Memories are made of this!

 Doubt anyone will see this but it's probably something worth noting.  If there has ever been an extended period with more sunshine and warm temps in November in upstate New York during the last 77 years, I was somewhere else and missed it.  It has been beautiful beyond belief, unless you are a deer hunter.  It is simply too warm for the deer to be moving during the daytime.

Made another trip down to Lordville to mow/rake the leaves, prune the cling peach tree, burn up the years accumulated debris and put hardware cloth around the new fruit trees. Worked steadily from 11:00 am until the clock in the kitchen said 3:30 and was about to drive back home in the daylight when I realized that it was only 2:30 (the clock hadn't fallen back) and just maybe there might be a bug or two hatching.

Drove over the Lordville Bridge and sure enough there were fish up.  There was also a drift boat coming out from under the bridge heading for the risers. Continued on up to Buckingham where there were rising fish in the still water below the bottom riff.  There were two wade fishermen in the water and five trailers in the lot. Stockport had but one car. Shehawken had four cars but no fishermen in sight.  Walked along the shore and saw some pseudos and several rising fish, as those who know me well know, I am now hurrying back to the car to don gear and give it a go.  Even though I finished the season on October 21st, somehow the Winston was still in the car, rigged up and ready for action (with a pseudo in the hook keeper no less).

Waded into the stream to cast at the rising fish and about killed myself on the rocks that were coated with the slippery green, winter blooming algae that the Salmon River is famous for. Slowed my pace and enjoyed two of the most fun hours of fishing I've had all year.  Hooked 10 fish, landed 9 and suffered through at least a dozen refusals.  A beautiful 17 inch brown was the last fish of both the day and the year.  

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