Back in the waders again.
Friday night with old friends was great. Got chores done today and decided to pull the plug on the reunion, first one I've missed but I just needed some quiet peaceful time. Decided to return to the fishing camp, finish up some chores and try to catch a fish or two. Did both. Didn't get here until after four and stopped in Deposit to see what, if anything was up (nothing). Drove down river looking for a place to fish, no room in the inn (it's Saturday after all). No-kill was filled with boats and wade fishermen, five cars, multiple boats and wade fishermen at the 191 bridge. SEVEN trailers at Shehawken take out. I was on my way to camp when I saw only one truck at Stockport. Decided to give it a try. Met the two anglers with the truck who were walking out. They hadn't seen a thing. Walked downstream to the pool and looked at the water, it was covered with ants! The fish? Couldn't have cared less. I mean there were too many ants to count in each square