The last Tuesday of August was a great day on the South Fork. We try to hit this famous fishery during the week. Less boats. Less competition for the riffles. We used emergers, basically anything with a pinkish hue, and found the riffles a winning place to be, especially the ones in the middle of the big river where the live water runs across the rock in a mezzanine structure. The flies floated over the drop-offs where larger trout were salivating and ready to nip, tuck and run with them. Alex hooked into a big rainbow and just lost it after a battle to the flats. His big brother was lingering downstream in a side channel and waiting for Alex to find him. » More: Riffle Candy
