I woke them up at 4:30 a.m.. Pitch black and the birds starting to sing. They didn't ask about the hatch. Only for a promise to stop and get donuts before Wisconsin.
Silence is golden so I try not to coach too much. She hunkers down. Intense, keeping the lawn-casting instruction loosely in the mix. I occasionally interject: elbow in; mend down; keep your wrist straight.
They like standing on the bridge and watching swallows. If a bird swoops near the water, there will be an announcement that the hatch is starting. Time to use dry flies.
Score.
