Why Can't Every Day Be Just This Good - - -
Jean has left me, again. Dropped her off at the airport at 8:30 this morning, picked up a few items at BJ's and headed for Deposit to spar with the fish eating Dorotheas. Arrived in Deposit and borrowed a shelf in the Troutfitter fridge, (who says this job doesn't have perks?), to keep the perishables out of the hot sun while I was fishing. Got in the water with the hope of fishing a place I haven't been able to fish, (boats and/or wade fishermen have been ensconced there), since Hendricksons in the first week of May. Walked down the trail, stepped out into the water and a fishermen appeared below me, in my intended spot, and a second one above me, (far enough to give me room to fish). Waded out and saw a riser on the far bank, (isn't that where all fish are?). The Dorotheas were hatching and several fish were in the soft water along the bank eating the duns. Played with those fish for an hour and a half, got a half dozen refusals, twice my fly was floating within an ...