We glanced out the window over the Salmon River, at 75 mph you don’t get to much gratification. It is no easy task to turn a blind eye at the monsters that are lurking in there during the last week of September. Kranes and I had a different itinerary. The short lived mayfly hatches on our favorite Catskill streams left us both yearning for large, hungry trout, sipping duns off the surface. There was one last chance to satisfy this craving. The West Branch of the Ausable River was calling. It had to be done. When we arrived the flat was quiet, not much activity at all. Against my better judgment or ego perhaps, I did break down and tie on a streamer, then did the walk of shame up to the pocket water. I was starting to get a little jaded, inmy mind I could fish streamers on the salmon. It wasn’t long before kranes walked up on me and said “I’ve got a good feeling” which is refreshing when you are just going through the motions. “Just spotted a nice fish picking off duns in the flat, it’s going to happen”.Not long after that comment, maybe 40 minutes and the section of water we set up on was erupting with tiny blue wings, tricos and gluttonous trout. The nights were cold in the mountains and the trout could sense it. They were in a feeding frenzy, boils on the surface as far as I could see. This lasted all day and straight into the night. It was just us, the brown trout and the Adirondack foliage, a far cry from the masses of anglers lining the banks of the river we passed on our way up to the North country I was hoping for a few nice fish on the dry. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that the fishing was going to be so spectacular. Countless fish slid into the nets over the next two days, each one more gratifying than the next. That will be a good tape to have upstairs for the long cold Great Lakes winter that will be bearing down shortly.