Last Saturday my son Matt, his wife Petra and mother-in-law Lore arrived for a visit from Germany. It was Lore's first trip to the US. And she speaks no English. Matt and Petra have been home several times.
Matt hasn't fly fished since 2002 when we floated the Manistee River with Sam Surre. He caught several nice browns during the trip. It's a time that he always remembers.
So it didn't take much arm twisting to get him interested in another trip north. This time we are staying in Roscommon along the South Branch of the AuSable River.
So far, the weather hasn't been cooperative. It's been cold which translates into no bugs hatching or trout feeding.
Not to worry though. There are fish taking those bugs they find underwater. That will be our plan today after a late breakfast.
Surre tied us up some pheasant tail and bead head nymphs, size 14. If the hennies aren't around, we'll go underwater and start dredging.
One thing in our favor is that the South Branch typically heats up sooner than the mainstream or North Branch. This could produce a hatch, allowing us to fish some dry flies.
We're headed to the river with a cooler to make sandwiches from, plenty of flies, and a healthy dose of optimism.
After all, it isn't every day I can fish with one of my boys who came all the way from Germany. In this case, it's been years.
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