A fish feeding on the surface will have two distinct looks. The first is when it eats a bug sitting on top of the water surface. It will stick only its snout out of the water. You can often see a bug float into its range and anticipate the eat.
There is mystique about the night. The silence. I cannot help to wonder what monsters stir, not to be seen in the light of day. Brown trout being nocturnal, it only makes sense. But to the advantage of all trout, night is when aerial predators are held mostly at bay.
Spring weather lifts the burden of old man winter off southern Alberta and coaxes fly fishers from their vices onto open rivers. As some of the only open water around, early migrants bring the river to life. Franklin’s gulls break the silence of winter, ducks are flashing their breeding plumage, and soon swallows will fill the sky in a frenzy. Itching to just get back on the river, expectations are tempered with shaking the dust off your cast and soaking some rays in mind. Low water temperatures hold fish from being active early, but quality trout still show themselves.
