Let Me Tell You Where It's At.
After yesterday's unsuccessful efforts to find rising fish before 7:00 pm, I found little incentive to continue practicing my casting. At my age, wisdom says, " that I might well be better off saving all those blind casts for a time when there is actually a fish rising within casting range". So, I spent a good part of the day chatting with river friends, both old and new, knowing full well that promptly at 3:00 pm the Hendrickson's would hatch in a big flat water pool on the WB, where just two days ago, ace guide Matt's sport slayed em, (I didn't ask about how things went yesterday). It was 3:02 when I spotted the first Hendrickson, Anthony, artist and photographer extraordinaire, with whom I'd been chatting, got up and left, (I assumed, to get his gear), never saw him again. What I did see was a "hatch" of Hendricksons comparable to those I've seen all year. Yes there were bugs, and yes there were a few fish rising, and yes I was able to ...