So, where you gonna fish today?

There was no mystery about where I would fish today.  It was overcast with a heavy fog/light drizzle.  Air temp in the sixties and water temp right around 60.  Everything screamed BIG RIVER.  There would be olives and isos galore.  All the fish would be up and feeding.

AND THEY WERE!!!

If the stars should align again, call in sick, use a personal day but be there.  It didn't matter much where you fished as long as you were no farther downstream than Buckingham.  I tried a spot further down early and rose a handful of yearlings but the big fish are still in their summer digs. It often takes a good rise in the water level to start the migration back to their home pools.

I do realize how lucky I am and how hard it is to change plans at the last minute ("because Hon, it's going to be cloudy, rainy and cold").  The reputation of the Big River is made on days like this - and - strangely I never saw another soul on the river.

How'd I do?  Those of you who have fished the Big River know you earn every fish. Today was payback day for earlier follies. I won't go to the big river again tomorrow.

Fish of the day was a 20.5 inch brown (the first 20 incher I've caught this August).

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