With the itch of the dry fly not scratched and sparse time over the past several days, I hit a local stream for the last hour of daylight this evening. I thought for sure that with the warm temps there would be bugs about and plenty of them but this just wasn't the case. When I arrived at the stream I debated going with nymphs again but ultimately decided against it. After all, I specifically came out here without dinner, straight from my son's soccer practice, to fish dry flies. A commitment being what it is, I stuck to it. I tied on a Hendrickson because this is the hatch that I keep hearing about to match the season. Soon enough, a fish came to net. It was a hell of a good feeling coaxing a fish to the top. It wasn't large and it was only one, but it rose to the fly. Scratch, scratch, scratch, ahhhhhh. After a couple more misses, it turned off. I reeled up the line and clipped off the fly. I looked to the sky and gave thanks.
Hope to get out again soon. It's already starting to itch again.