|touch-me-nots blooming along the river|
As I walked back to car, I met a gentleman who owns a home along to the river. He was watching the run I started in. We had a nice conversation about the river and the logging and mills that used to operate along the river in times past. He had fished the river as a boy with his father, bought a home along the river and raised his family there, fishing the same stretch with his children.
As the day turned to evening, I headed up river to see if I could find any fish taking olives. To my surprise there were very few fish rising. I did mange to fool one brown on a small sulfur comparadun with a snowshoe rabbit wing around dark but that was it.
This morning I decided to get up early see if there would be a trico spinner fall. I was up on the river about 6:30am but there wasn't a lot of activity. I did manage to fool a wild brown on a #22 trico spinner and another wild brown on #20 rusty spinner before calling it quits.