Fished the area around the outflow Saturday. Fished all day but no matter what I tried the Skunk followed me. I tried some fairly lively Mealworms drifted and swung with some spltshots. Even pulled out the best fly ever created, the beadhead black wooly bugger and couldn't raise any piscatoral interest. Obviously there were a lot of smater fisherman than me. Saw several fisherman fishing with spinners, bait, flys, none fished more than an hour, some not much more than 15 minutes, then they move on. I spent the whole day fishing that one area and the only fish I saw was one jumping for a bug.
Have to relate the one exciting moment of the day. Saw a doe leap into the river, leap rapidly to the island in the middle of the yough. Seconds later another splash and a large buck with a huge rack lept into the river chasing after the doe. they both ran across the island, with the doe leaping into the water on the other side coninuing across the other side of the river. The buck chasing after her, lept off the island, got tangled in some under brush and tumbled head first into the river. He righted himself and the two deer continued their run across the river, up the bank and out of sight.
Probably something I will remember and be talking about for a long time. How do you explain something like that to a non-outdoors person when explaining why I love to fish.