I don't know what it is about the thrill of a rainbow or why,"My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky". My Celtic Mother told that Irish fable of the pot of gold at its end of...I never bought into it. However the warm passing thunderstorm (that didn't drop enough precipitation to flood the river) and it's colorful rainbow would send me scurrying for my fly rod. It is a great opportunity to take advantage of the post storm feeding trout. The storm passes leaving a humid silence that evidently the trout and I enjoy.
A dead quiet falls on the river. The river is almost asleep. The forest wetness and silent aura is surreal. It is a stillness rarely experienced. At the storms end, nature slowly opens its eyes, like a child peeping around a corner at the Christmas tree on that morning. Birds and animals slowly awaken from the protective cover they sought out during the thunder storm. The woodland birds songs become very audible. The river is so different from its regular behavior. Everything is fresh, clean and like new. The Maple river forest smells so good. Trout become very active and surface feed in such numbers it is hard to believe. The flashing of lightning and the rumbling of thunder in the distance gives you an eery feeling that feeds the imagination.
Why is it the trout become so active? Is it the fact that the river wasn't blown out with rain so in relief they vigorously feed? The heavy humid air plays tricks on your ears. Sounds of trout slashes are amplified. The introduction of warm water to the river triggers hatches as well as terrestrial activity. The secret is to find a flat, slow flowing part of the river that settles out the stream.
Rain in the spring is very important to the trout, it builds up ground water. The streams are fed by it for months. That ground water is approximately 48F-52 F which gives the trout the ability to survive the hot droughts of late July and August. Rather than curse the rain, work around it. The trout have to feed and you have to adjust. So remember a 30 minute thunder burst is a great opportunity to enjoy a solitary fish on the river with a different perspective of nature.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is the father of the man;
And I should wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety .
Wm. Wordsworth ( Written in 1807 )
Sweet Is The Lore That Nature Brings