A ‘what?’ from a day on the river last week. The river I was fishing was clear enough to see the bottom, about 6′ deep. I could see the top nymph but it was kinda hard to see the bottom one, a size 18 midge three feet down. I saw a fish swim by about where the bottom fly should be. He started going through the ‘I am hooked’ convulsions. What seemed like an eternity later, the strike indicator moved. A couple of casts later, the same thing happened again. Makes me wonder how many strikes I have missed.