Ten-Mile Creek. Massive flooding last month makes access easy now, but in a month the banks will be a solid mass of that $%^#! multi-flora stuff.
I couldn't stand it anymore. Tossed some gear in the car and went over to Dutchess county, N.Y., to take a whack at Deep Hollow and the Ten-Mile River between Amenia and Dover Plains somewhere.
Didn't even see a trout. Nobody else did either.
Found some deer remains and barked my shin well enough to draw blood through waders, chinos, and long johns.
Summary — lots of stumbling around; lost three flies; rainy and cold (spring is only a theory in Deep Hollow); shins; two cigars; absolutely pointless.
Hooray! Fishing season!