It's time to call in sick or take a personal day!

 Last week I stopped at a friends camp to discuss the days fishing.  Didn't return to my abode until late and didn't enter the days fishing report until the next morning.  My wife reads the blog during the early morning hours and was worried that something bad had happened to me (at least that was her story), when there was no report posted. Tonight it's 10:30, the company has left, and I'm writing the blog so my wife doesn't needlessly worry.

The fishing - In brief, bugs all day long and fish rising all day long. Where?  Above Hale Eddy.  The caddis hatch is petering out down river but it is going full bore up river.  There are kinds of caddis hatching that haven't even been named yet. The downside? During the hatch the fish are eating the emerging pupa. Never saw the nose of a fish eating on top.  Threw at rising fish from 11:30 until 4:30 and yes enough rose and ate the fly to make it a really good day but the number of casts over rising fish that were ignored was beyond belief.  The Hendricksons came about 2:30 and some fish did eat my offering but again I never threw at a fish that was eating duns on top.

Drove back to the camp and took a nap. Woke about 6:15 and went back up river.  About 7:00 the caddis spinners started falling and roofs of trout mouths started coming out of the water. If it was a fight it would have been stopped. The fish didn't have a chance.  They were gulping caddis spinners and weren't at all concerned about little things like hooks.  

It's amazing to me how hard it can be sometimes (this afternoon) to get fish to eat a fly and then, when everything falls into place (this evening), how easy it can be to get them to eat. There's no guarantee on how many fish you will catch or for that matter, how easy or hard it will be, but if you come in the next few days there will be bugs hatching, spinners falling and lots of fish eating - - the rest is up to you!     

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