So, I'll keep this short and sweet. Bob and I headed to The West Canada in hopes of catching the white fly hatch. T'was not to be, unfortunately. In fact, it was a beautiful night, water temps in the mid 60's, perfect stretch of water below the yellow gate parking area, and very little action. We were encouraged with three white flies coming off and a decent Isonychia spinner fall. Bob got one ten incher. Me? Nope. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not even a hit once. Stupid fish. Did mention that the wings at the Hotel Moore in Trenton Falls are outstanding?