I often hang out with mayflies. I study them, take pictures, and observe their behavior (to each his own pleasure). Mayflies “hang out” in the shade, as if they are on a beach holiday, and they stay there all day long. They sit in the shade most of the day, as if they had all the time in the world. I can actually relate to that, and it’s fascinating, considering they only have a few days left to live. That’s how it is with mayflies, although it’s, of course, only a small glimpse of reality. Entomologists and other knowledgeable people can tell a bit more about these small creatures, and if I were to tune in to a single insect that has given me some delightful experiences in the past week, it is definitely the Dusky Yellowstreak (likely named by Oliver Kite. Named after the insect’s dark color/nuance and the small yellow stripe in front of the wings, near the thorax). They don’t hatch in large numbers as, for example, Blue-winged Olives, but they are a good-sized meal for the hungry grayling. When the hatch is peaking, they come as a steady trickle hatch, spread out over both afternoon and evening, somewhat like Yellow May. It hatches, like Yellow May, as soon as it has left the bottom of the stream and is almost ready to take off when it breaks the surface of the stream. Of course, it needs a little time to harden its wings, but it’s dangerous because the grayling love them, and then it’s “gulp.” At least that’s what happened a couple of days ago by the small stream. The grayling (and a single trout) were “on their fins” and dealt with the dishes.