Ian('t) liken any more rain.

 After a three day stay at home and a busy Monday morning which got in the way of an early departure, I drove down I-81 through a series of Thunderstorms coupled with high winds that required two hands on the wheel at at all times. The rain probably didn't amount to much as the showers were interspersed with blue sky's and little or no wind.  Arrived in Deposit about 1:30 right in the middle of one of the storms. Sat on the road below the town bridge for a couple minutes  with the rain coming down and the wind blowing more and more leaves into the river. Actually saw a fish rise during the melee but decided that the Lordville Estate was a better place to be.

Arrived in a light shower, which was followed by bright sun that by 3:30, had gotten the grass dry enough to cut. Was about 75% done with the lawn when the wind began to blow and a bolt of lightning hit close enough that I heard the thunder boom over the mower's roar. Looked up and couldn't see the hill across the river. Drove the mower into the garage and got inside the camp just before the rain hit. At five o'clock the bright sun was out again in a cloudless sky.

The fishing - Drove up the PA side of the BR, saw three pontoon boats below Buckingham, four trailers in the Buckingham lot and half a dozen cars at Stockport. Never saw a bug or a rise at my usual stops and decided to head east and fish the UEB which, at 300 cfs, is just perfect for wade fishing. Fished where a riff runs into a pool from about 5:45 until 7:00 (we're losing close to half an hour of daylight every 10 days). There were brown caddis and hebes in the air (what good is that?) and olives on the water. Threw olives at rising fish from arrival until departure. Most gave my fly a look, and a good percentage ate it, however, almost all the fish up were yearlings, now about 9 inches in the UEB. Did hook and land a nicely colored sixteen inch male brown, which is sorta like saying (if you are a deer hunter), shot a nice fat spike horn.

So far the fall fishing has not come together. We need the water levels to recede. If Ian heads this way, the camp closedown will no doubt be expedited.  

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