A Good Bad Day.

 

People often ask me where I'm going to fish, and I usually tell them I don't know. Sure, I have an idea where I want to fish, but if someone else is already fishing there I go someplace else. For the past two weeks there have been consistent hatches that got fish up on the river system. Some places the hatches started at 1:00pm and some places they started at 3:30pm. I even gave you the times in the reports.

Today, I had occasion to talk with three river friends, and was so confident that the bugs would hatch when and where they had been hatching that I told all three people when and where to fish. I will never do that again. Why? Both the bugs and the fish took the day off. I mean there was nothing happening as far as I could determine, any where. Talked with numerous fishermen and guides that came down the river. No bugs, no risers, and no fish, except for one boat that "caught a couple on streamers in the fog this morning" and one wader that "caught a couple on nymphs". To their credit, two of my advisees left their recommended spots and the last I heard did nothing at their own chosen places, which made me feel a tad bit better.

The good part. Got to share river time with a couple of friends, one old and the other new. Saw a young eagle fly down the river, was able to quit early enough to get the rest of my lawn mowed, learned once again how little I really know about fly-fishing, and lastly, how enjoyable a time you can have sharing the river with fellow fishermen even when the fish and bugs don't show up.    











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