Readers Cast  THE LAST HATCH (fiction)  Neil M. Travis - Nov 04,
2013   "Hey, what are you doing?" The voice resounding from my
phone was my old fishing buddy from back east. We traditionally
planned a fishing trip each year, usually during the fall.
Normally we could count on getting some fall spawning browns to
chase our streamers, and we were always hoping to have a few
days of Baetis fishing.  "Well, I was just getting ready to put
my fishing gear away. It's been so hot and dry here that I doubt
there will be any fly fishing until next spring."   "There's got
to be a chance that we can get in at least one day of fall
Baetis fishing."  "I doubt it. The long range weather forecast
calls for a continuation of this dry weather until early next
spring. The streams are too low and warm to fish. I think we
should forget it for this year."  "You're certain that we can't
find a hatch somewhere? It's kinda of important to me."  His
comment about it being 'important to him' struck me as strange,
but I brushed it off