I've got better things to do.

 After sitting  in a deer stand a couple times swatting  mosquitos, I decided that there were better ways to spend my time. Jean was coming down to get new tires at CL Repair in Equinunk on Wednesday and I was able (with the promise of a dinner out) to get her come down a day early. We spent two delightful days, confusing the GPS, taking in the fall colors in places most people don't know exist, enjoying our cocktail hour while being entertained by the deer in the back yard and yes, a dinner at West Branch Angler where we were one of two couples in the dining room. They would normally be closed but they have three more weddings scheduled.

Jean departed for home this morning and I was left with nothing to do but to go fishing. I know, I know, it's much too warm for Pseudos, but just two weeks ago I had a bang up morning on the EB. Waited for the fog to almost burn off and went fishing. Got a Rainbow to eat my caddis (after first refusing an olive) right off the bat. In the next two plus hours I got four refusals and another 'bow to eat. It was a drop dead gorgeous morning but the fishing was dreadful.

Came back to the "Lordville Estate" and worked on crossword puzzles until almost five (may have shut my eyes for a minute or two). After the less than scintillating morning, I picked a spot on the BR and was  fishing by 5:30. There were no bugs, a fierce glare on the water, a southerly breeze blowing upstream and thankfully, a few fish willing to look at my flies. Landed a nice 17 inch 'bow early and then suffered through refusals until almost dark when there was a brief flurry of fishing. Was able to get half a dozen fish (all but one were 11 inch 'bows) to eat, but perhaps because I tried to land them a bit too quickly, most came unstuck. Nevertheless it was both exciting and fun.

The weather is supposed to go to hell starting tomorrow and once again I'll be faced with the dilemma of whether to fish the pseudo hatch or go home and sit in a tree. It isn't easy being me!             





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