The Light Caddis Variant sometimes works when it shouldn't.
"I'm not a quitter, grandpa!"
Seven-year-old Chance was not about to give up. His older brother had caught a couple of trout on his own and his four-year-old younger brother had caught one too, with some undivided assistance from Grandpa Chuck. Now it was Chance's turn.
He was standing on a narrow strip of gravel between a current seam on the West Fork of the Bitterroot and a strip of willows behind him. I had been watching from downstream. As his casts neared the point where some small fish were rising, he'd leave a back-cast in the willows, stop, untangle, and try again.
A few minutes of coa...
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