A customer was in the shop this week showing me pictures from his trip to Jurassic lake in Patagonia. If you've never heard of this place it is home to some of the world's biggest rainbow trout. The weather can be insanely windy but the smaller fish are in the 6-8lb range and the big ones can top the scales at over 25lbs. This guys story was of the planets aligning and forming the perfect storm resulting in all three anglers in his group landing multiple fish over 20lbs in a few short hours.
These stories don't happen every day but it seems like every angler has at least one memory of a day where they could just do no wrong. One of my favorite days like this was a few years back when i was guiding a husband and wife on a float trip down the lower madison. If you've fished the lower you know it often doesn't have a middle ground, it is either rocking or skunkville.
This particular day i don't remember really doing much different than my typical dead drift sculpin and beadhead rig ran through usual lines of weed bed buckets. The fish were just grabbing everything that came close to them. By lunch time we had put so many solid fish in the net it was unreal, the husband even broke one of my boat rods fighting a 20" brown and i wasn't even upset. He landed the fish afterall. To this day that is the only broken rod i can remember actually breaking on a fish and not a car door, tree branch, or labrador.
We just put the right flies in the right place and had a blast all day long with jumping fat bows and angry buttery browns. it was kind of a perfect storm and i wish i knew exactly what the factors that lined up (water temps, flies, leader length, moon phase?) to cause it were beacause i've never had a day that awesome on the lower since. It is still always nice to revisit the memory and relive the enjoyment of that day.