Old Friends, They Mean Much More To Me Than The New Friends Do - - - -
Today was the last day of Mark's trip. We left camp at about 1:00 with the hope of finding bugs somewhere above Hale Eddy. We did not. Stopped at numerous places where we looked for both bugs and rising trout, nada. It is strange to see, what is the most heavily fished water in the entire river system from June through August, devoid of bugs, rising fish, drift boats and anglers. The Hendricksons are slowly making their way up the river and should be in Deposit soon. At about 2:30 we got serious about fishing and headed downstream to the middle section of the WB. It was warm, (74 on the car dash), the smokestack at the Deposit on ramp could not get the smoke more than a foot above the top of the smoke stack before the wind cut it off, the number of boats was about the same as yesterday, cars parked at the gamelands was down a bit from yesterday. We made the decision to go to a place where the boats probably wouldn't get to us during the hatch, and they didn't. Access to th...