Midge

"The two best times to fish is when it's rainin' and when it ain't."
Patrick F. McManus.

Some of the best times I've had on the river have been standing mid current in a blinding down poor. Not a soul on the river and the cold rain pelting the hood of my rain jacket lets one fully connect to the water he (or she) is fishing. The relaxing white noise seemed to focus my other sense's. The one time that is in the forefront of my memory was when I was so in tune to the fish that, although I couldn't sight fish them, I just knew where they were holding. Every other cast yielded a nice bow or brookie. Even as the rain pebbled the active waters I felt I could see the fish rising to take the fresh midges driven out by the rain. Now as I look back I'm not sure if it was my just imagination or what I had experienced was reality. Regardless it was an experience I will remember for a lifetime.
As summer turns into fall, the waters here in the south begin to cool, and the fish begin to escape from those deep holes in which they have been hiding, I look forward to another rainy day and the hope for such an epic day.