Try To Remember - - -

If today was still the end of the trout fishing season, as it was many years ago, I could have hung up my waders without shedding a tear. To be sure it's been a difficult and challenging season, I've been skunked a good many times, but today was somehow worse than a skunking. 

My GHOF came down and we decided to join forces and show the trout who was boss. Walked down the tracks from Bouchouxville to Cold Flats at about 10:00 this morning. Hooked a two year old brown on my third blind cast and never rose, or cast at, another fish the rest of the day. My GHOF hooked two fish, landing a brown that was about the same size as mine. In three hours of fishing neither of us saw a fish rise.

Trudged back up to Bouchouxville, drove back to the Lordville Estate and rested up for the evening olives. My GHOF went back to his house on the WB and fished the "home pool" for an hour without seeing a fish rise.

At 5:30pm we drove up to the gamelands, which were deserted. With the flow in excess of 900cfs the water was carrying a lot of silt and it was hard to see bottom in more than a foot of water. The water was covered with both olive spinners and duns by 6:00pm, but the trout never rose. 

Highlight of the evening was an aerial battle that include four adult eagles. The eagles were apparently having a territorial dispute. The birds were up in the sunshine high above the river and put on quite a show. 

Jean and I will be spending the next few days both taking in the fall foliage in the Adirondacks and revisiting some of the places that were an important part of our life many years ago.

 Will try to find time to answer the questions that have been asked since  the last Wind Knots and Tailing Loops page. If you spent time on the river tell us how you did.