Fly of the Month – Coachman Caddis

Fly of the Month by J. Stockard Pro Tyer: Son Tao, Army Master Sergeant, Infantry Branch.

The Coachman Caddis is a spin on the famous, classic Royal Coachman. It utilizes the color scheme of the Royal Coachman is a great dry fly for cutthroats and brook trout. I initially tied the Coachman Caddis for brook trout in the famous Au Sable River in Michigan but it has proven itself as a great pattern for cutthroats in Colorado and Montana. It’s very easy to tie and the choices of colors is only limited by your imagination. This step by step will cover the classic Coachman color scheme but other colors that work well are purple, green, orange and blue.
Materials Used:
Hook: Hanak H300BL or similar (TMC 2488 is another good choice)
Thread: Semperfli 18/0 Nano Silk or UTC 70 in white or red
Body: Red floss tag and peacock herl thorax

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My Take On Rainy’s Poppers

Guest Blogger: Paul Beel, J Stockard Pro Tyer and Owner of FrankenFly

The switch to Rainy’s poppers was not a quick one for me, but I am now converted. The delay was probably due to the help I received from friends I had that were cutting foam and sending me cylinders I could use for poppers. These worked ok for a time, but being a professional tier, I needed popper bodies that were readily available, professionally made, and came in a variety of shapes and sizes.

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Clever Little Devils

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

Midsummer but pre-dawn, I stood freezing on the bank of a deep lake-sized waterfall pool, flogging the fish-rich water for three hours without so much as a line twitch. I’d braved the precarious path down a steep slope across teetering, wet, moss-covered rocks, favorite rod in hand, knowing that one slip would at least be painful and might well prove more costly than that…there to stand in the teeth of the waterfall’s wicked soaking wind, casting, trying everything, to no avail. Several hours later, about 8:45am I suddenly began to get good strikes. Nothing had changed in my location, presentation, fly depth or fly pattern.

Just a fluke, I decided, and three days later (after recovering in the body temperature department) I arose at 5am, snuck out of camp, donned waders and returned to the same spot, where I enjoyed the same three hours of shivering, the same expletives-deleted disappointment, which ended only about 8:50am, when the mist was lifting from the water’s surface and I began to get strikes.

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