Weekend outlook.

Today was a scorcher, the third bright, sunny, hot day in a row. Went out into the Lordville Riff early hoping to catch my first decent fish from the riff this year. I did. It wasn't great. There were no hatching bugs but there were quite a few very small spinners on the water. Yearling trout along the shore were feeding on them. Hooked four good fish on an assortment of flies, landed three.

Retired to the mound of topsoil in one of the side yards and the ground up Norway Spruce stump in the other. Seven wheelbarrow loads of stump shavings got rid of the stump and six wheelbarrow loads of topsoil filled the hole. At 11:30, I was again tired and wringing wet.

Sat in an air conditioned room at the Troutfitter Motel (this job has its perks) and watched the Women's National soccer team beat France in a World Cup thriller. Game over and it was still hotter than blue blazes (what are blue blazes anyway?). Walked over to the Town bridge and saw several boats upstream, trout rising and no one in the pool.

Suited up and went fishin'. In the first hour I hooked several quality fish, then the rise forms changed and for the next hour I threw at splashy rises and was totally ignored. When I finally said enough, it was seven thirty. With several places on the way back to camp crowded with Friday night anglers - I called it quits.

Fishing this weekend - If it continues to be hot, early morning fishing can be done wherever you choose. In the early afternoon, howerer, head for the top two or three miles of either the East or West Branches. After the last two days, my pick would be the 'Sulfur Zone" up around Deposit. Evening fishing (if flows remain where they now are and temps cool off a bit as predicted) can again be at a place of your choice (do check water temps before fishing). If it's still hot, there's no need to rush it. Seven thirty might even be a little early.

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