Sunday I headed to Grant County to get my Driftless fix, in hopes that I might find some caddis hatching despite the cloudy forecast. After poking around the earlier hours with a small streamer I only had one rainbow to show for it. As I moved around and waited for the sun to gain momentum in it’s battle against the clouds, the tide really never turned. I eventually came crawling back to a favorite creek Anthony showed me where I could get my confidence back. I tied on a grizzly wooly bugger and started tossing it in a few familiar holes. After an hour of no results and varying my retrieve, a light bulb went off in my head as I pulled my fly out of the water. The last few casts I’ve noticed movement in my peripheral vision as I’ve pulled my fly out. Right as you pull your fly out of the water to make your next cast is a very quick movement, and the fly darts for a very short moment. Ding! Ding! Ding! These fish are in the mood to chase the fly! Not a quick retrieve, a run like hell one. Not even kidding, the very first cast I ripped back got slammed by a brown. Not even kidding, this continued for another 3 fish before the streak burst. I moseyed around and continued to pick up fish just absolutely ripping the fly. I see a sunny caddis filled sky sick day coming soon.