Sometimes you head to your favorite trout stream looking for a particular hatch and all the conditions seem right, and for some random reason of cruel fate, it never materializes. This was not that day. Everywhere you found rocks and riffles, you found Caddis popping and trout rising. The heads of pools was where the action was. Tossing your presentation into shallow riffles leading into any pool would bring a beautiful Driftless Specimen to hand more often than not. Bubble lines hugging the bank were also productive. It’s great days of dry fly fishing like this that make all the other tough days fade away.