Traded bugs and rising fish for solitude and serenity.

It wasn't because I didn't think the WB would be any good, it's just because I like to fish different places and with the water finally down to wadable levels, you can now get into spots that have been inaccessible to wade anglers all year.

Fished the top of the UEB and there were still Hendricksons but, like Deposit last week, there were not enough of  'em to get the fish going.  Watched them float down a big pool and never saw a single one eaten.  Did catch the fish of the day there (an 18.5 inch brown that ate a floating Hendrickson nymph).  It was a beautiful golden colored with a dozen big red spots.

The next stop was also in the UEB where the floating nymph was left in a fish's jaw.  Stopped further down the UEB at a pool that was good to me last year.  There were no Hendricksons to be seen.  A few fish were going on assorted may flies and caddis on arrival but there were no Hendrickson spinners to get the fish in a feeding frenzy.

Tried a section of the BE and in a half hour, never saw a fist rise or a bug of any kind.  Did see grackles along the shore looking for isos but didn't see any husks on the rocks.

Last stop was at a pool on the Beaverkill where a group of Eastern Europeans camp and fish for a week or more during Hendricksons each year.  I have fished the pool for over twenty five years and it use to have a healthy population of big wild browns and rainbows.  After the Eastern European invasion each year there seems to be nothing left but juveniles.  To be fair, I saw one fish rise and hooked and landed a hard fighting 13 inch rainbow. There were enough Gray Foxes on the water that any fish in the pool should have been up.

BTW - Saw the first ragged robin in bloom along side the road.

 Heading out to the porch to look at the full moon and listen to the toads sing.  Will probably head back to the WB tomorrow.

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