A mixed bag on the Esopus Creek last weekend. The water above Phoenicia up to the Portal was a little on the murky side, which was fine for creeping around and tempting trout with short casts. This routine does play merry hell with my back; creeping in fast-moving and deceptively deep water isn't easy.
Down in Boiceville I hiked a bit, hoping to have the long stretch between the old railroad station and the Five Arches bridge to myself. I am always surprised more guys don't fish in there.
Well, this particular Sunday twilight I outsmarted myself.
I also watched as a couple of Youths constructed these fine rock sculptures. I see them everywhere. To judge from the cries of merriment issuing from the Youths, I believe marijuana plays an important role in the creation of this type of art.
Soft-hackle wets were the way to go all weekend, which was hot, sticky, and unpredictable, with rain one moment and brutal sun the next.