Yesterday I fished for 8 hours on the LL. It was a ridiculous day there. I fished from the hatchery outflow downt to the covered bridge and back. I took 25+ fish, and combined with my buddy I'd say we were close to breaking fifty.
Obviously, up in the pools just below the hatchery outflow the fish were abundant and chasing down their usual fav: spaghetti and meatballs. My buddy could stand up there all day and catch those trout. they are big, but I get really bored there. Since it was my Bachelor day he agreed to venture downstream with me. Below the footbridge I killed with a 18 tan scud (no flash or beads, just a thin skin back and light gold ribbing) and a 22 olive wd40 (again no bead, nice small gray dub, also the midge became more eefective as the dubbing got tore up a bit). There was a mayfly hatch come evening. Very small flies, so i assumed trico. that's when the wd40 really took off and the scud slowed down. At one point I took 4 fish in 6 casts.
Fished back up to the hatchery area. Day ended at 5:45 when, while trying to release a nice brown trout he jumped out my hand and buried a size 20 wd40 in the tip of my pinky. I tried to retract it, but it was too deep and I had forgotten to mash the barb (oops). That was quite painful. So then I tried popping it through the pad of my finger, but it was too deep and the fly materials were preventing the hook from going deep enough. So I had to drive over to the hospital virtually across the street and have them slit open my finger with a scalpel to get it out. Funny thing is that the two spots where they injected me with novacaine hurt more than the spot where I was hooked.
All in all, a banner day. I think with the water still being that milky color (how much silt washed in there????) nymphing was the way to go. Very little surface activity. They were still fairly skittish though. I guess after the low clear water. Lots of long (for the LL) casts and multiple mends up and down stream to get a good natural drift. Oh I was longline nymphing.