Fishing that was worth waiting for!

With the temperature at 41 degrees on the back porch this morning, I threw a couple logs on the fire and worked on the crosswords. The forest fires up in Canada may trigger the next ice age (you heard it here first). The smoke from the fires has taken the heat from the sun except from noon until two when the sun is penetrating the thinnest layer of smoke. Temp never got above 54 until then, rocketed up to 64, and then slowly sank back down into the 50's. 

Got tired of trying to back fill actresses and French words and went for a drive. With the car thermometer never budging off 54, I drove up rte. 30 for the first time in over a month. Saw very few fishermen, no risers, four eagles, and my first fawns of the year. Nap time couldn't come soon enough. Called my GHOF who was dutifully up, out, and fishing to rising fish. Returned to the fishing camp and found myself more than willing to close my eyes for a bit (quite a bit actually). When I came to it was almost 5:00!

The fishing - This is a test. If it's overcast (smokey) and cold, what happens on the river? THE OLIVES HATCH !!! And did they ever.  Guess who forgotaboutit? A-119. With no enthusiasm whatsoever I waded into the Lordville riff and lo, there was wind, olives, and rising fish everywhere, there was also another angler who waded out from the other side while I was gearing up. When I got in the water he had a fish on. For the next two hours we both had fish on (he did go back to the car and get his dry fly rod). When it happens there are fish every where. You can pat yourself on the back for being in the right place at the right time but really - it's mostly bullshit luck.