Fishing with my eyes closed

It's happened twice so I figured I'd write it down and share.

We got on the river early. A formation of geese flew high overhead, honking their way south. Then we heard a couple mallard ducks quacking nearby. How different they sound. It was so early the fish were still sleeping. There were a couple fish rising and soon there were many. Shortly after we started fishing, a guide drifted by in his boat with a client. It was Jeremy who is on the river every single day. At least it seems so. He joked about us being a permanent part of the river, like the bridge that crosses the river downstream. (I could say the same about him.) I had just cast my fly when I heard his voice and turned around to talk. As I was turned, with my back to my cast, a fish hooked itself on my fly. I told Jeremy not to tell anyone because it was sort of embarrassing. Especially since that was my only fish of the day! I landed the trout, a nice size healthy brown about 18". Jeremy said he was going to put it on a blog so I figured I'd beat him to it.

A few weeks ago, when Brad from Colorado was fishing the river, the 3 of us were talking on the home bank. We were talking about people who don't look for fish, who march out to the other side of the river when there are fish nearby. As Rick, he and I were talking I saw a fish within a few feet and had to cast to it. I continued talking and turned to face them and the fish jumped onto my hook. It was embarrassing and Rick & Brad teased me a little about it. I'm not bragging. It's a little surprising when you catch fish without watching the fly.

Back to today. For the next few hours we threw the entire fly box at the feasting fish, sometimes trying the same fly a couple times. The wind was gusting and getting worse so we decided to call it a day around 2 PM. I thought about the saying "The worst day of fishing is better than the best day of work." Today was one of those days.

If there are any fisherpeople reading this, please send me your favorite trico pattern. Emerger, adult, or spinner. This fishing is going to drive me crazy if I don't figure out what they are eating. Help!