Stepping off the path along the road and onto the greenway trail I picked my way along the stream while looking for a likely place to enter the water. Having gone only a short 100 yards or so I already had my fill of trail-crossing spider webs and skeeters. I needed the water. Water would be my relief, both for the cooling on my legs and the cooling down of my psyche. A few more yards brought me to the edge of a small clearing where the stream s-turned through the corner of a horse pasture. Pausing to watch the water I could see a small ball of midges dancing over the head of the first pool. In a few more moments the much appreciated snout of a rising fish appeared below the dancing flies. Now came the hard part; casting to them.