It's Time : Part 2

Trichoptera, tent wing, sedge, caddis... Somewhere between the icy grip of winter and the raging chocolate flood of spring snowmelt, a blizzard of bugs erupts from the river. From the Arkansas to the Yakima, on the Madison, the Yellowstone, Henry's Fork and beyond... In places like Canon City, Ennis and West Yellowstone, there's a buzz in the air as fish and fishers come to life in frenzied gluttony. Too early is worthless. Too late is even worse, haunted as it is by "you shoulda been here last week" stories. But hit it just right and it's heaven. If, that is, you consider heaven a place where bugs crawl into your ears, up your nose, and for every deep breath there's a mouthful of fuzzy wings and crunchy legs. The waiting is over. The hatch is on. It's on. Time to drop a card in the mail for Mom, cancel appointments, pack up the car and hit the road.