The last hurrah ! (perhaps).
After yesterdays fiasco I set out this afternoon to try to right the ship. It rained all morning and was overcast with the threat of more rain to come. In short, it was a day tailor made for pseudos and I was determined to make the most of it. Found a pool on the Beaverkill with rising fish and no other fishermen (there were lots of fishermen on the river today). Descended a steep bank and and found fish feeding on what might charitably be called a "sparse pseudo hatch". I hooked the first fish I cast to and then worked my way up through several rising fish without so much as a sniff from the intended targets. With one fish left to cast to the wind picked up and the fish quit rising. Finally the fish rose in a lull and I hooked my second fish, it was good I did as the wind returned and all rising ceased. Drove to several pools with the wind blowing harder and no fish rising. Left for the Upper East where I could at least escape the wind. Found a quiet pool covered wi