It's not my fault, I didn't know!
With an all day rain forecast for Syracuse on Thursday and partly cloudy skies for Hancock, it was a no brainer. I packed my stuff (including three extra sets of underwear in case the fishing was good) and headed down to the Delaware to close up the camp. The hills that were ablaze with red and orange from the maples were now a cold barren gray, but the red and white Oaks were in there glory with their rich gold and brown leaves mixing with the green of the pines in a stately elegance that the maples lack. Turned on the heat in camp and headed out to fish the pseudo hatch - - - I needn't have bothered. There were Pseudos in modest numbers and it was entertaining watching them being blown across the water (wonder what they think when a 20mph gust sends them cartwheeling across the stream?). It was windy and the fish, that like to sip pseudos in slow water pools, were having none of it. Found a few risers in spots protected from the wind but wasn't able to get a fly to