Sometimes Being Alone In The Pool, Means You're In The Wrong Place
It was an interesting day. There were no drift boats or wade fishermen above Balls Eddy except for those addicted to the river between Cold Springs Brook and Butler Brook, (AKA the Red Barn area). Stepped into the river above Hale Eddy about 3:00 and was surprised to find bugs and rising fish. Had a place to myself with caddis, Invaria and even a few Hendricksons hatching and rising fish to throw at. There weren't a lot of any of the bugs but the fish were hungry and were more than willing to come up and pass judgement on what you were throwing. Got half a dozen fish to the net with a non counter, a 13 inch brown and four rainbows all between 17 and 18 inches. Surprised the buttons on my shirt didn't pop off I was so full of my self. And then - At six- thirty, in the bright 84 degree sun, I descended a steep rocky trail into the BE a short ways below Jaws, which is much farther upstream than I was last night. Was hoping to catch up with the Green Drake upstream march, find egg...