Wade and I line up at Mac Flats in the morning with about a dozen drift boats; we head up as the armada heads down. Nowhere near as many bugs on the water as a week ago, and not surprisingly nowhere near as many rising fish. Also, the ones we do find are harder to convince. The big mayflies from a week ago have been replaced with tiny ones. Yet another hot September day; windy in the AM but relatively calm in the PM. We spend the day either hunting heads or tossing streamers (get a bit of action on the streamer), and close out the day by messing with risers on the flats. They give me the fin, but Wade gets a couple at dusk.