a black version of the muddler.
I get nothing as I work my way downstream. Is the fly too dark? It seems that the creek flow is down a tick. Maybe that's it.
At the island I find confirmation that the flow is down. The right channel isn't getting any water. Good to know as I learn the ways of this creek.
Not even the riffle and run gives up a fish this day.
I go around the bend, farther than I have yet. It's good to get wet in some new water.
I turn around and head back.
I find two geodes that are too big to lug home. Someone else will want them.
I take one more pass through the place where I started. This time, though, I have the natural deer hair fly on the tippet. It brings me a fish.
Is it because the fly is lighter in color? Or is it because it's dusk now? Are there other factors at work that I'm not aware of?
Who knows? I won't lose any sleep over it.
Because sometimes it's just being in the right place at the right time.
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