Angler 119's Delaware River Fishing Report

  Spent from six-thirty until seven this evening sitting on the back porch with my P. M. watching the  spikehorn buck eating apples. Why? There's just no place where I can fish under present conditions, that I want to fish. Jim N's kind words, (or was he reflecting on my lack of intelligence), said it best. The water coming out of Cannonsville is chocolate milk. Visibility is less than a foot at Deposit, and with a 1,100cfs release, it is dangerous wading the WB. Yes, there were lots of bugs and rising fish at the game lands Wednesday night and it was fun, but that was at a water level 350cfs lower than today, and even then I couldn't see the trip rocks. The good news, if any, is that the release will probably drop by almost the same amount as it rose on Saturday night, if Wallenpaupack is going to generate on Monday. We are in a drought, rivers everywhere are approaching all time lows, tribs everywhere are bone dry, and those who want to fish are on the Delaware. Where 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, t...

  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. E...

  Before we start I need to make a correction. The grammarian pointed out that Olga never got a ten, 9.8 being her best score. The first ten was awarded to Nadia Comaneci.  Tomorrow is the day the Associate Editors are gathering to both fish and make fun of my fly tying. I have been trying a number of different places in hopes of giving them good advice on where to fish. Went past a place I've often fished and there was a guy there fishing on Monday and again today. On my way back to the Lordville Estate I saw him in his pickup talking on the phone, pulled over, got out of the car, still in my waders and walked over to his truck, he held up a finger, then when the conversation went on and on he shook his head and made the yack, yack, yack sign with his hand, finally he was able to hang up and we had a conversation about fishing. He caught six fish, (all yearling rainbows), there on Sunday, fished there Monday and Tuesday, and never caught another fish, (there is a lesson to be...

  With the peaches picked, the tomatoes requiring water only every other day, and the grass not in need of mowing, (perhaps ever), I had the entire day to pleasure myself. Stopped at Morenos and got my Bow License, and headed out to fish. Picked a spot that I haven't fished all year. It requires a parachute to get there and the descent, at this time of year, in felt bottomed waders on dry leaves and acorns is exciting to say the least. Once on the water I shared the stream with an eagle and an osprey, the eagle flew by twice, the osprey dove but came up empty taloned. With all the disdainful looks I get from the eagles watching me fish, it was fun out fishing him today. Saw what looked like a few tricos bouncing up and down along the shore, an occasional caddis, and some tiny spinners that weren't tricos. The fish were looking up and fussy. Got refused a bunch but in a little over two hours I landed six fish, five nice rainbows and one 11 inch brown. Drove back to the fishing c...

  With Jean out walking with her sister, I finished up the things I had to do back home, fed the trout in the pond, packed food and clothes in the car and departed Lafayette so as to be in time to fish this evening.  The drive down showed that Mother Nature has been busy turning summer into fall despite the warmer than usual daytime temperatures. The fallow fields are a bright carpet of yellow as the golden rod's tall stalks dwarf the other plants, the vine that climes the hardwoods along the road, and goes unnoticed all summer, is now bright red, the sumacs have started to turn but have a ways to go, the swamp maples along 81 near Preble are all a brilliant red while most of the wooded hills are just starting to show a muted rust color.  It seems like forever since the last rain. The release from Cannonsville has been stepped up to 800cfs and is drawing more silt into the river, Wallenpaupack has been running most days and still can draw down the reservoir another foot a...