Some precipitation is appreciated

Monday night I was awakend by rumbling thunder in the distance. With eyes now open there was also a bit of a light show. Seems strange now thinking back on how hard I willed the storm to come our way. It eventually did and when the first few drops struck the old tin roof I was very tempted to run outside and share in it. I wimped out when it abrubtly shifted gears and started driving down pretty hard. It was nice while it lasted but over all to soon, maybe 40 minutes tops, hopefully areas upstream recieved more. Daybreaks peek out over the river showed no rise in level.

Clifton was soon there, we went out and hit up the upper run with nothing to show for it.

Afternoon on the upstream pool showed a marked inprovement! The spate had charged things nicely here. Dickey had been taking frequent temp readings and advising me but I made no notes and can't recall accurate. It was quite a significant drop though.

Back over on the south bank John went up into the head to ply the dry tactic, his chief interest with the trip. As a diehard Trout fisherman [we first met on my home waters, the upper Manistee, a decade ago..petite gal places hands on hips "FISHING! How does anyone meet FISHING!"] he couldn't continue to resist the stories I'd told him of fishing the Miramichi.. especially of fish measured in pounds rather than inches willing to take a dry fly. Over the course of the evening he had a couple fish move to the fly. A good one in the extreme upper end on the rock weir had him wound up and wishing for more light and better insect repellant.

When the boat hit the north bank there was very skinny light left. A fish broke the calm surface.. John wordlessly handed me his rod.. second cast brought a taker up.