It's just too early to have to fish the "Sulfur Zone".

 With the temp down in the 40's this AM and a forecasted high in the 60's,  I was assured of being able to fish the freestones this evening. That made it easy to cancel the morning fishing, finish mowing the yard and work on the peach trees. Thank God for the late frost last year that killed 99.87% of the peaches.  If  I had to spend as much time on the peaches last year the camp painting job would never have been finished.

Didn't head out until almost two, sucked it up and headed to the "Sulfur Zone".  Hate the SZ because I have to fish it for two months, it's crowded and I love solitude, something that doesn't exist there.  Went because I haven't found daytime bugs anywhere else - - - and - - - it came through.  It wasn't great, but the big spring sulfurs have arrived there and enough were hatching to get fish up.  Spent a couple of hours trying to make perfect presentations in a sneaky little draft (10/15 out of the north).  It didn't go real well but there were rising fish (most of which refused to eat my spring sulfurs). I managed to hook a 20.5 inch rainbow which ties the 20.5 inch brown I landed last week for the saddest fish of the year.  Both fish are circling the drain and will never spawn again. The fish ate my fly, let the current carry him downstream 30 feet and then let me reel him back up stream and into the net.  Long, lean and ready to die, not the picture of the 20 incher you want to catch.

The hatch ended about 4:00 and the smart thing to do (Paul)  would be to go back to the Troutfitter, set the alarm for 7:00 PM and take a nap, wouldn't miss a thing.

Made my "Last Stand" on the BR in a pool up river from where I fished last night. There was nary a boat or fisherman within a half mile.  Fish got going earlier than last night but they were harder to fool. Saw no iso's and the hatching quieted down towards dark. My hooked and landed totals for the evening were the same as last night but tonight it was spread out over almost two hours.

Note to Dr. M. - Glad you're are still with us. You're made of tough stuff.  If you spring for a copy of the paperback edition of  "A Season on the Delaware", you will see that I reveal my political persuasions on page 240.       

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