Angler 119's Delaware River Fishing Report

 With over 35 years of bonefishing on open ocean flats, I'm not one to wimp out when a little wind blows. Hendrickson time, you know it's going to blow, and you suck it up and fish. October pseudo fishing is another matter. With winds predicted to blow from the NNW at 10 to 20 today and my granddaughters volleyball game on at noon, I got in my bow practice early, crossed camp close up items off the list, and sat down and watched the game. Noticed leaves blowing by the window during the game, but it wasn't until after it ended that I took a good look at the six inch waves blowing down the Lordville pool. Packed up and headed home. Temp dropped 10 degrees enroute and it was blowing and raining by the time I got to Cortland. Never gave sitting in a tree a thought. Will stick my nose out the door in the morning and decide if it's worth going. The two days of fishing were, for October, exceptional. It's not that you can't catch fish, it's that each days window of

Apparently Mother Nature thought things were too easy yesterday. Today the "breeze" was again out of the south but at 10/15 which put waves on some of the pseudo sipping pools. At 4:30 (quitting time yesterday) I  was lucky to have two fish. Spent a lot of time driving around looking, in vain, for spots out of the wind that had bugs and rising fish.  After complaining about how poor the fall foliage was a week ago (the hard maples leaves on the trees in our woodlot turned a dull yellow/brown and started dropping in September). The Catskills on the 10th of October were partly bare (the maples) and partly still green. Today, on my drive, the hills were in full color, soft maples were bright red, there were a few hard maples that were bright orange, yellow and dull orange (rust) colors were everywhere, a few young oaks had turned along the roadside and there were even some sumacs still showing bright red. Made for a pleasant drive. The fishing - Once again the catch was made up

 Was surprised, in recording todays catch in the log book, that it's been two weeks since I last wet a line. Came down once to mow the lawn and was tempted, but with a good hatch of pseudos on the water there was nary a riser to be seen and I had enough time to drive home and get up in my tree stand which I did, but to no avail. (The preceding verbiage , just might be a run on sentence. I was never too clear on what constituted one, only that Mrs. Haskins always seemed to find one or two of them lurking in every essay I wrote).  The original plan this week was to drop Jean off at the airport at 5:00am Tuesday morning and drive down to the Lordville Estate in plenty of time for the world famous pseudo hatch. Fortunately (I guess), the eye doctors office was kid enough to call Monday afternoon to remind me of my 3:30 eye exam on Wednesday. The exam went smoothly (still 20/15 corrected in both eyes) and with dilated pupils I had time to climb up into the GD tree stand yet again. Even