Amanda's Riffle

North Branch of the Whitewater. Just below where the ATV path crosses the stream from the cornfield. The wind is nasty. One fish has come up a couple times while I was working on a near terminal...make that terminal tangle. #16 Tan Caddis down 30" to a beadhead dropper...Copper John, or a pheasant tail, or something.

Ryan is downstream with my dad. Amanda and I have been working our way up. She caught her first one already--a fingerling but it was pretty. She's learning really well.

Multiple currents. The foam line we want to hit is only 15 feet away, but it's gonna' be tough. A back eddy at our feet, slow, fast, then slow again stragith across. Probably not the best place to be standing for a beginner, but we tried downstream already and there was no place to stand--did I mention the wind? This will have to do.

First cast...gross, but let it go, you never know...pick it up.

Second cast...better...did you see that? Your dry fly disappeared. Could have been bottom. Pick it up.

Third cast...too much drag...pick it up...he won't want it...we have to fight the currents...big mend upstream next time.

Cast again...nice mend...wait for it...this could be...lift it up...fish on!

I think she's hooked, Ryan.

Till next cast...