Streams Outside of Yellowstone National Park
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Fly Fishing Silver Creek, Idaho - Part 2
The very first time Angie and I fished Silver Creek, we both were pleasantly surprised.
We signed in and proceeded upstream to the end of the Nature Conservancy area
where we could cross a narrow portion of the creek. We parked and looked at the
water. It was flowing rather fast, much faster than we expected from looking at the wide
part of the creek. The water in the wide areas all looked to be moving slowly, although
looks can sometimes be deceiving. There was a lot of current in the bends of the small
stream where we had stopped. As I walked up to the bank, I saw a trout eat a fly from
the surface. I also saw a lot of PMDs, or Pale Morning Duns, in the air. That sent me
back to the truck for a fly rod, but it was quickly taken away from me by Angie.
She had a PMD dun tied on the rod she started with from the last place we fished. On
her third cast she caught a small rainbow, about 10 inches long. A few more cast
without any fish sent her into the wader wading. After a few steps, she hooked another
one. All in all, she managed to catch a half dozen rainbows ranging from 10 to 12
inches long in about thirty minutes. We decided to stop fishing because a large
thunderstorm was approaching and I didn't want her stuck in the water holding a
The rain came and departed within a few minutes, bring clear skies to Silver Creek.
After the rain, we saw an entirely different spring creek, or so it appeared. We had
viewed it under the low light of heavy cloud cover and she had caught the smaller
rainbows quickly during a good PMD hatch. We had decided that Silver Creek was not
the difficult to fish stream we had heard of and read about. As the hours passed, we
begin to change our mind. We didn't catch a single trout the rest of the day. I got so
frustrated, I went to netting insects and photographing them as my built-in excuse. I
didn't catch a fish period. We ended up going back to the little area we started from,
thinking we could repeat Angie's performance and maybe get lucky and catch a larger
rainbow. That didn't work at all. The water was still moving rather fast, but you could see
the bottom and each and every plant as far as you could see. We could see the trout
flash every once in a while but we could not get one to eat anything we tried.
That sent us in the opposite direction, near the entrance where a bridge crossed the
stream. The water is much wider in that area. I fished there until almost dark without a
trout as much as looking at my fly. I saw one guy catch a nice rainbow from his float
tube. Yes, you can float the stream in a float tube but we didn't have ours with us. They
were in our room.
Finally, we meet a local guy who had fished the stream for years. Our camera and
Angie (who happens to be my wife in case you don't know) whom everyone thinks is my
daughter, attract attention everywhere we go. If they ask or comment about my
daughter, I usually correct them and state that she is my granddaughter. Anyway, the
guy begin by asking what we had caught. I replied, stating that we had caught a half
dozen rainbows, failing to mention the size. He then said that we should try for the large
browns. He continued by showing us a couple of them around the bridge that were
huge. I then ask him to show me exactly how he goes about doing that. That ended that
conversation rather quickly. He obviously didn't know. He quickly changed the subject to
his new Orvis, fast action rod and proceeded to show me how he could almost dump the
fly line. I asked if he ever caught anything casting ninety feet. He just looked at me as if
I were a smart butt guy. I guess I was asking like one.
When we left, Angie asked if I thought the guy really ever caught fish there. You can
imagine my response to her question. Either the guy or Silver Creek, one or the other,
had me in a rather foul mood.
Copyright 2009 James Marsh