You never know 'til you go.

 

With rain scheduled for late afternoon I decided to fish the BR in the morning. Was on the water a little before nine and was back in the fishing camp before noon. There were almost no bugs and only an occasional riser. In the time I was there, at least two dozen fish rose to what were almost all blind casts. How many ate my fly? Four. How many did I land? One. Entertaining for sure but just a bit frustrating. Tried a lot of different flies and not a one passed muster.

Went out about 4:00 just as it started to rain. Tried the EB but the elevated water temp apparently shut off the bugs, it was dead.

Was on the BR about 6:30 in a light but steady rain which increased in intensity while I was there. There were raindrops, a few big olives and some isos on the water and the fish were up and feeding. Funny thing, they liked my flies just fine. Was into one fish after another until 8:00 when everything just stopped. Was spreading out wet fly boxes on the kitchen table before 8:30.

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