Skunked isn’t a word that I like to use. But it sums up my trip to the Swift river last week quite well. I parked in the Y pool parking lot and suited up. The sun was just making it’s way over the foot hills. It had been quite cold, cold enough to have to scrape off my car.
A favorite spot on the Swift
I made it up to the Y pool passing several favorite spots. I found two fishermen fishing the north end of the pool; which is very normal for the very popular pool. I fished the southern end of the pool, trying everything from a blue winged olive to caddis but to no avail. The trout were sipping off of the surface size 24 black midges. One of the few flies I did not have on me.
I stayed for just under two hours. Now you may ask why? I knew that the trout were not gonna bite, but that is the thing about fly-fishing it’s great just getting on the water; even if you have no hope of catching anything. Know that I will be stopping by a fly shop to load up on a range of midges for my next trip to the Swift.
Speaking of fly shops, this week a trip up to the Orvis, Manchester, and The Swift River Fly Rod store.