It was Sunday evening on the river. I was fishing the deeper water near the bridge for the second time. Earlier, I had explored its rocks and channels close up; now I was probing them with the weighted fly as thoroughly as I could.
After that first pass through the run I had ranged up the river farther than my first trip here. I found some more good looking water, but no fish. If I was going to find any fish at all this day, it would be here in the bridge run.
A man came to the bridge. He looked like a young farmer, maybe taking a walk, or crossing the covered bridge to check out his fields on the other side. He saw me and stopped.
"Doing any good?" he called.
"Nope," I had to admit.
"Enjoying the weather, though?"
"For sure."
He wished me luck and started across the bridge, his footsteps echoing off the old planks. I went back to enjoying the weather and everything else that goes with fishing through a golden Autumn evening on a quiet country river.
Really nice blog. This is my first visit here and wanted to say hello........... Interested in the fly pattern showed among all the nice pictures.
ReplyDeleteI have added your link to my Blogroll. Maybe we can share some readers.
www.flyfishintimes.com