It's amazing what one day can look like to the next. On Friday, we had to work to get a single fish in. On Saturday we had a little better luck. Friday the weather was turning, it was cold and windy and the fish new a storm was coming in. Overnight it snowed and there was a small dusting through the canyon. Even though it was cold, there was no wind and it was intermittent with snowfall and then blue skies.
On Friday we tried some new water in the canyon. Every now and again we would get a strike but everytime they would spit the hook. We tried a hotwire prince, a pheasant tail, and hare's ear, finally it was the hare's ear that they started to hit. And by "started to hit" we mean we usually got a strike after about five pockets, and eventually was able to bring one to hand. During the day there was an erratic hatch of pale morning duns, on every large rock there was maybe three or four of these mayflies, but still, nothing was striking on the surface. Finally we were able to bring one to hand along a cliff wall as we hid behind a small rock.