It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

 

The table was set. An all day drizzle was the featured guest. Ideal water level said he would come but only if all day drizzle kept his word to provide less than a quarter inch of rain. The bugs said they would come but only if Mr. Sun wasn't invited. The fish said if the bugs are coming count us in. All day drizzle started early to insure being on time but ran out of water about nine in the morning. When Mr. Sun saw that all day drizzle was out of water he crashed the party. When the bugs saw Mr. Sun they cancelled. When the bugs cancelled the fish went back to eating yearling trout. Thankfully, ideal water level showed up and let me cast my flies all afternoon and evening. He must have thought I needed the practice. A few fall fish showed up uninvited and ate my flies, either to be polite or they need glasses. 

The fishing was a bust. Only salvation was a nice 18 inch brown that rose while I was walking out. Waded over to him and he ate a little olive on the first cast. 

If there are any easy fish in the river system, I haven't found them this week. Heading home tomorrow with return dependent on what the trail cam reveals. Deer season opens Sunday (I think). 

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