So... with a new pair of waders and a starter set of flies, all I needed was a change in river conditions to kick start the fall migration. On my last visit to the river several weeks ago I found crystal clear, shallow waters that were in desperate need of rain and the occasional sprinklings we've had since then would have had little effect upon the flow...until Thursday. In a 24hr period the skies opened up in Biblical fashion, dropping close to 2" of rain.
I awoke early Saturday morning in anticipation of chasing hook jawed river monsters up and down the small stream that literally runs through my backyard. After a short bike ride I found myself looking out over a muddy torrent that put a damper on my expectations for the day.
I returned home just before 11am just in time to receive a call from Tackle Shop. He was coming over to drop off something and was itching to get out fishing...so within the hour I found myself northbound on the highway to Barrie. This weekend is the Barrie Perch festival with several tagged fish worth thousands in prizes, so ...needles to say the waterfront was a circus that I had little inclination to join. After sitting in the van for over a half hour people watching, I found I couldn't contain myself any longer and joined in on the fun. The only problem was that for every one small perch, I caught three round gobies!
So...once again I find myself waiting for the fall run to happen. With the water levels as they are I imagine there'll be fish in my neck of the woods as I write this. Maybe a mid week excursion after work is in order. I dunno...I'll have to play it by ear and keep watching the skies.