Posts Tagged ‘Sierra Brite Dot’

I know, given the bulk of my previously posted patterns, one might think that I never place fur, feathers, thread and hair in the surface film…Well, there have been moments when the screeching of my Rug Rats (now Rug Roos) to see a Trout bust it’s head or fly outta’ the drink – drove me to attach one of these to their tippets to halt the seemingly endless cacophony…

Here are some guys that have stood the test of time and produced desired results:

Rat Faced McDougal

HOOK: TMC 100 or Daiichi 1100, #14-#18

THREAD: Gordon Griffith’s 14/0, Sheer Black (gel spun for the deer hair)

TAIL: Yellow Marabou

BODY: Spun and clipped deer hair

WINGS: Grizzly hen hackle tips

HACKLE: Brown and Grizzly mixed

I found this Fly at Chuck Fothergill’s shop in Aspen, CO when I first started fly fishing. It provided many pleasurable experiences on The Roaring Fork River when Caddis were about…In fact this girl is using one of these right here:

JMH on the Roaring Fork…(nice form)

Ausable Wulff

HOOK: Dry Fly 2x-long, I use the TMC 5262, #12-#18

THREAD: Fluorescent orange 6/0 – 8/0

TAIL: Woodchuck tail

BODY: Australian Possum, dyed rusty orange ( I like to mix in some Hendrickson pink fine and dry)

WING: White calf tail

HACKLE: Brown and Grizzly, mixed

This is a great old stand-by. I like tis pattern and the H & L Variant during PMD hatches on the Stillwater River in Montana…this Rainbow hopped on this fly up there:

Rainbow on the Stillwater River, MT…

Royal Trude Cripple

HOOK: Dry Fly 2x-long, TMC 5262, #12-#18

THREAD: Uni 6/0-8/0 Black

TAIL: Dun McFlyon

BUTT: Red dubbing


BODY: AZ Peacock mixed with AZ Simi Seal, Black

OVERWING: White Snowshoe hair, from the heel area

HACKLE: Brown, palmered from butt of back wing to head

This is my “banker” fly pattern…when stonefly nymphs are moving t5owards riverbank shores to hatch. Makes a good Skwala imitation. I treat it with Hydrophobe and it floats like a cork…“SMACK “– up from the undercut bank…

Kings River Caddis

HOOK: TMC 100, #12-#18

THREAD: Danville 6/0 Brown

BODY: Dark Hare’s Ear

WING: Cinnamon Turkey tip ( coated with flexament)


The classic slow water Caddis pattern, developed here in California for the King’s River which flows out of the Western Sierra Nevada…It works in this place too:

Michael, coming up through a long, slick pool on the Boulder River, MT…

H & L Variant

This was “Ike’s” favorite Fly. It is a classic that has caught Trout for me and the “EVIL SPAWN“on a multitude of Western flowing waters. It is tied here in sequence by Skip Morris

Michael ties on an H & L Variant on the Stillwater River, MT…

Sierra Brite Dot

This is THE High Sierra stream and beaver pond “BOMB”…It slays Brookies.There is a place, about an hour’s drive North, from Bridgeport, CA, behind two locked gates that has a stream that looks like this:

About a four mile hike – upstream, one comes to a place that looks like this:


Chris Broomell shows how to tie the Sierra Brite Dot

Royal Wulff Lime

A variation on the Royal Wulff… a good change up when the other one ain’t workin’…some epic days on the Madison with this…Harry Mason, from Troutflies.com ties it… in RED…

Sparkle Para Adams (Caddis Variant)

HOOK: TMC 100 or Daiichi 100, #14-#18

THREAD: Gordon Griffith’s 14/0, Black

BODY: Fine and Dry Adams

UNDERWING: 3 strands of Pearl Krystal Flash under Dun Zelon

OVERWING: Coastal Deer hair, natural with black tips

POST: 12 – 20 strands of Pearl Krystal Flash, cut post length

HACKLE: Dun or Grizzly Dun tied parachute style

Flashy and easy to see before the water on the water gets “greasy”…Under the willows on the East Walker…

Spotlight Caddis (Amber)

HOOK: TMC 2487or Daiichi 1130, # 12- #18

THREAD: Gordon Griffith’s 14/0 Sheer – to match body color

TAIL: 3 strands of Pearl Krystal Flash with Cream or Amber Zelon

WING / POST: White Calf Body

ABDOMEN: Vernille – Olive, Tan or Amber

RIB: Pearl Krystal Flash

WING: Dun Zelon

THORAX: Spectrablend, a shade darker than body color or Antron dubbing

LEGS: V- notched Partridge fibers

HACKLE: Brown, Olive or Grizzly Dun

An excellent Caddis Emerger…Works wonders around here in the evening,,,


THIS is $3.00 Bridge… Madison River…

Open rebellion averted on the Boulder River, MT…


PMD’s…Nymphs, Wets, Emergers…


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The next day was the day the NY Yankees beat the Dodgers 5-3 in their third World Series game. I know, my Father insisted on my listening to it on the radio.


My Dad, his Grandson Michael and Jean Marie Hon

We departed West Yellowstone at 5:00AM. I wanted to drive straight through to Bridgeport and spend Saturday and Sunday there before returning to work. A heavy snow was falling and the visibility was zero on our journey to Ashton, ID. It took us three hours to make the drive. By now, the snow had turned to a drizzling rain. As we passed through Idaho Falls, the skies began to clear and we made excellent time to Battle Mountain, NV. We stopped in Austin for a quick burger and cruised South to Hawthorne then on to Yerington which is the back way to Bridgeport.

In fading sunlight we drove past Bridgeport Reservoir and into town. We checked in at The Walker River Lodge and met Mary who, along with her husband and daughters, owned the lodge. I glanced at the wall behind the check- in counter and saw a commemorative plaque that had been given to Mary by a team from the 10th SFG (ABN) the previous year. She told me that these guys had come to the Marine Cold Weather Center to train the jarheads in cold weather OPS (it figures).

This was the first of many times I have stayed at the WRL. I had come up from Bishop a couple of times to fish the East Walker but had not stayed overnight. The next morning, we had a hearty breakfast at the Sportsman’s and then traveled South to Green Creek Road. Green Creek is situated in a high, alpine valley. My favorite section of the creek is just where the road starts into the valley, near a giant, collection of glacial boulders. This area has beaver ponds and slow moving water.

Green Creek, in it’s upper reach, above the meadow…

When we arrived, it was cold. A frost covered the grass and the leaves on the Aspen trees had already turned bright shades of yellow, orange and gold. I wore my silly hat which still itched.

Green Creek, in the meadow…

My small Winston was perfect for this water. I rigged a 12 ft., 5X leader to the 4WT DT line, pulled a Sierra Brite Dot # 18 from my fly box , added 12 inches of 6X tippet material to the leader and tied on the fly with a UNI knot. I waded into the tail of the first pool slowly, being careful not to push a wake or stir up the silt on the stream bottom. I began casting to the head of a log jam where the water spilled in.

When the fly floated to the water’s surface, two shadows streaked up from the darkness under the wood pile. I gave the rod a gentle lift and was firmly attached to a spunky 12 inch Brook Trout. I worked the fish quickly downstream, grasped it while turning it upside down, pulled the barbless hook from the corner of it’s jaw and gently released it back into the pool. I caught and released several other nice fish as I worked up through a series small ponds – both Brookies and Browns. The Brookies were radiant in their spawning colors.

Green Creek, where the beaver dams have widened the stream flow…

About noon, I had come to a place where the creek meanders through a large meadow. I switched to a # 18 beetle and bounced it off the bank. There was just enough over hanging grass to provide some cover and shade over the undercut bank even though the sun was high in the sky. On my first cast, I watched as a good sized fish drifted upwards ever so slowly towards the imitation. I took up slack and finally, after what seemed like five minutes, the fish nudged then sucked down the fly. All hell broke loose. The fish ran up stream as the little Hardy buzzed, It dove under the opposite bank and sulked. I could not move it, I gave the fish slack then pushed upstream reeling in line. Approaching where the leader entered the water, the fish suddenly burst from beneath the bank, raced below me, catapulted through the surface and cartwheeled twice.

The hook and leader held and after a time , I was able to net a husky 19″ Brown. The fish had taken the fly deeply. I finally removed the fly and spent the next five minutes holding the fish in my cupped hands, moving it back and forth in the water. I opened my hands and the Brown finned it’s way up the creek.

That was the largest fish I have ever caught in Green Creek

Soon, my Dad walked up the road and asked if I was ready to leave. He was hungry. We drove back down the mountain to Bridgeport and after lunch, I dropped him at the motel. He said he wanted to watch game 4 of the Series.

I spent the rest of the day fishing on the East Walker River with streamers. I took eight nice fish using a black and white marabou – the largest, another 19″ Brown. That one was caught in the meadow section, in the tail out behind the little island (for those of you who fished there before 1987).

When I returned, my Dad told me the Dodgers lost again.

It was a good day….

A few fish from the East Walker River, 1977…

The rest of my ongoing story is here:



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