I went along the banks of the North Platte to check the flows and the water temps. (By dangling an appendage, any appendage, in the current, I can reliably guess the water temps within a half degree.) The flows are up to 2,000 cfs. The water is clearing--a great time of the year to drift a size 12 San Juan worm in your favorite run. The annual Two-Fly Tournament is over and done with. The participants fled town with their prizes and bragging rights, and I have to say, I don't miss them. Here, on the banks of the river, among disks of spent tippet, the mud pummeled with the telltale sign of boot prints, I found a few golden morels. And if you're curious, the water temp was 42.5 degrees.
I have a new feature in The Flyfish Journal, but most of you can't afford the 12 dollar magazine, or your money is earmarked for a dusty and forgettable family BBQ weekend at Glendo State Park. Or you spent too much on a new sprinkler system. So I'll just tell you the article talks about a fly-fishing trip to the Yukon, and some big pike on the fly. Bill Mixer--who also refuses to buy the magazine--is featured. He sleeps in the back of my truck with my dogs. He catches some fish. He soaks in the public hot springs in nothing but boxers. Here he is reading my copy and complaining about the price.