Why I hate caddis.
Started the day by driving up to the Troutfitter in Deposit to pick up some fly float and tippet using their "curb side service". Worked like a charm. As long as I was there I decided to give the WB a try. Donned waders alongside a long time river friend and we shared the pool above the iron bridge in town. There were some apple caddis hatching and a few fish making splashy rises while chasing the emergers up through the water column. About the fifth cast one of the risers looked up and ate my caddis. A beautifully colored 16 inch brown that got the skunk out of my boots right away. With no other fish willing to eat my fly I reeled in and drove down River Road to the Men's Club. At 12:05 there was an Armada of 13 boats (most with 3 people on board) anchored between the Men's Club and the sewage treatment plant, all ready to fire broadsides at any rising trout. There were also half a dozen wade fishermen trying to find a place between the boats to fish. I know, I