And The Thunder Rolls - - -

With the radar showing much needed rain coming across the state, with an expected time of arrival in Lordville of 1:00pm, I passed on the tricos in favor of mowing the lawn. Waited for the dew to dry and then had at it. Some parts were brown and brittle while others were a good eight inches long and had to be gone over twice. Finished up a little before noon, and was making lunch before I heard the thunder, (it doesn't make as much noise as it use to). Sat out on the porch and listened to the rain on the roof. Two of the big blobs of green on the radar and one small patch of yellow dumped water on the lawn. A big dark green storm with lots of red and yellow slid by just to the south.

When the worst of the storms had gone by I drove over to the UEB with the thought of perhaps trying the evening fishing there. The thought was quickly scrubbed when I saw the color of the water. Some of the tribs that flow in from the north were high and muddy and with the release at 150 it doesn't take much muddy water to color the river. At a loss for where to fish, I headed back to the WB which was relatively unaffected by the thunderstorms. 

The fishing - Decided to fish a place I haven't fished in at least ten years, (probably more), mostly because I remembered fishing there once when there was a hatch of the tiny little olives that I fished upstream to and caught fish after fish. Arrived streamside at 6:45, (forty-five minutes too early), and sat on a tuft of grass waiting for it to happen and, just like last night, it did. Olives hatched and fish fed, both with increasing vigor. I threw at rising fish for over an hour, got two refusals and hooked and landed a nine inch rainbow. Was I worried, not one bit, tied on one of my freshly tied spinners, (just like the one that got chewed up last night), and waited, until everything just went quiet. The rises stopped, and my flashlight confirmed that there were no spinners on the water, shrugged my shoulders and walked back to the car knowing that I'll have to open the box with the new waders in it, and take the old pair to the transfer station first thing tomorrow, 'cause I know I'll never get the skunk smell out of them.