It Was Just An Any Old Kinda Day

Had a busy day yesterday. Mark was on the road back to Greensboro before 8:00am and I began the process of catching up on things that were neglected during his visit. Broke down the accumulation of boxes in the garage, gathered up the rest of the trash and made a dump run. Mowed the yard for the first time this year and presto it was time to go fishing. 

Checked the stream temps and flows as well as the weather forecast, made sure the raincoat was in the car, (severe thunderstorms with high winds and hail were in the forecast for Hendrickson time), and set out fish. Fished the upper WB, which has been the only place where the Hendricksons had not yet made their appearance. Today, with cloud to ground lightning and booming thunder, in modest numbers and for less than an hour, they did.

I stayed close to the car and did my count of the time between the lightning and the thunder (five seconds means the lightning is about a mile away). I've always thought that the only important number is "one", if you count that high you're still alive. Anyway two storms went past, one to the north and one to the south, with no lightning strikes within three miles of me, just rain.

The fishing was surprisingly difficult, got numerous refusals but hooked and landed enough fish to make it a good day. When the hatch shut down, (before four), I moved downstream and got into the caddis that are now moving up the lower WB. Unfortunately, the rain came down hard enough to make fishing impossible. Walked back to the car in a downpour and headed down river towards the fishing camp with the intent of calling it a day. The rain let up around Stockport where nine cars were parked along the road (no, I didn't stop). Ended up at a place that is entering the doldrums, there were but a few caddis spinners in the air and nothing hatching. Walked along the bank for several hundred yards and found four nice fish still looking for something to eat after the glut of both Hendricksons and caddis. The fish were football shaped and looked nothing like their cousins upstream that are just now being served their appetizers.

Arriver home near dark, sat down to type the fishing report, heard a huge boom and the power went out. A big tree came down across the road and took out the power lines at my neighbors house. Drove up the hill to where I had reception, called 911 to report the outage, came back to the camp and went to bed.

       

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