I Feel Lucky.

 

It was hard to get enthused about anything today, two doctors appointments, a sweltering hot day with temps well into the nineties, and on the road too late to fish the Dorotheas. Bought a new dehumidifier for the basement at the Lordville Estate and lugged it down the cellar stairs thankfully without incident. Tomorrow I'll hopefully get the old one up the stairs, into the car, and off to the transfer station.

Had an idea for a sulfur emerger that I wanted to try, so I sat down at the tying bench and tied half a dozen. As is often the case when I try to put a new idea on a hook, it still needs lots of work. Walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see it was almost seven o'clock. Needed gas, but in my haste, left my wallet on the dresser. Looked at how many miles I could drive before running out, (was just coming into Hancock), and decided to fish the lower section of the WB.

 Lets just say that I was less than enthusiastic about my chances of catching any fish. Got into the water and down the river came a drift boat, they rowed behind me and we all acknowledged that it was a tough day. You don't ask a guide how'd you do, it's better to ask if they'd seen any risers or if there were any bugs. There answer was one bug. I said it was one more than I had seen. By eight o'clock dark clouds were heading my way. It spit a little rain, the wind started to blow, and I started heading back upstream for the car having seen nary a bug hatch or a fish rise. 

The fishing - It was at least 8:30, when the wind just quit, the water went flat and the nearly full moon came out from behind the clouds. I saw a fish rise, and then another, and for a good half hour I was either casting at a fish, playing one, taking the hook out, or getting my fly cleaned off and ready to cast again. Hooked seven, landed five, and was back in the car at 9:15.

Drove back to Lordville with the moon shining in front of me in a clear sky while the wipers cleaned bugs off the windshield in the rain.