We Need A Hurricane, Or At Least A Tropical Depression.
It's time to just say it. I'm having a hard time working up enthusiasm for the fishing conditions at present. Had to make a few calls this morning, mow the lawn this afternoon, but about five this afternoon I had no excuse. Got in the car, drove to the post office only to find it had just closed, put the letter in the blue box where it will sit for the next twenty-four hours. Drove over the WB on 191 where two boats were anchored, pulled into the Shehawken lot, walked out on the ramp, saw a pontoon boat downstream and a guy fishing the run where the creek comes in. Saw a fish rise once just upstream from me, and thought if he rises again, I'll go get the rod, he didn't. Love to fish the BR and decided I would spend the night trying it in three places to assess both the bugs and the fish. The first place had no fishermen, there were a few bugs, (saw a handful of isos, one Cahill, several olives and small swarms of midges along the shore. Was there 45 minutes, hooked an...