Do you know the pale morning dun? It’s a mayfly. About this big. Trout go crazy for them. A few years ago I went camping on a lake in the southern Sierras, I’d gone out for a couple weeks by myself with a twenty pound bag of rice, only. One afternoon I’m working a shore and an old timer works towards me and asks what I’m using and I show him a pale morning dun. He says it won’t work and he says because lakes here talk. And he said: the fish in the lakes talk to each other. Through the streams like wires? I asked. The air, the old man says. Fields, roots. I dunno. They talk. Man can’t fish one drainage without causing another to get wise. So a couple days later I see a guy about twenty and ask whether the fish talk through the lakes. He laughed and said his grandfather knew they did. Used that word.
Pale Morning Dun
Pale Morning Dun
Pale Morning Dun
Do you know the pale morning dun? It’s a mayfly. About this big. Trout go crazy for them. A few years ago I went camping on a lake in the southern Sierras, I’d gone out for a couple weeks by myself with a twenty pound bag of rice, only. One afternoon I’m working a shore and an old timer works towards me and asks what I’m using and I show him a pale morning dun. He says it won’t work and he says because lakes here talk. And he said: the fish in the lakes talk to each other. Through the streams like wires? I asked. The air, the old man says. Fields, roots. I dunno. They talk. Man can’t fish one drainage without causing another to get wise. So a couple days later I see a guy about twenty and ask whether the fish talk through the lakes. He laughed and said his grandfather knew they did. Used that word.