Unfortunately, I've been rocked by gastroenteritis. Good times, good times.
Not surprisingly, I haven't been around blogs or kept to my posting schedule. However, in the meantime, I thought I'd share with you some images from the West Branch of the Delaware River earlier this weekend.
A guy from work and I went up to the cabin for a little late season fly fishing. Here I am workin' it.
The West Branch is a premier trout water in Pennsylvania. The Cannonsville Reservoir (part of the New York City water system) feeds it via a bottom-release dam, which keeps the water cold even in the oven days of summer.
Since the wild, old brown trout were not rising, I tried a fly of my own invention, which I lovingly call the "Evans Special." Here is one of my early ones which is a bit larger than what I tie now and lacks some green flash in the tail that mimics scales.
Here is one of the granddaddies lurking down there. Beautiful fish.
After I released him, he hung out by my feet for a while.
So long fish friend. Perhaps we'll meet another day.
(Now if my intestines would just calm down. Geesh. The noises they've been making are downright Satanic.)