As the night progressed, we saw a good number of starting to make their way to the surface. Everything from what looked to be light hennies, BWOs, sulphurs and a very small smattering of grey drakes. While trading up rowing duties, I was pleased to hear a fly fisherman's favorite sound; that of a larger, slurping, trout. While there were no spent drakes on the water, I decided to tie one, because PM browns have a hard time resisting them before the major portion of the hatch.
The first cast ended up in an alder behind me. This was to be expected because it had been a long time since I have put a dry fly on the water. Second cast, a large "bloop" with no weight at the end of the line. The third time was a charm.