With A Big Hill Blocking The Western Sky I Was In the Car By 8:12.

 

Spent the early morning hours watching the deer in the back yard. The winter coat is poking through the summer hair on two more does. The twin fawns are now tackling small apples. It takes contortions of their entire body to get the apple in pieces.

Have previously mentioned that I sometimes turn on the flood lights that light up the back yard to see what's hatching. It helped me this year as I had golden drakes tied up and ready when the hatch got up into the colder water. My GHOF could no doubt explain it better, but sometimes the lights are surrounded by thousands of bugs that seem to be carrying a ribbon of light behind them, it's mesmerizing to sit and watch them. If you sat out on the porch any night in the past two weeks you would have seen - nothing, (just went over to the window and looked and there were no more than a dozen bugs slowly circling the light. Which is a long and torturous way of saying that there are no risers on the BR because there are few if any bugs hatching.

The fishing - Went out midafternoon and fished a spot on the BR that I know has fish. Stayed for about an hour, covered the water with casts, saw a few olives on the water, no birds, and no rises to either my fly or the real thing.

This evening solely for the amusement  of the people who reside in downtown Lordville, I made not one but two trips to town for gas. Reached for my wallet to comply with the pump's request to tap my card, and found that it was just too far away to be reached. Drove back to Lordville, inserted the wallet in the back left hand pocket of my jeans, and tried again. Worked perfectly, and with a full tank of gas I drove to the UEB and fished a nice little run where the fish haven't seen my flies since before covid. How'd I do? Not very well, 3 fish landed totaling 28 inches. The only good thing was the "big one" was 12 inches long and kept me off the bench. 

The outlook - God willing, I'll still be here fishing. There are lots of big fish, but not nearly as many small fish as I would like to see. You almost have to expect that the fall hatches will be like the spring and summer ones, meh, but you never know. If I hadn't been both below and above Dennis, (not at the same time), yesterday I would have asked him what he was smoking, but I saw the hatch he was blathering on about, and I also saw a pool not 200 yards upstream from where he was fishing that had NO BUGS and NO RISING FISH. As A-119 sometimes says, go figure. 

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