I've been living on this street for three and a half years and I hardly ever take that walk.
Seemed like a good night for it.
Just up the hill it's hard to believe it's just a normal Yorkville neighborhood. Maybe a little thicker with trees than the usual. But from the vantage point of the river, it may as well not exist. You can't see or hear it.
Two smallies were caught in the first 100 feet and then not a hit.
I didn't know that was going to happen at the time. Two fish in a hundred feet told me it was going to be a good night of fishing. Instead, it turned out to be a good night to take a stroll down the river. The swallows were out skimming bugs off the surface of the river. Herons were perched along the shore staring into shallower water. A muskie was feeding off in the distance, making it's distinctive S shaped attack pattern on the surface of the river. Carp were jumping clear out of the water and slapping back down on their big sides.
A variety of different bug hatches were occurring leaving dimples on the water like their was a very light rain. A haze was lifting off the surface of the water giving everything off in the distance a blurry muted look. And as I walked into the setting sun it left streak of gold in the shallow riffles.
It definitely turned out to be a good night to take a stroll down the river.
Then there's the dark of the woods that have to be passed through to get home. I still haven't figured out how to capture that.
