All I Have To Do Is Dream, Dream, Dream - - -

 In case you've forgotten, last Friday it was so crowded that I couldn't find a place to fish. Yesterday, like Little Miss Muffet, I sat on a tuffet, (thankfully no curds and whey were served), for two hours without seeing a trout I could cast to.  

Today I decided to join the in crowd and go where the action was. Left the fishing camp in timely fashion at 1:00 and drove up to the Troutfitter in Deposit where David said its been really good and that two of the Associate Editors were already up river fishing. Called Dennis who, in a blatant attempt to keep me out of "his" water told me, "There's no one fishing from the Men's Club all the way up to the town bridge." He lied, counted eleven wade fishermen and three boats in the water and the 12th wader was walking down the bank and into the run I had hoped to fish. (Dennis, if you are wondering, even prednisone won't stop a poison oak hex). 

From there things took a turn for the better, if I gambled you might say I won the lottery. Found one of the "A" pools unoccupied and waded in. Spent from 2:00 until 4:30 casting at rising fish, lost five rainbows and it didn't bother me a bit. At 5:00 I was watching the Associate Editors who were still busy casting at fish. When they finished fishing, we had a corporate meeting so everyone could write off the day's expenses.

With the temp bottoming out in the low forties last night, I was given the chance to once again visit a freestone for the evening fishing and I took the opportunity. At 6:30 I stood on the bank looking for rises, saw to maybes and then a for sure. That was enough for me to put the waders back on and get in the water, which turned out to be my second lottery win of the day. It started slow but I cast at rising fish for another two and a half hours, lost four more fish and still ended up with my best day in two years. Biggest fish was a nineteen inch brown, smallest was a fourteen inch rainbow. 

Getting to fish two " A" pools on the Delaware River system for five hours, by yourself, with large fish rising the entire time is what dreams are made of, hopefully when I wake up it will be Wednesday morning.  

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