It's just not coming easy.
Often times I'm my own worst enemy. I have an aversion to doing the same thing over and over. Earlier in the week I stumbled upon a good mid day sulfur hatch that had good fish up and feeding and I was able to fool enough of them to make it my best day of the week. I didn't go back. Why? See the first sentence above. I'm easily bored, need to explore, try new places, find rising trout around the next bend. Sometimes it pays off. This week - not so much. This morning I fished three pools on the UE between Harvard and East Branch that I hadn't visited this year (and probably won't again). Saw some tricos (not enough to get the fish up), no other fishermen, an eagle, three deer, and not a single rising fish. Caught a nice 18 inch brown on one of my first casts and never saw another fish. Took a moderately long walk to a pool that use to have several fish in it. The huge tree that created the pool has broken up and been swung into shore thus erasing the pool and maki