The short story of this trout season has been one of extremes. The season started with 100 year floods and now we're experiencing scary low water conditions. I can't really say it's been feast or famine, 'cause we haven't quite had the feast part yet.
But hey - this is fishing, not golf. We don't complain. We fish when we can, and enjoy it regardless.
The past time I got out, the Fish Gods rewarded me with a fine Beaverkill brown trout
which certainly made the unusually cool conditions a bit more bearable.
Unfortunately, after releasing that fella back to the stream, I went to climb a rock and was struck with a sharp pain in my knee. A trip to the ortho brought the bad news - torn cartilage (medial meniscus, to be accurate), which is causing a locked knee.
Tomorrow I go in for a bit or arthroscopy to clear things up. Hopefully I will be back to the Beaverkill soon. Dunno if I will be able to bop around Horse Brook Run like I did last weekend, but that will not be the last fish of the season.
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