Today, The Fragile Magic Was Gone.

 Frustrated by the trout's behavior during the Hendrickson hatch yesterday, I decided to spend the time more productively today. Jean reported, that it was raining in Lafayette while we were talking this morning. Told her, I had sunshine and 78 degrees. Knew the rain was coming so as soon as the sun got the grass reasonably dry, I fired up the mower. Managed to finish the job, put the mower away and get in the house before the first drops of rain hit. 

My neighbor RJ is having a new roof put on his house. They got the old roof off and some of the support beams up yesterday. Today they finished the support beams, and got the plywood and what use to be called tar paper on before the rain. When I got back tonight I could see the bundles of shingles on the top of the roof. If you ever need a new roof these are the guys to call. They just never stopped working.

Left the fishing camp at 3:30 to pick up a couple items at the grocery store. Noticed on the way to the car that the air was chillier than this morning and went back for a second shirt. With the cooler temp and cloudy skies I drove over to the BK hoping to find Gray Foxes and Invaria hatching. Sat in the car streamside for 15 minutes without seeing a bug hatch or a fish rise and headed back to the WB in anticipation of fishing another caddis spinner fall. 

The fishing - Be in the right place just one time, and you swell up like a hot air balloon, sure you're both the smartest and best fisherman on the planet. Rest assured, you are neither, I know from a lifetime of experiences. Fished four places, the first of which had a modest number of bugs, both mayfly duns and caddis spinners, caught three rainbows, (10, 10, and 13), then left, (like Scuffy the Tugboat, I was meant for bigger things). Second place had nary a bug or a rising fish. Third place had a very few bugs  and even fewer rising fish, (hooked two and landed one 16 inch brown). The fourth place, clearly an act of pure desperation, had neither bugs nor rising fish.

Fishing success depends, to a great deal, on the anglers skills, the guide or anglers knowledge of the river being fished, and the way Mother Nature deals the cards. Today my best move would have been to fold.

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