The thing is, the Upper Delaware and its branches are very fickle. The day I rolled into town, olives poured off the water, and I was thinking if I were a competitor in the "One Bug," I'd go dry fly. The next morning the temp dipped to 36 degrees with a nasty wind and snow, which left us no choice but to lash on the sink tips and chuck streamers on a pre-tourney float with good friend and guide Joe Demalderis. Despite the snotty conditions, we caught some big trout and I thought, OK, I'd go with a streamer if I were competeing tomorrow. Next day on my raft, my buddy Jimmy and I tossed streamers all morning and caught zip. Nymphs and tiny dries were the ticket. It seems when those fish are sipping finger food, they could care less about a steak dinner.