Posted on April 22 2016
It had been seven days of really good fishing, capped off by the 11/11 outing on Wednesday. I might have been a little full of myself.
Then there was today. The fishermen who took Tuesday and Wednesday off returned in force - the weather got hot again - the breeze actually felt good as I got heated up walking up and down stream banks looking for risers (there weren't any). I drove from Hancock to Roscoe and Downsville and back. I could count the rises I saw without taking off my socks and shoes. The bugs were outnumbered over 1,000 to 1 by the fluffy little seeds from the Sycamore trees. There were some caddis egg layers over the water but the fish payed them no mind.
I don't know if the WB and the Big River fished the same (I suspect they did) but I sure saw a lot of fishermen sitting on rocks waiting for " it" to happen.
While driving back to the camp a funny thought went through my mind. I've been fishing for over sixty years. I've been skunked many times. today I had fifteen minutes of action on a small pool on the Upper East. during the "peak" of the Hendrickson hatch. In it I hooked three fish and landed two. Thirty five years ago they would have been the two biggest fish I had ever caught on a dry fly.
Heading home for a few days. I expect parts of the river are entering the dreaded " doldrums". Don't despair March Browns will soon be there.
Then there was today. The fishermen who took Tuesday and Wednesday off returned in force - the weather got hot again - the breeze actually felt good as I got heated up walking up and down stream banks looking for risers (there weren't any). I drove from Hancock to Roscoe and Downsville and back. I could count the rises I saw without taking off my socks and shoes. The bugs were outnumbered over 1,000 to 1 by the fluffy little seeds from the Sycamore trees. There were some caddis egg layers over the water but the fish payed them no mind.
I don't know if the WB and the Big River fished the same (I suspect they did) but I sure saw a lot of fishermen sitting on rocks waiting for " it" to happen.
While driving back to the camp a funny thought went through my mind. I've been fishing for over sixty years. I've been skunked many times. today I had fifteen minutes of action on a small pool on the Upper East. during the "peak" of the Hendrickson hatch. In it I hooked three fish and landed two. Thirty five years ago they would have been the two biggest fish I had ever caught on a dry fly.
Heading home for a few days. I expect parts of the river are entering the dreaded " doldrums". Don't despair March Browns will soon be there.
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