We Need A Hurricane, Or At Least A Tropical Depression.

 

It's time to just say it. I'm having a hard time working up enthusiasm for the fishing conditions at present. Had to make a few calls this morning, mow the lawn this afternoon, but about five this afternoon I had no excuse. Got in the car, drove to the post office only to find it had just closed, put the letter in the blue box where it will sit for the next twenty-four hours. Drove over the WB on 191 where two boats were anchored, pulled into the Shehawken lot, walked out on the ramp, saw a pontoon boat downstream and a guy fishing the run where the creek comes in. Saw a fish rise once just upstream from me, and thought if he rises again, I'll go get the rod, he didn't.

Love to fish the BR and decided I would spend the night trying it in three places to assess both the bugs and the fish. The first place had no fishermen, there were a few bugs, (saw a handful of isos, one Cahill, several olives and small swarms of midges along the shore. Was there 45 minutes, hooked and landed two very nice rainbows, (17 and 19), on blind casts, never saw a fish rise. 

Second place had two trailers and two cars parked roadside, walked into the river and downstream all the while looking for rises, saw none. There were two other fishermen there, (I'd hoped they were in the drift boats and had their cars shuttled,). In almost an hour I saw one iso and not a single rise.

Third spot was the Lordville riff back of the Lordville Estate, it was ten of eight, there were bugs in the air, (olives and midges I think), and I saw my first rise of the night, made a cast and was refused by what I think was a juvenile fish. It was quite dark, I could see bugs in the air, but not another rise did I see.

If I'd caught those two rainbows 50 years ago, I'd have gone to the nearest bar and bought everyone a round of drinks. Tonight I probably won't finish my Perfect Manhattan.

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