Iron Fly - Lander, WY

Iron Fly - Lander, WY Dec 3 6:30 @ Lander Bar's Coalter Loft

Fontana Montana

Wednesday was warm.  It was near fifty degrees with a gentle breeze.  The sun was out.  Thursday was about the same after a brief sleet shower in the morning.  Did I go fishing on those days?  No.  I waited until Friday.  Winter was back on Friday.

Taking advantage of Thursday, I turned the water back on to the garden hose and gave the drift boat a quick cleanup.  I sorted through my gear and picked out a select few pieces and loaded up for Friday's plan outing with Tim.

Friday morning started with snow flurries, numb hands, and a desire to go back to bed, but I resisted the urge to be lazy and headed out to meet up with Tim.  Of course we were going fishing on the shittiest day of the week.

The trailer lights, of course, were all fucked up.  Do trailer lights ever work right?  Would it be possible, just once, for all the lights to work?  After ten minutes of channeling MacGyver and digging around the Subaru for duct tape, wire and pliers, the lights worked (for the most part) and the trip was on.

We threw the boat in the water below Fontana Dam.  Some call this the Little T, but this is a lake.  Like Cheoah.  The dam is controlled by everyone's favorite Valley Authority (yeah, the TVA).

With the dam cranking out 5K CFS for the morning, we didn't rush it to get there.  We put in and within an hour the water was shut off.  We rowed toward the dam, beating the bank with streamers on the way.

Tim spotted some risers, so he rigged up for dries and I set up a nymph rig.  Nothing was doing the trick, so after a while we switched it back to big ass streamers and worked the other bank.

As you know, they call it fishing (not catching) so we let the river lake claim the ultimate victory and we bailed with a big goose egg for the day.

I'll still go back.  Maybe with a few more beers next time, though.