At least some parts of my brain are still working.

Spent the morning working on the yard.  In Lordville if you are outside working and a neighbor is driving by, its time for a chat. With the outside painting last year it was easy to keep up with Lordville news.  This year I haven't spent as much time outside and was happy to see both Steve, a fellow fisherman, and Kat both of whom live in the suburbs up river from town. Learned of several break-ins in the area which has never before been a problem in the 30 plus years I've been here.

The afternoon just flew by.  Shot my bow and then decided to call in sick for the afternoon fishing.  I'm not a fan of being taunted by the trout as I have been the last few days.  Figured I'd rest up and renew the battle after the afternoon hatch. Laid down with a crossword puzzle and a sudoku and presto it was 5:00pm.

The fishing - Drove up to Deposit planning on killing an hour and then going down river to fish the "sulfur spinner fall".  Funny thing, I never left.  Dortheas started hatching, (a modest hatch), and the fish started feeding a bit. Every once in a while I'd fool one and before I knew it, it was getting dark. Started wading back up stream towards a crossing place and found trout sipping spinners in a tailout.  If you are a regular reader you have heard about how to fish the black water with a light colored fly and how to use a dark colored fly when you are looking towards the sunset.  Well, on the way out there were trout rising on the "dark side" away from the sun. Couldn't  see my fly or the ring of the rise. What I could see were the  open mouths of several trout as they ate spinners. I don't know how a brain that can't remember a persons name 10 seconds after I shake a hand does it, but in less time than it took to type this story, I hooked four fish. Never saw my fly or the rise, when I saw a mouth open where I cast, I hooked. You could hear me laughing with delight from Deposit to Hancock.

Matt, may you always be as polite and courteous as you are now.

        

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