If you want to catch fish, you have to learn to be better at the game than they are!
Woke this morning to temps in the 60's, inside the fishing camp. Out on the porch it was 46. It got the BR down in the low 60's and I decided to give it a try. There were two guys fishing the Lordville riff when I drove over the bridge at 9:30 and they were still there when I returned at noon. Fished between junction pool and Stockport. In two hours of fishing I never saw anything but yearlings and they refused my offerings. It was a beautiful morning to be on the river, hope the two boats that went by did better with their bobber rigs than I did with dries. Rested up and was ready to go about three, saw neither bugs nor risers on my tour of the WB from Hale Eddy up. Picked an empty pool and in three hours of fishing, hooked eight fish, landed six and lost two. There were some bugs on the water which led to sporadic rises, which resulted in multiple refusals and the occasional take. It was both a challenging and enjoyable afternoon. At six thirty, I moved downstream and found