You land rainbows when they are done, not before.
After eight days at the fishing camp, I'm ready to head home. I'll need a fork lift to get the laundry bag into the car, I'm a wee bit tired and I miss Jean. The week has been a bit disappointing because of the high water which limited wade fishing opportunities but the float trips with Mark during which he was introduced to the Delaware's big fish made it special. Wasn't even going to fish today but went out at six and found an empty pool in the lower WB that I felt would have feeding fish. It did, however, the fish were not eating Hendrickson and caddis spinners like I expected (there weren't any). The rises (and there were a lot of them) were the subsurface boils of fish feeding on something in the water column. The fishing - There was no wind and lots of feeding fish. Had no luck getting the fish to look up at Hendricksons or spinners. It wasn't until I saw the much smaller paraleps on the water that things turned around. Fish started sipping on the ...