It is a sad thing for me to post here but the fishing season in Yellowstone National Park is winding down. Only two weekends of fun and frolic in our 1st National Park are left. So we better go out with a bang. The weather is doing its best to provide that bang, with a plethora of clouds and coolness. What does that have to do with anything, well if you are a Baetis it means you and a bazillion of your closest friends can party like there is no tomorrow (of which in entomological terms there really isn’t). Intense hatches of Baetis have been blanketing the Firehole, Henry’s Fork, and Madison Rivers. Likewise on the Gallatin, Ruby, and Yellowstone. My favorite little bug is putting on quite a finale as the season winds down. These gray days are begging for a black wing Baetis cripple #20, and I have been doing my best to oblige. Foam is home folks, and Baetis pile into these slack water foam magnets in masses. Take a look at the photo and you will see why the foam is where it is at. Foam is almost always where I turn to first in the shoulder seasons to find rising trout. The diminutive bugs seem very prone to getting trapped in its frothy grasp. Nose city! The days are dwindling, and although there is plenty of fishing outside the Park to keep me in fishing shape over the next wintry months, I am going to get my Park fill while I still can.
May all your fish be risers.