Everyone Deserves A Second Chance.

 

Its been a rough few days for A-119, what with being accused of disseminating ridiculous propaganda, calling wind turbines windmills, and suffering through the disappearance of not one but two blog pages.

After Monday's last hour fish hooking extravaganza I decided to take it easy and get some things done around the estate. Mowed the lawn, did some housework, called Vicki, got an appointment, drove up to Deposit to get my hair pruned, and still had time to get in a short nap.

The fishing - Opportunities for wade fishermen are still limited. The UEB at 600 cfs can now be waded, with care, the WB at 2300 cfs is still out of bounds as is the BR, the EB can be fished again with care, both the BK and Willow are now at fishable levels.

The bugs - At least where I've been able to fish are hard to find. Yesterday's iso hatch could be counted without taking off your socks and shoes. The evening hatch /spinner fall on the BE was also virtually non existent.

How'd I do? Stumbled around in a riff/run on the BK that I'd never fished before, saw one rise, hooked two fish, (both big rainbows), landed one and was refused by a third when the tail fibers bent under the bend in the hook. Spent the last hour on the BE where the lack of bug life was disappointing. Saw several fish rise once but because of the lack of bugs none fed regularly. Working my way back to the car side of the river in near darkness I spotted two bank sippers who rose enough to be located. Both ate my little spinner, one an 18 inch brown, the other a 22 incher that will in all probability be fish of the year.    

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