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A tale of two rivers.

With warm temps and sunshine forecast for today I was in no hurry to get to the stream.  Yesterday's double header was fun and productive but one game today will be enough.  The temps have stayed warm the last couple of nights and with the predicted sunshine the freestone streams will be getting quite warm.  This pushes the bug hatches back to the cooler evening hours.  Bottom line, back to the tailwaters. Left camp at 3:00 with no clear plan for where to fish. Ended up heading up the UEB and to my surprise there were anglers fishing almost every pool (it is Friday afternoon after all). There is a pool I like to fish that has a difficult entry and exit path (very steep) and perhaps because of the formation of  hills surrounding it, it is often so windy you just can't fish it. It is also a pool that is "no secret" to UEB fishermen and often times someone else has gotten there before me This year there has been a fourth problem in trying to fish it. The three times I&

One fish can make the trip worth while.

It was overcast.  It rained a few times.  The wind didn't blow.  There were ants, tricos, olives, isos, stenos and spinners of all of the above (except for the ants).  It was so warm that the spinners stayed late and finished the job. The fish?  They knew a good thing when they saw it.  They ate! Now don't get me wrong.  The fish on the Delaware may eat but they always  do so carefully.  If you keep track, refusals will always out number takes.  And ignores probably out number refusals.  But all day today you had fish to throw to. After avoiding the WB for several weeks I decided to give it a try.  The water is at a level where floating is difficult (a good thing).  And just maybe the bugs hatches have started up again. And perhaps the fish have gotten a little careless. The first six fish that came to my fly refused it.  It wasn't  until I was trying to watch a size 18 olive emerger in a heavy riff that I got a fish to eat (so much for careless fish).  My two stops

Just an any old kind of day.-

When I was filling the bird feeder with sunflower seed, I almost took down the half full hummingbird feeder.  Saw one hummingbird last week but I haven't seen one at the feeder this week.  Left it up in case a traveler stops for a fill up on his/her way to mexico.  It seems like only yesterday the first arrivals staked out their claim to the feeder back in early May. Driving along the river today, couldn't help but notice that the roadside sumac's leaves have started turning scarlet red. The leaves on the top branches of the soft maples are also turning a brilliant red. The roadside fields are yellow with goldenrod bloom. The fall asters haven't put in an appearance yet and only a few of the less healthy hard maples have started to turn orange but the message is clear - fall is on the way. Split time today between the Beaverkill and the UEB.  Found ants and olives on both rivers and landed the same number of fish on each river.  The fish in the Beaverkill are leaner

I can't do it all by myself!

You almost know without asking.  The salmon are running!  How do I know?  The Delaware is deserted.  Most all of the guides and fishermen have moved up to the Salmon River to tangle with the big guys.  Me?  I'm down here trying my best to keep the fish from getting too easy to catch - and - apparently I'm doing a  good job! Today I worked on the BEB fish.  Went out about two and stopped at a big slow water pool I hadn't fished all year.  In the bright sun there were at least a dozen fish up and feeding, on -  what else? Ants! Donned waders at had at 'em.  Half an hour later, I was reeling it in and moving to the next place, my job done.  How'd I do?  Threw at eight fish.  Got two refusals and six ignores.  Only two fish dared to rise after my first cast and my second cast quelled even their urge to eat. My second (and last) stop was at a riff where often times fish get in too big of  a hurry to grab food as it speeds by.  Sure enough the fish were up and somew

I should have bought a lottery ticket.

A week ago I fished all day with ants on the water.  I went to great lengths to tell how seldom that happens.  Well, today it happened again!  It wasn't really all day today as I didn't leave Rustin's Dinner (The Cholesterol Capital of the World) until 12:30. At about 2:00 I was drooling out of both sides of my mouth ( a Pavlovian response to the little smears covering my windshield).  Got in the water about 2:30 and sure enough, there were ants in the film (also on my neck, nose, waders and one in a fly box for a sample). The big problem was that I couldn't catch the fish that were rising.  There were a good number of ants but also lots of olives and big may flies of assorted varieties.  There were plenty of fish to cast to but they just paid me no attention.  When the sun finally went behind the hill I had hooked three and landed one. I don't know much about ant flights but when the sun disappeared the water became covered with them and the fish really turne