Crossing over to the other side of the river, I took another bow. These fish looked somewhat worse for wear. They had fin wear, missing scales, and one had a beat up jaw. Still, they fought very well; digging deep, running downstream, and heading towards cover. Both the brookies took midges and the bows preferred egg patterns.
After this last bow, the action slowed greatly. I worked my way downstream through some nice holding water with only one fish landed. Sometimes fall fishing is like this. The action can be either unreal or dead at times. Factors such as the angle of the sun and air temperature have profound effects on the fishing. Still, I didn’t want to stick around any longer since my fingers lost dexterity. Overall, I went five-for-six, and it was a great to finally get out this weekend.