Going for the Gold!




After a poor and abbreviated day of fishing Tuesday I decided to put in a full day Wednesday.  Started out in the morning fishing the upper regions of the big river.  Rose eight fish to attractor patterns.  Four ate the fly and ended up in the net.  The other four decided at the last minute that they weren't really all that hungry and refused the fly.

From three thirty until seven I was entertained by some good fish sipping sulfurs and other things too small for the naked eye to identify. There was a stiff breeze that made good presentations a challenge but I managed to hook four of them and land three (one an 18 inch brown that became fish of the day).

 At seven it started to rain so I headed back to the car and drove to the big river for the late night fishing.  Arrived about eight and found neither bugs nor feeding fish.  Around nine some cornutas started hatching and the fish go right after them. Most of the fish fed subsurface but I did find four fish willing to eat on top.  Landed a couple of 17 inch rainbows and lost a brown of similar size right at the net.

In just under nine hours of fishing I hooked twelve fish, and landed nine, seven of which were between 16 and 18 inches.  It won't win a gold medal at the Olympics but I'll take a day like that on the Delaware River any day of the week.

If you come looking for afternoon sulfur fishing you'd best look no further downstream than Deposit on the WB and Corbett on the EB.

Sorry for the late posting but Verizon has once again found a way to interrupt my internet service.


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