Orange Colored Scuds on the Bighorn River

Wednesday we woke up to snow.  The snow continued so we postponed that day’s float until Friday. Spending some time at the lodge we discussed with the guides what flies had been working lately.  Would you believe - an orange scud?  I had checked for scuds in the river and they were dark grey or dark brown. This was what I was using when I caught the previous day’s first brown trout.  I didn’t see any orange scuds in the river…or even pink for that matter.  Of course, we ended up buying a bunch of the orange colored scuds. 

We headed out in the afternoon to try our luck with these. 

 We went to 3-mile access where we knew we could do some wade fishing around the islands we fished the day before.  Wouldn’t you know, we each caught fish on the orange scuds.  

 Little Nick caught the first one – a big carp. 

Then we all caught trout and the orange scuds seemed to do their magic.  

Reading back through Steve Galletta’s Fly Fishing the Bighorn River book, I do see mention of the importance of orange scud patterns, possibly because they turn orange when they die or shed their exoskeleton. 

This snowy day actually ended up being our most successful day with each of us catching at least one good fish, and we were only out about 2 hours in the afternoon.

 The rest of the day we played cards, which lil’ Nick won, watched the movies Jaws and Jurassic Park, as well the MLB playoffs.

The accommodations from Bighorn Angler, the lodge, delicious meals, comfortable beds and able to have a nice warm shower at the end of a day fishing sure made an otherwise cold and snowy trip, a wonderful experience.

Thursday we decided to float from 3-mile Access to Bighorn Access, a 10-mile float. 

 This was a pretty float.

The weather was nice but cold.  

We had to get out at times and have little Nick stretch his legs and stand in the water that was warmer than the air, to warm his feet. The orange scuds, however did not perform their magic. Nick was the only one who caught fish on this stretch, including a nice rainbow on a streamer. Friday had even better weather and we floated from Afterbay to 3-Mile Access again.  

We stopped at a small island that looked perfect.  Rocky riffles tumbling into deeper water for long distances and another small fork of the river dividing the island creating even more structure. Surprisingly we didn’t even get a bite.  

The highlight for me was when Nick was rowing, keeping the boat at the perfect distance from shore to allow me to spend time streamer fishing.  In the short time we were able to do this, I had three visible hits.  Seeing these larger browns dart out of the shallows and hit a streamer is unforgettable. We again spent time fishing at the islands near 3-Mile Access.  

Nick was able to manage catching a couple nice ones here. 

It always amazed me how the best fishing of the entire trip was at 3-Mile where we could access the river and islands without a boat.

Since we postponed our Wednesday float until Friday, we needed to leave right after that day’s float.  Pete at the lodge allowed us to vacate the room after we got back from the float.  We then drove to Nick’s sister’s again to stay the night.  Since it was Nick’s birthday, I took everyone out to Texas Roadhouse to celebrate. The most exciting part was seeing Nick sit on the birthday saddle while everyone sang happy birthday.  Staying at Sarah’s house sure made this a pleasant trip home.  It split up the drive and we were able to spend more time with Sarah’s family, not to mention enjoying the wonderful breakfast Sarah cooked for us.