. . . Some days I just don't have my "stuff." Like a pitcher who gets beat up in the first inning, and second, and the third, only there's no bull pen. I missed and lost fish today in just about every way possible. Some inexplicably, others bound to happen. Breaks, weeds, limbs, timing, bad luck, whatever. The day was a bluebird one, sunny and warm, and no wind (In Wyoming!) No excuses there. There wasn't much of a hatch, but there always seemed to be a fish or two rising. Enough fish to stay busy missing and losing them all day! It wasn't a complete wash though, as it was as comfortable of day as you get in late October in SW Wyoming, I got some dumb little 13-inchers along the way to maintain hope, and had enough quality takes to make a day of it. I guess I was just rusty, I mean, it has been nearly two weeks for God's sake. Need to fish more. Some days . . .
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| Bluebird start |
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| Beaver changed the current on this bend |
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| #20 Harrop Midge got ate a lot for me! |
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| He was ant fishing! |
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| This #16 worked when the midge didn't |
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| The downriver Glory Hole |
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| The obligatory "ambidextrous" shot |
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| Still a couple up as my fly became invisible |
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