Has Anyone Recognized An "Indignant Refusal"?

 

Have gotten into the habit of checking the wind direction by looking at the windmills on the hills NW of Deposit. After facing us the first three days this week, (SW wind), they turned their backs to us today, ( NW wind). It also is helpful to check the smokestack that is always belching out white smoke near the Deposit exit , to get an idea of how hard the wind is blowing. Today it was in the 10mph range with gusts a bit higher, manageable, but annoying. With the wind direction and velocity established, the next thing to know is what the barometer is doing. This one is easy, when a low is pushed out by a high pressure area, the barometer rises and, (at least today), neither the fish rise nor the bugs hatch. 

This morning I had to mow the lawn, which included driving the mower at the deer to get them out of the way under the cling peach tree. Hundreds of peach pits are on the ground along with branches the SOB's have jumped up and pulled down, and enough deer "droppings" to ensure green grass and big peaches for years to come.

The fishing - Was tough, the wind didn't make it easy, and the lack of bugs, (surprising after the monster hatch just two days ago), didn't help, but it's well known that the first day of high pressure is better spent crossing off items on the honey do list. Today was no exception. Trout just don't like to rise when the first day of high pressure rolls in. Hopefully, tomorrow things will return to normal, bugs will hatch and fish will rise, but understand, the fish are getting harder to fool every day.

Note - Yesterday, I called out a guide for his behavior. Fifteen years ago it was the norm. Today, it's the exception. Guides consistently go out of their way not to interfere with your fishing. A tip of the cap to all the considerate ones who are rowing the extra mile so as not to interfere with anyone's fishing.    

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