Last day in Livingston 'till fall. Drove below the house to find hardly any parking. Yesterday's run full. Re-entry run full. Even cars parked above the pond in the middle. Now what? The upper water by the fly shop is certainly a zoo, right? Nope! Nobody there! Guess I found home. Had Betty's all to myself. Some came and went, but nobody was in the water around me. Easy wading on the top half, plenty of casting room from the middle of the wide creek, quieter due to the distance from the highway and the high bank. Perfect. Fish rising earlier, from start until early afternoon. I skipped the midge dance and got some early #18 beetle love. Then the same hangers and soft hackles. Light hatch, and it didn't last long past noon, but it was a morning. Got a couple ambidextrous shots for "gunslinger."
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