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Grasshoppers Don’t Always Have to be Served On Top

August 5, 2010
Author: Trouts Staff

Glancing over each row of my fly box, I search for that pattern that alludes the confidence in both my mind and in appearance.  I have already gone through numerous variations of adult mayflies, stones, hoppers and drakes, yet to no avail.  I am reminded and humbled by the often overlooked complexities of summer fishing; with all the available food sources, it can sometimes be a formidable challenge to determine what the trout are keying in on.  There are those days when you have the right fly on and the fishing can be absolutely lights out.  Then there are those days when no matter what you try, the fish just don’t want anything to do with what’s on the end of your line.  The latter being how my day is seeming to go.  It is at these times that I often find myself trying to think outside the box, and conjure up a strategy that might entice a trout to say “what the hell, I’ll give that interesting looking morsel a try”.

It is at this moment as I stand on the river’s edge that I locate the solution to my fly query, a drowned grasshopper.  Being a new fly in the shop as well as my fly box, I am not sure how exactly to fish this unique pattern.  With the look of a dry fly, but the weight of a large nymph, the applications of this fly are not  totally clear.  But with little apparent surface action, and no hits on any of the dry flies I had presented to these finicky trout, I seemed only natural to go deep.  A few minutes later my creation is complete, a three fly nymph rig consisting of a size 12 stonefly, a small caddis pupa, and 18″ behind that my secret weapon; Takahashi’s Drowned Hopper.

Now I’ll be totally honest that as I cast my line to the head of the run, I had little hope that this method was going to actually work.  So it was to my astonishment that as my flies passed next to a large submerged rock that my indicator went down in a manor that suggested one thing, FISH ON!  Four jumps, 2 runs and 5 minutes later I had in my hands the largest brown trout of my season; a beautiful male with a hook jaw to boot.

So the next time you find yourself on the side of river, perplexed by what fly to tie on next, think outside the box and you too may be rewarded with an unexpected surprise.


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