As I sit at my tying bench tying up size 18 to 22 flies, I think of Tricos. I think back to the summer before last, when I was fishing with one of my less experienced buddies. We decided to get up and go fishing at sunrise, as the sun started hitting the water, fish started rising everywhere. Looking around you could see clouds of tiny flies. My buddy Shane looks at me and says 'what are they?' I said 'they are Tricos! I have a box full of them.' Quickly changing leaders we tied on some size 22 Tricos. Well about an hour or so later we weren't having any luck hooking fish over six inches. As the fish rising slowed with the sunrise Shane said 'what did we do wrong?' I said 'its like winning the lottery there is one in a million chance of winning.' The fish needs to pick out your fly out of the thousands that are in the drift. Has anyone ever had the pleasure or should I say the maddening experience fishing the Trico hatch?