Since I was still on “vacation”, I thought I would check out a new to me spot on P3. Well, actually I’ve fished it a couple years ago a bit…but not seriously.
Accuweather said 72 degrees at 2 am and partly cloudy…so I didn’t trailer my boat out of Everts…I made sure the gas tank was full, turned on the tunes “I don’t mind the thorns if your the rose” and locked up stream.
Tossed out the anchor on the sand about 9:20…almost started using two rod…but I remembered I wasn’t in the border waters anymore….but the two line rule in MN is another story.
I switch from a bullhead to cut bait after a while and the channels were in the shallow water thick. Nothing of any size…5 pounds or less. Nothing to try and take a one man photo of. It was too much fun catching the channels to put the bullhead back in. Time does fly when there’s a fish on every 5 to 10 minutes. 
While I was putzing in the boat waiting for the rod tip to giggle again, I notice a few “spent spinners” in the water. Fly fishermans talk for dead mayflies. We haven’t had a very large hatch of them this year…and I was wondering how that related to the health of the river…then my mind drifted of into thinking about other worldly problems.
I realized I better head back if I wanted to fish a couple other main channel holes on the way back…I haven’t been to Screech Owl Point since last year.
Out of the “no wake” zone and up on plane…then they hit!
It felt and sounded like hard balls of soft paper smacking me in the face. I thought…no! Then I turned on the spot light…which by the way is not a smart thing to do in the middle of a mayfly hatch. 
It took all of two seconds before I was peppered with a cloud of flys that were attracted to the light.
If mayflies were gold, I would be buying you all a new car today. 
So I’m tucked behind my little…itty bitty, tennie weenie windsheild traveling at about 18 mph following my gps route south. Yeah…I had my tail between my legs. Of all nights to double my on the water travel time I thought.
By the way, mayflies do stick to a persons forehead when the “splat”.
I’m just south of the Tanglewood area…and one hits me on the left side of the face and “sprays” onto my glasses…YUUUCKKKK! I was thinking what I would have done if the FW would have come along. She stayed home to get a few things ready for today. Just another time she came out ahead by not listening to me. 
Well, the “spray” that covered my glasses wasn’t a bug..yup…it started raining….thank you Accuweather. 
It rained for about the next ten miles to the lock. I found myself wishing it was just the mayflies hitting my face as the rain hurt much more than the flies.
I parked the boat around midnight…yeah, I’m getting old and didn’t fish in the rain or the hatch. The fish cleaning house was pretty much covered with a fresh coat of fly’s so I turned off the night lights and called it a night.
The bright side of the rain (besides needing water) was that it washed of (most) of the bug parts from my face.
Can’t wait to get the 
Favorite Sister and Brother in-law out there tonight!
I now know that some time they do know whats best 
