the big O

I wrote in my fishing journal today and then thought about the blog that I started.  The past few weeks have been fun and mid terms took the remainder of my time.  I fished the Colorado, SBC, BC twice, and the Williams fork twice.  Today I fished the Cheese and was humbled with the big O.  Today was one of those days when nothing worked.  The patterns were not the problem, what wasn't working was me.  My girlfriend is at a conference for the week and I have no commitments  for 7 days, beginning today.  The day started early with her departure and since I was awake I decided to make the drive to Cheesman.  I have only fished Cheesman and Deckers a handful of times but admire the area.  I arrived early, like 8am, so not summer early.  I hiked until it felt right and spooked the first ten fish I saw.  WTF?  The feeling was there and the bugs were there.  I however had no rhythm.  I just purchased my first rod that I don't need and figured I would fish it.  Its a 4wt but decided I would line it wiht a 5 becasue I don't own a 4 with a drag at the moment and its fast.  Needles to say not the best option but it  worked well under the conditions.  I just couldn't get the fish to bite or move for that matter.  I even went to the extent to bounce more than one fly off of a fish's nose.  Yeah 3 times that I can remember...I watched it hit the fish in the face.  At least at the Taylor they move out of the way.  No idea about that one, maybe I should throw eggs like the rest of the anglers today.  I noticed that a lot of anglers that I walked by had an egg on, and were blind fishing the canyon.  So even though nothing came together for me I managed a few hooks but no nets.  I sit here tonight hoping this isn't a foreshadowing of events to come during the Taylor trip next week.