Generally, as a rule of thumb (sorry ladies), if the trout are so conditioned to people that they will sit two feet below where you are standing and eat the nymphs you kick out of the rocks, it’s a good bet that they are going to be hard to catch… baring some apocalyptic cloud of locusts descend on the river. However, the sun was out; the river was beautiful; and we managed to put hooks into a couple of fish.
The Swift runs out of the bottom of the Quabbin reservoir and is no secret. The fish are pretty but in the cold clear water that maintains frigid temps all year they generally focus on very small prey. This was my hot fly:
I know the picture sucks, but with flies this small do details really matter? Spend a day trying to get one of the dozen trout in front of you to come up and eat this puny thing and you will become a little edgy. Someday I’m going to drive out there, without my gear, and just watch all of the people swearing at fish.