All MY Life's A Circle - - -

 

Today was the  Associate editors third annual meeting. We met under the pavilion at the Troutfitter promptly at 1:00pm and enjoyed BC's famous meatball subs that Dennis champions regularly. The business portion of the meeting was short, the story session lasted until about 4:00. Dave stopped by and had us in tears laughing at, among other things, his adventures with the resident pair of red squirrels. We left for fishing at 4:30 and could well have waited another half hour as the forecasted "cloudy day" turned into another bright, hot, sunny one.

The fishing  - It was after 5:00 when the first olives floated by, the fish seemed to know that there would be lots to eat and started slowly. When the hatch peaked there were both big, (18s), and the tiny olives all over the water. The fish appeared and started eating every olive that didn't have a hook in it. There were lots of refusals and ignores, some fish were hooked, some lost, it was both exciting and frustrating. Exciting to see so many bugs and fish, frustrating to see so few caught. When we waded to shore, the water was covered with spinners and not a fish seemed to care.

Upon my return to the fishing camp, I turned on the flood light in the back yard and there was my old friend the fawn that lost his mother two years ago and spent the summer/fall eating my peaches and apples and sleeping in the flower garden side of the house. He had one three inch spike last year and now proudly sports two nice nine inch spikes that are out of the velvet. With the three on a side rule, he'll probably get to live one more year than the average NY buck.

From A-119, a big thank you to the Associate Editors for taking the time to all get together  again, and to Dave for providing a place to meet and live entertainment.  

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