Check the flow before you go.

 

With the EB & BR both high and muddy I was under no pressure to fish. Jean and I took a leisurely drive which turned out to be more eventful than we anticipated. The car's low tire air warning light came on while we were over on the Willow. We drove back to Roscoe, put four quarters into the air machine at the Sunoco Station and pumped the right front up from 17psi to 40 psi. and headed for the garage in Equinunk. Stopped again in East Branch and a final time in Hancock as we were losing about a pound per mile. Craig Gehrig was waiting for us at his repair shop in Equinink  and had us all patched up and ready to go in less than half an hour. 

About 5:30 Jean suggested I go fishing so she could chat with her sister Pam. The land line phone was still warm to the touch when I got back to the camp at 9:30.

Things are changing, there were only two trailers at Balls Eddy when I drove by, two cars at lower game lands and four at upper game lands. Why? No one is catching a lot of fish. The nomad guides have gone out west and people are reluctant to come to the river when half the system is blown out and flash flood warnings are being posted by the National Weather service.

The fishing - Stopped at a pool on the Willow and saw a few rising fish. In about an hour I hooked five fish and landed four. On both the drive out from Lordville and the return to Equinink we saw almost no fishermen. My evening trip also showed the big drop off in both drift boats and waders. Picked a spot in the lower WB and was in the water about 6:30. At 8:00 I was wondering why. There were a few sulfurs but the only fish feeding were doing so subsurface. About 8:30 I started seeing a few rises by fish feeding on the surface. Between then and 9:00 I hooked six nice fish, landing three, the best of which was a brown of 18.5 inches. The fish are there but until the sulfurs get going in earnest it will be hard to find consistently good fishing. Fortunately I don't have a long ride home when I reel it in after nine. 

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