A Day Not Worth Writing Home About.

 

Had a number of things to do before departure today and decided to take my time and limit my fishing to the evening hours. Have been doing quite well during those last couple of hours of light. The waters have cooled off and are all in good shape to fish.There has been enough flow of cold water on the Delaware from the increased releases at both Pepacton and Cannonsville since earlier this month, that most of the fish should be back in their home pools. The problem with the fishing has been the dearth of bugs. If it's because of damage done by Debby there is little likelihood of improvement. If, however, it's because the water has been too warm, things should be picking up.

Went out tonight at about five-thirty. It was overcast and chilly with little to no wind. Picked a place farther down the BR, (Charlie, BR is the Main Stem a/k/a the Delaware River from junction pool down to Callicoon), than I have fished this fall and it may have been a mistake. 

Stepped into the water and there were tiny spinners everywhere, both in the air and on the water. Perhaps this is what several of you have written about. They are less than half the size of pseudos, (which were also on the water), and a rusty yellow in color. Apparently no one told the fish or they just don't taste good 'cause there were no fish up sipping them.

Fished for two hours, saw a few isos, some hebes, small and medium olives, one Ephron, a few Cahills and some spinners. Not exactly a feast, but more bug activity than I've seen recently. The fish? They seemed not to care. Saw a few rises on the far side of the river, but never got to cast to a rising fish. I had one refusal and was saved from the bench by a nice 18 inch rainbow, whose clean mouth indicated that he'd been hook free for quite a while. Perhaps the fish aren't all back to their home pools yet, or just maybe, in the EB and the BR they are feasting on shad fingerlings as they drop back to the ocean, and can care less about my olives.

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