Morrish Rio Grande Early Season

As the wind continued to die down and the light began to fade the action picked up even more. Three additional fish were landed on the Pom Skater and at least four others boiled up on it.

The memory that will stick out most was having guide Tommy Lajous at my side while I threw my longest possible cast. We were both squinting and craning our necks to try and pick up on the fly’s location. I chugged it a few times but still no sight of it.

Was it even skating? I turned to Tommy and asked him if he could see the fly. It was essentially dark. He shook his head and said “no”. Just then, way out where we assumed the fly to be swinging, there was huge unmistakable boil and he turned to me and said “but I can see that!”