Well, the flows were reading 215cfs for a couple of days which meant that some stability has finally settled on the Swift. The water is high but fishable so off I go. I would have suspected more cars in the "pipe" parking area at 5pm on a Friday night. There was only one other. The pipe was deserted. You could fish this place for years, even in the dead of winter, and never be alone.
I wasn't alone for long. The first flotilla, two rubber rafts and an inflatable CHAIR, sailored by four giggling girls, went drifting by. Fifteen minutes later a paddle comes floating by and hangs up at the "fallen tree". Ten minutes after that two dudes in kayaks appear. Only one has a paddle. I point out where the other paddle is, they thank me and then ask if I've seen "another" paddle. Sure enough, two more explorers in kayaks make their way onto the scene and yes, only one has a paddle. Finally they drift away. Maybe this is why I was alone at the "pipe" at prime time.
The fishing - I guarded one bank during the naval excersises and that long stretch of water yielded five 'bows, all good size and very full of fight. A size 16 serendipity was the fly used.
The photo above is of that beautiful stretch above the pipe. It's great dry fly water and should pick up when the flow drops another 50cfs.