How To Catch a Delaware River Grand Slam.

 

After a couple days off I was ready to go.  Stopped in Deposit at about 10:30 on the way down and saw rising fish off the town bridge. Suited up and had at 'em. There were a few tiny olives on the water and it turned out that they were a good match for the tiny yearling trout that were feeding on them. Caught a half dozen fish in about half an hour, the best being a 10 inch hatchery brown.

Drove down to the Lordville Estate, put things away, watered both the garden and orchids, put up the bird feeder, tried (unsuccessfully) to get our grandson's state championship lacrosse game on my PC, fell asleep in the recliner, awoke at 5:30, got up and went fishing.

Drove up the PA side of the BR and counted 39 trailers from Buckingham to Balls Eddy (and some had already left). Saw a few bugs at Buckingham (4) and no bugs at Shehawken or Balls Eddy. and not a single riser at any of my "look-outs" along the way. Turned around at Hale Eddy and headed for the EB. It was warm (68) where I fished, there were no bugs, but the fish were hungry. Got lotsa looks, several tooks, two ate as I was lifting the fly off the water, two others I just might have hit a little bit too quick and a tad too hard, and two more just came unstuck. I did land a nice 16 inch brown and a couple of two year olds.

It's now 8:40, and the pool has gone dead, I reeled it in and headed for the fishing camp. But, you have to drive right by Junction Pool, and well, maybe. There were five cars in the lot, saw two guys downstream, and no one out front where I saw a fish rise. Put the vest back on at 8:50 and waded in, hooked a hot rainbow on the very first cast. Five jumps later he was gone, but wait, if you order within - - - another fish rose in casting range, couldn't see my little olive but when a fish rose, I hooked and was into what turned out to be an 18 inch brown. Was in the car on the way to camp at 9:20.    

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