It's Better To Have Hooked And Lost - - - -

 

Back on the river with pearly white teeth after driving home for my annual dentist appointment. Had a nice dinner out with Jean Sunday night, washed both the car and my clothes and was on my way back down by 9:00AM this morning.

It's Mark's final day before heading back to North Carolina. He teamed up with my GHOF yesterday and had his best day of the trip hooking seven and landing six. This morning we found bugs (caddis and Hendricksons), but the fish have had so much to eat they seemed indifferent to the smorgasbord Mother Nature was providing.

Went up above "Barking Dog" launch on the WB and had a brief flurry of action on Hendricksons about 3:00. It was over by 3:30. We had heard good things about paralep and Hendrickson hatches on the UEB, so we drove over. To put it kindly, the hatch at about 4:00 was sparse and rising fish were hard to find.

Drove back to where we first encountered bugs sans fish and more or less saved the day. There were fish going when we got there and we each hooked a couple of nice rainbows, then the sun (which had been hiding behind a cloud bank) came out and the fished stopped feeding. When the sun finally went behind the hill in the last hour of daylight the water was covered with Apple Caddis spinners, Hendrickson duns and spinners and an assortment of other bugs too numerous to count. How'd we do? Not very well. The fish were slow to get going and when they did you had no idea which fly was yours. But, Mark got to see what I've been blathering to him about for years. There were big fish everywhere. We did OK in the hooking department (13), but we left a lot to be desired in the landing (6).

It's a big river system. The bugs are hatching, no question about it. But being in the right place at the right time is another matter. Come try it. If you are in the right place at the right time - you'll be hooked.          

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