The Bench Of Redemption Has Put Splinters In Lots of Keisters.
It being the last day of my fishing week, I decided to give it my all, groin pull be damned. Encouraged by all the empty sulfur nymph husks floating by the Hale Eddy Bridge last evening, I wanted to give the sulfurs a chance to redeem themselves. About 1:30 I drove up route 8 to Stilesville and then down river road all the way to the men's club. Saw a few bugs hatching and a fair number of rising fish. Surprisingly it wasn't crowded, YET. The little Stilesville lot still had room for two more cars and there were only three cars at the red barn. The Men's Club lot was filling up and I didn't drive down to barking dog. Found a place between barking dog and the Hale Eddy Bridge, waded in, sure I'd find both bugs and rising fish, (it's just the way we fishermen think). Saw some risers in the tailout of a pool just upstream, but in my chosen spot, in almost two hours, I saw one rise and not enough sulfurs to entice a single Cedar Waxwing to swoop in for a meal. I hoo...