It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To

 

After three straight doubleheaders, I decided to work strictly out of the bullpen today. Took care of some nagging business matters, did some neglected yard work, tied a half dozen olives of the type that got a lot of fish to come up and at least look yesterday, spent time shooting the bow which included trying to chase away the spike horn who kept walking over to the target to see how I was doing. Finally had to shake down some apples and toss them away from the target. Finished two crosswords and a sudoku without falling asleep and at 5:00pm I got in the car and took a drive over to the UEB. 

The River Master raised the release from Cannonsville to 830cfs. The WB is muddy enough that you can't see bottom in 2.5 feet of water and at 830cfs that makes wading more dangerous. The car thermometer registered a high of 83 on the way to the UEB. The Willow is puddles at 15cfs, the BK hit 72 today and the EB topped out at 73.4, (saw three guys fishing at McCarters). With the mud, the high water temps and the concentration of both boats and waders from Shehawken to Buckingham on the BR, I would have been quite happy to have the starter pitch a complete game.

The fishing - Drove up route 30 as far as Shinhopple, saw but two anglers, and for once they weren't where I wanted to fish. Stopped several places and finally found a spot with rising fish. Donned the gear and for about an hour and a half, cast at quite a few fish, (both yearlings and adult fish. There were an assortment of flies, (nothing like the WB), both in the air and on the water, several sizes of olives, a few hebes, (I think), and a handful of caddis. 

How'd I do? Lets just say I would have done just as well if I'd stayed in Lordville and started painting the fly tying room, or fished without bothering to tie on a fly. There was no wind, I had the river to myself, the fish weren't spooked by my casts, some of which were right on target. Never had a fish eat the fly, or even refuse it for that matter. Why? They were too busy eating some of the thousands of midges that were hatching. Reeled it in and drove back to Lordville arriving at 7:20, intime for 15 minutes in the riff, if there hadn't been a fisherman out there fishing.

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