Custom Fly: Big Horn River in Montana

A size 18 BWO fly sitting on my finger

Tom Frick, a long time friend, mentor, guide, and fishing partner of mine came to me and was excited to share news of his family fly fishing trip planned for Summer 2019 on the Big Horn River in Montana. I have very limited personal experience in regards to the hatch chart on the western rivers he was going to be fishing. Knowing that, as well as me knowing he was only going to be using dry flies no matter what, we discussed what kind of bugs we were going to try to imitate. Tom is the kind of fly fisherman who is going to be prepared for possible hatches and stages of hatches with flies that will allow him to do it the right way, upstream and dry.

We started a list of possible hatches and terrestrials he might encounter at that particular time of year on that particular river. Blue Wing Olives, Pale Morning Duns,Yellow Sallies, Tan Caddis, Hoppers, and Ants. I started working on samples to show Tom which of the bugs I would be able to imitate with a pattern custom tied for his experience, at the family price.

I suggested we try some patterns in the Klinkhammer style to imitate emerging Mayflys. Probably most successful early on in regards to the hatch timing. Tied a few samples of both the BWO and PMD in Biot body Klinkhammer style and we settled on size and color to proceed with the order, one dozen of each. Tom decided to get an order in for a few Hendrickson emergers as well. I am sure he will be doing his sampling out of my box this Spring on our local waters.

Three klinkhammers hooked into a cork
Klinkhammer pattern examples.

My favorite Mayfly pattern was originally shown to me by Howard Parks. Howard hand bent a standard dry fly hook to imitate a crippled mayfly body as it would appear to the trout. The pattern he taught me to tie, the crippled dun and crippled spinner, has not changed in design since Howard first showed me the “proverbial half hitch” from the anal fly tier many years back. Of course, Tom will need a couple dozen crippled duns and spinners in size 16-18 tied to imitate BWO’s and PMD’s. He has seen these two patterns tied by me before, so I proceeded without pattern approval. Same deal with caddis. We decided on tan as the best bet in regards to color. Size 16-18 range. My parachute caddis tied with a Biot body has proven to be a great all around pattern when trout are surface feeding on adult caddis or small terrestrials. One dozen each tan and one dozen assorted natural colors. Durability is important to me. If a fly is working, you certainly do not want to replace the fly with a new one because the fly fell apart after you removed it from the trout’s mouth with your forceps. From experience, Tom knows he will go through less of these flies because they work and they hold up.

I have tied a few size 16 and 18 yellow sallies in the past with elk hair and premium hackle that floats great in fast water that presents well, just in case he encounters the little yellow stonefly. Expect the possible wind blown summer days with the likelihood of various terrestrials available for the trout to ambush from cover. A pattern I tie called the Mattress Thrasher found its way to my vise by way of Rusty Gates. The Thrasher tied in size 12 and 14, does a great job of imitating a variety of bugs from Michigan down through Ohio, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Tennessee, and North Carolina. Whether the trout’s search image for food includes the details of hoppers, crickets, beetles, bees, or large caddis, the “Mattress Thrasher” seems to work in fooling a trout to make a fatal mistake. Tom will let me know if they work on the Big Horn.

Mattress thrasher hooked into a cork
Mattress Thrasher.
Four parachute caddis flies hooked into a cork
Finished product of Parachute Caddis.

The last part of the equation for summer dry fly success anywhere Coldwater trout water flows would be ants. I tie an ant pattern in various sizes and colors that is quite visible to the angler, with high flotation materials and is very natural in appearance in a view from the trout’s perspective. Tom has some size 17 in his box from last Summer. Maybe he only needs a few fresh ones for this trip. Maybe a few size 16-18 crippled spinners with an egg sac. He will not leave the stream before a shot at a Spinner fall.

This has become a natural process that goes on in my mind anytime a fly fisherman mentions or announces he or she is going on a fly fishing adventure. Whether it be on a local stream or some far away destination. My challenge is to have the opportunity to learn about the multitudes of possibilities in regards to the destination where the fly fisherman is headed. Then, apply what I have learned to be able to tie the right fly for the right time on the right river.

A container of a dozen deer flies
Dozen deer flies.

The Origin Story

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1965-1981

Dad gave me the ability and access to fish freshwater ponds and lakes in Northern Indiana and Wisconsin while on our yearly fishing vacations. Patience, focus, and stealth are what I take from my early training watching dad wield his cane pole filling the fish basket with bluegills and perch for the table.

Uncle Rex was a little more exciting when it came to fishing. Fly rods, bait casters, and spinning tackle were all part of his arsenal. I learned to take care of your gear if you wanted it to last. The smell of muscelin today takes me back to stretching the wet fly line from the day across the clothes line in his back yard to dry before treating with a fine film of muscelin for flotation. Uncle Rex seemed to think like a fish and doing things the way he instructed seemed to work. I was always impressed by his Northern Pike mounted heads on the side of his work shed.

My brother Jeff and my Aunt Chris imparted upon me the fact that hunting for big fish is worth getting dirty and wet while in pursuit, or in Aunt Chris’ case, actually dying for, when the day is won.

An old vintage photo of my father when he was young
Photo of my dad.

1981-2000

Moving south after graduation from the PGA program at Ferris State College and nothing else to worry about except golf and monster southern black bass, I dove into both with both feet. From 1983 until we moved to Ohio in 2000, Melanie and I hunted farm ponds and bays across southern Alabama and north central Florida looking for that legendary 10 pound largemouth bass. While on our adventure, both Ben and Sarah developed a love for fishing and all that it entails,and that is being spread down to another generation of extended families today.

Big Gene and Mel reintroduced fly fishing to me on our bass pond around 1989. I enjoyed the whole deal except I didn’t think it was enough ammo for my ten pounder. I stuck with bait casters until I was able to check the big bass off the board in a small lake in the Ocala National Forest. Where do you go from there? The pursuit of catching wild trout on a fly rod and all the shenanigans that go on during the journey!

2000-Present

Todd wanted to go trout fishing at his Grandpa’s cabin on the Tellico river in Tennessee. We used corn and rooster tails and caught enough stocked rainbows to burn a hole in Grandpa’s deck with hot cinder blocks while cooking. Needed tools, the hippy over the hill hooked us up. Trout moved up to number one on the fish totem pole.

Todd and I kneeled down on one leg with our arms around each other sitting in front of several fish e caught
Todd and I much younger at the Tellico River.
Artwork by Morrett Fine Art of the Tellico River.

Family vacation to Jackson Hole, Wyoming started a new lifestyle for Mel and I. I think we both became trout bums right there on the Snake river trying to cast further than 25 feet without killing someone in the wind. The first truly wild trout I believe I caught was a Yellowstone Cutthroat with all the cool scenery everywhere.

Moved to Southern Ohio and met Tom Frick, owner of the Rusty Drake Outfitters in Dayton. Through the shop, Mel and I were able to meet and become good friends with the lead instigators in our trout adventures. Bill Loveless, Howard Parks, and Buck Juhasz. The sum total of what these guys know about all things trout fishing is really amazing. I paid attention while fishing and tying with these gentlemen and I like to think I picked up a few things along the way.

Jeff Cagle led us through the woods of Tennessee looking for native Brookies. Walker Parrott showed us the trophy waters of the Davidson in North Carolina. Young guides out of the Holston River Fly shop put us on rising tail water brown trout during one of many sulfur hatches on the South Holston in Tennessee. Bill Loveless took us to Pennsylvania for rising brown trout on the Little Juniata and introduced me to Steelhead on Lake Erie tributaries. Buck introduced us to the history and soul of fly fishing on the Cumberland Valley limestone streams home of Vince Marinaro.

Michigan waters have been shown to us by many individuals over the last twenty years. Tom Frick, Howard Parks, and Rusty Gates welcomed us to the Holy Water of the AuSable River. Bob Linsenman personally showed me how to streamer fish on the Big Water below Mio, also on the AuSable. Of course, the legendary Matt Supinski netted my one and only Atlantic Salmon on an unnamed river in Michigan. Matt also introduced us to first class accommodations and food during super hatches of various mayflys during spring and early summer on the Muskegon.

My western water experience is very limited but most memorable. James Whitescarver gave us a full detailed accounting of all things outdoors in Montana. Melanie’s 21” loch leven brown trout and my 25” Bull trout are totem fish with memories unto themselves. I could certainly get used to drift boat fishing along as James manned the oars.

Melanie's lock leven brown trout she caught
Melanie's 21" Loch Leven brown trout.
My 25-inch bull trout I caught
My 25" bull trout.

New friend and fishing partner, Jim Oates teamed up with Buck to show Mel and I the Driftless Region in SW Wisconsin. Truly native brook trout and wild brown trout all caught on either a purple hopper or a hippy stomper is a tough act to beat. New favorite place to go for terrestrials.

Every April for the last twenty years has included our pilgrimage to home waters, the Mad River. Hendrickson hatches spent with my family and closest of friends pulls me to Old Troy Pike early every Spring. I have had epic days as well as scoreless days in regards to number of fish caught or even seen on the Mad. The boys at the fly shop always used to tell me. “If you can catch a trout on the Mad with a fly rod, you can catch fish anywhere”.

Melanie holding the pink squirrel standing beside Buck and Barb.
Melanie, Buck and Barb holding the pink squirrel.
Melanie and I sitting on the bank goofing off
Mel and I enjoying the Mad River.
Melanie and James holding a trout caught at Clark Fork Brown
Mel and James on Clark Fork.