There is nothing in fly fishing that compares to fishing the evening rise. Dusk comes alive with bugs swirling and diving in the dimming light, and we share in the urgency of the end of things. Larger-than-life memories of tiny wings drifting in the limpid current stick with us for days—even months or years.
This week Rick Hafele writes about memorable evening hatches and what they have taught him. If there’s a single characteristic that defines the evening hatch, he writes, it’s abrupt change. Knowing what to do when those changes occur is the key to fishing through the evening rise.