I was hoping for a little break in the steady deluge of chocolate water coming down the river. We’ve had our first two rain showers of the year, I figured some of that may have diluted the viscous thick brown snake coming out of the farm fields. Nope.

I attempted a foray each of the last three days and have little to show for it.

The temperatures have dropped into the low 70’s and it’s pleasant wandering around, but there isn’t much activity. The Trico spinner fall is active each morning, we have some new midge action, but only little fish seem to be eating, and there don’t appear to be many of those either.

The Pikeminnow vanished, smallmouth and bluegill have taken their place. Carp can occasionally be seen when they break the surface, but they are lying inert mostly, the “coffee” water is likely the culprit.

This morning the first gaggles of snow geese flew by noisily, and I stumbled on four deer grazing on undergrowth. The main event was seeing my first bobcat, cats are always wily, and it was stalking the grassy area near the river as I crested a rise behind it.

I managed to interest some bluegill and small bass in Angelina nymphs I had constructed – hungry fish aren’t always the best experiment but the foul water limits my playing field.

I decided to call it early so I could tie some more flies and watch a little football, hastened by two dimwits downstream that decided to unload 50 rounds in quick succession. They couldn’t see me but at the rate they were firing, they weren’t aiming much.

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