Having the river to myself, I decided to start ar the stairs and work my way downstream.
I started fishing and moving slowly. After a few drifts, I didn't have a hit. Where were the fish? I relaxed and kepted up the methodical casting and retrieving. Time slipped away. I noticed a boy fishing with his grandfather and dad. They were fishing the north side of the river. I remember getting Molly or Ryan to go fishing with me when they were younger. Happy memories.
Finally a hit! I felt a throbbing fish on the end of my line. I know... a fisherman is a jerk waiting for a jerk on the end of his line. But this jerk was real. I brought in a nice 12" brown trout. It wasn't huge but now I wasn't skunked.
I worked my way down the river and waded out to the sandbar across from the boat launch. Actually I almost waded across the river but decided to be 'very careful' and not wade too far. Afterall, I was by myself.