Ethan and I were talking in the shop this morning and the subject of the best day ever came up. As in “what was your best day ever on the river?”. It’s a tough question…
What really makes “the best day”? Is it number of fish? Size of fish? Most memories made? Are they the ones you look back on at the end of the day and think that this is one of those days you’ll remember forever? There are a lot of ways to qualify the best day.
For me, some of my best days have been the ones that the fishing was tough and the weather was bad. The days when you wonder what you’re doing out there, but keep fishing anyway. It seems like the tough days stick in my mind a lot more than the easy ones. Throw in a little challenge and see if you can rise to it.
Then there are those days when everything lines up and you can do no wrong. Two days really stick in my mind. One was on the Firehole in the park early in the year, right after the Park opened to fishing. I stood in the same place and caught little trout on BWOs for almost three hours. Just fish after fish after fish. It was insanely good, even if the fish were small. I’ve always had an emotional connection to the Firehole too, since my dad took me fishing there a lot growing up.
The other was on the Lower Madison during the Mother’s Day Caddis hatch. We started early, and caught some beautiful fish on nymphs before evening rolled around and the dries started hatching. We both switched over and quickly lost count of how many fish we had caught. All on dries. It was amazing, and one of those days that you really live for.
Maybe that’s what the best day really means. One of those days that gets you all excited about fishing again. That can restore your faith in the sport, a river, or a particular fly. There are so many different ways you could call a day “the best”.
We’d love to hear about your best day ever!