Angler 119's Delaware River Fishing Report

 As luck would have it our granddaughter's NDSU team won the 5:00 o'clock match in three sets. At 6:30 I put the second coat of paint on a beam on the front of the garage, put away the paint, washed the brush and at 6:45 headed out into the Lordville riff. The riff hasn't been kind to me this year but at 6:45 there only was one choice.  Surprisingly there were small olive spinners (lots of them) and a few big red ones. Saw several fish make subsurface boils. Two of them came up let me know my big red spinner and little olive spinner didn't pass muster. My iso and a white fly were ignored. Finally one fish ate a smaller rusty spinner. Landed a 17 inch older rainbow with fresh hook cuts on both corners of his mouth. Was back at the fishing camp before 7:45. Dennis - My good wife often tells me "Not everyone understands your sense of humor".  I welcome your questions. You obviously have made major improvements in your fishing and hopefully the questions you ask a

A bright sun beaming down from a cloudless sky, a sky high barometer and a piping wind out of the north is a combination that chills the heart of of most dry fly anglers in the best of times. Add no bugs to the equation and you begin to get the picture of why so few anglers are on the river. Dutifully followed the directions on the fall fertilizer/weed killer bag and applied it to the dew dampened lawn this morning just after my 8:00AM call with Jean. The directions say that the milky spores that I bought at Tractor Supply last year at a 75% off close out sale (you need to put them on your lawn two years in a row) will have to wait until just before the next rain. With those two items on the "To Do List" resolved, I settled down with the laptop and studied ladder stands and see- through hunting tents (in case I'm uncomfortable using my little fold up seat and climbers that I screw into the tree). Before I knew it, it was time for lunch after which I headed up to Deposit w

 Took another day off Tuesday, no I'm not showing my age, the rivers were up, "stained" as they like to say, and there were no bugs.  Having done most of my weeks allotment of camp chores yesterday I was ready to go right after lunch today.  Headed east on 17 and got off at the Sunoco Station and meandered up 30 all the way to the Corbett Bridge. Stopped at all my usual lookout places, saw two fishermen and no rises. The second fisherman was at the abutment pool above Corbett and I stopped to see what was going on. Within two minutes another car pulled in with two more anglers. There were a few (very few) olives on the water and a few (very few) yearling fish sipping them.  When the fisherman in the water called it quits and came over to where we were standing there was somewhere around 290 years of fishing experience within a circle with a diameter of less than 10 feet. Since we were not discussing politics we were all able to agree that it was the fishing that was odori

 Didn't fish last Friday. Our granddaughter's volleyball team was hosting a tournament and they were streaming the games. Turned out to be six hours of volleyball Friday (both matches went five sets) and another two and a half hours for the third match on Saturday. At 8:00pm Saturday I was back watching Syracuse beat UConn in football.  Would liked to have fished in the misty rain on Sunday but I had things to do back home and today was predicted to be a carbon copy. It wasn't. Drove down this morning with fog covering the tops of the hills. Goldenrod is in bloom and the roadsides and overgrown fields are a bright yellow. The recent rains have greened up burnt lawns and meadow mushrooms have sprung up everywhere. Had a batch with a venison steak on Friday at the camp and Jean cooked up some more on Saturday, we had them as hors d'oeuvre and then with a really good strip steak. Arrived at the fishing camp about 11:30 this morning in a  humid, hazy sunshine. Got everythin