A Pepacton spill is close to a dead cert.

Today was neither as bad as it could have been or as good as you might have liked it. If you live long enough there are a lot of days like that.  Faced with no home cooked dinners or my wife's company  for the next three nights, there was little doubt about where I would be headed. Lafayette had partly cloudy skies and a drying breeze this morning . We opened all the windows just to get a little fresh air into the house. Departed just before 9:00 and by the time I got to Tully I was on the phone to Jean telling her I was in a rainstorm and that she might think about getting the windows closed.  Went through several more showers before arriving at the "Lordville Estate". Unpacked, refrigerated the food, hung up ironed shirts and headed back to Deposit (the only place to possibly fish on the entire Delaware River System).

The fishing - Left something to be desired. As far as I could tell there were less than a dozen boats on the entire system. There were some wade fishermen, most of whom were crowded between "The Red Barn" and  Cold Springs Brook. The bugs were determined not to be seen during daylight hours.  Boats were anchored with no one even casting and wade fishermen were standing with arms crossed and their rod over their shoulder.  And then the 4:00 o'clock thunderstorm came.  It didn't seem bad where I was but it must have hit Cold Springs Brook and Butler Brook 'cause they were gushing mud for the rest of the day.

How'd  A-119 do?  Well before the rain I threw at two risers, rose both and one ate. Also got one to eat a blind cast.  After the rain there was heavy fog.  Boats and wade fishermen would magically appear and disappear right before your eyes. About 7:00 sulfurs started to appear.  I was fishing in the "clear" half of the river (everything being relative), in a slow water pool and I walked into several fish sipping duns. When I was able to get even with a fish and make a good cast, the fish ate. Surprisingly not a one came unstuck.  About 8:00, when things were just starting to get going last week, both the bugs and fish quit. Fifteen minutes later so did I. 

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