Done Too Soon.

 

Trip down this morning was marred by the sight of two dead fawns and a small red fox along the way. Three of mother nature's most beautiful creatures snuffed out by automobiles before thay had a chance to take a deep breath of life on this earth we share.  

Arrived in Deposit a little early for the sulfurs and got a chance to talk to Dave who said that Mondays and Tuesdays have not been as busy the last two weeks and that if I don't lay down on the bed and don't use the Loo, there will probably be a room available for me, at a reasonable price, to watch the USA vs Germany women's soccer reprise.

The fishing - Like most of us fishing during the week, the sulfurs hatch is in gentle decline. Fished below Oquaga  and never put on a sulfur dun. Yes there were sulfurs, but there were so few hatching that the fish never did pay any attention to them. Will try to do a drive by of the water above Oquaga tomorrow prior to the soccer game and  report on what I see. 

Drove down to Lordville, unloaded the car, looked at the severe thunderstorm warnings, and took a nap. At 6:30 I set out, in moderate rain and distant rumblings, for the the lower WB. Decided in advance to fish both close to the car and where there was shelter readily available. Only problem was, there was someone already there. There was space enough for several anglers so I decided, with the thunderstorm warnings, that this was where I would fish. Talked to the other angler, asked where he wanted to fish and went downstream away from his chosen area. There were next to no bugs or risers, but the fish that did rise, (at least some of them), gave my flies a critique. They refused a couple of offerings before agreeing to eat a little olive. Ended up hooking five fish in the morning, landing three, and hooking the same number at night with all five hanging onto my fly 'til they were in the net.

If you have been on the river system during a hatch, anytime this year, you know how many fish there are in the river system. Right now in the Sulfur Zone they are sulfur proof, downriver they will eat a well presented fly, just before dark. If you come, temper your expectations, enjoy the wildlife, and maybe hook into a fish or two. If you do one of them is likely to be a "good one".  

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