On Your Mark, Get Set, - - - - -

Waited for the T-Boomers to pass through this morning and, when they did, went fishing. Needn't have rushed. Went east again, found a sellout crowd fishing the Willow, and numerous anglers willing to tackle the BK at 800 cfs. In what was midday sun, I never saw a bug or a rise on the Willow, (yesterday there were March Browns). Fished three pools on the BK without seeing more than a dozen March Browns and not a single rise to something other than my fly. Three fish did come to my fly, two ate and one refused a March Brown with the tail wrapped under the bend in the hook. 

At 4:30 I was at the Troutfitter whining about the lack of bugs and rising fish, and ordering what I think are neat looking cocktail and pilsner, (Jean drinks beer), glasses with trout etched on their side. Dave told me that if I was looking for sympathy, I could find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. He also said that  Matt, (the guide), floated the river the day before and "killed it" with twelve fish to the boat several of which were "allegedly" huge. (He says things like that to make me feel old and inept).

Didn't leave the Troutfitter until about 5:10, (just to get back at the owner for his hurtful remarks). Drove down the WB, (without seeing a single rise), to a place where I could fish at today's water level. Mercifully, the sun went behind the clouds, some bugs hatched, some spinners fell, and some fished started to rise, (carefully). Got far more refusals than hookups, but was able to hook and land twice as many fish as I did in the first fifteen days of the month put together. It's a start.