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The game was closer than the score.

Posted on August 24 2016

At the end of the day I had landed but one fish.

Decided not to fish tricos this am. Will probably try yet another place tomorrow. Reports from Deposit were consistent. Fewer and fewer sulfurs, some olives with an iso thrown in. Boats were anchored on the best spots. What risers there were, were looking at everything with their bifocals on. If the fishing was good DRC wouldn't have to go to their archives for "fish of the day" pics. It's not their fault, it's just the way it is right now.

Tonight I left camp at 6:10 and headed up the WB in hopes of finding bugs and rising fish in the cold water. I did! When I got in the water (above Hale Eddy) there was "smut" on the water, tiny little creatures that could not possibly be tied on a hook. The biggest flies I saw were spinners about one quarter the size of anything in my spinner box. In the slow water pool where I was there were a few fish sipping on'em. Hooked two of them and lost both. The second fish was a good one and hit the net just as he came unstuck.

When the blue air around me cleared I was able to see a few of the size twenty sulfurs starting to hatch. So were the fish. Actually I'm not sure they were as I didn't see a nose above the surface. They fed on the nymphs while I changed flies trying to at least get their attention. Jim Cerio, former guide and ace real estate broker in Hancock once said "When they are doing that I know I don't have the answer and so I tie on the biggest fly in my box and hope one is hungry. After being ignored by several fish I tied on a steno and hooked and landed my "fish of the day" a 16 inch brown. When spinners started hitting the water, noses started to appear. I put on a sulfur spinner and lost three more nice fish in the last 15 minutes of light. Sometimes it's just not your day.

On the way home, as I was slowing down to turn off 17 into Hancock, what else but a skunk ambled out into the road in front of me. With no time to brake I swerved as much as I dared and missed it. In downtown Hancock, at the exact same spot where the bear crossed last week, a coyote scurried across the road with it's tail between it's legs.

Fish won again today. If the best I can do is go one for six, I'm going to be sent back down to the minors. I'll try to do better tomorrow.


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