And the seeker said unto the masses: "Go forth and angle, for the prodigal fish have returned to thrash upon the rocks, and amidst the water."
And lo, even as he has said it, it has come to pass. For tonight he didst scramble amongst the stones where the great bridge fords the river, and cast his sinking line into the maelstrom, wherein he could see about 1 foot...and the shad didst feast upon his flies.
Thrice did the fish, of 18-19 inches, eat his flies, and thrice more didst they hurl themselves upon his hook in many an odd manner. Missing several hook-sets, the seeker didst heave his curses upon heaven, for it is an abomination to him. And whilst the undesired finned beasts of the mud are also therein, I say to you, do not be afraid, but unhook the fould beast and return him to the water, for the true object of your desire shares space with the beast of the mud; these trials must be endured.
Yea, I say it again, the fish are in the river. Go forth, pilgrims, return to whence thy heart dost skip when the pearlescent and finned beasts of the water savage thy creation of fur and feathers.
The bard hath proclaimed the summoning of yon fishes.
I came thereupon the wayward minstrel this verily day when the sun gathereth for a respite in advance of its set.
I did also wave my stick in eaves of the mighty structure that many wise men call the Bridge of Chain.
But the shadeth did not select the fly upon my angle, though there were occasion that the line upon which it attacheth the fly would drag thereupon the backs of many masses of fishes, fishes that some call of mud or gizzard and the fly would catch upon the back neareth the fin that is most upright and yon fish would rippeth accross the mighty mass of brown water, its power that so humbled this prospector that he near fell in on more than one time. And so the mud fish would come to hand after a strong account of itself and not being of fairly caught put back in the water for a next occasion. But alas that fish that they call of the wood, hickory, did not summon forth on thee line upon this most fair day.
Guys, this is exactly the kind of behavior that gives fly fishermen a reputation for grandiose pomposity. ;D
On a brighter note, I spent a few minutes scoping out Chain Bridge while running errands this morning. Walked a bit over the bridge and saw a couple of teenaged kids who clearly had very little idea what they were doing haul in 5 good sized hicks apiece within the space of 5 minutes. Water looks incrementally clearer, maybe 18", from a couple of days ago.
Stopped in at Fletcher's and picked up my license. They confirmed that they will not be renting boats with flows over 4.7 cfs. Doesn't look like it will cross that threshold until around noon tomorrow at the absolute earliest.
Regardless, I will be pounding the shoreline tomorrow morning bright and early. Give me a shout on my cell (number is in my profile) tomorrow a.m. if you are going to be on the river and want compare notes.