There's more to nymphing than bobbers

"Chuck, what are you doing?"

We had just launched on a not-quite-treacherous stretch of water. It was too early in the day, and possibly too early in the season to expect much dry fly fishing with the salmonfly hatch. It could happen, we told ourselves. There were telltale nymph shucks on the rock near the high-water line and in the willows. We had seen some adults flying around.

The ever-hopeful guy in the front seat started with a big salmonfly dry. He was busy fishing - hitting the slow-moving seams and pockets near the big rocks along the edge. The guy at the oars was giving me his usual h...