I consider the spring fishing season a great success. It could have been better if I had more fly fishing knowledge as fish would jump and feed around me but some days I couldn't get them interested. That said, thirty trout were landed by the end of June and for me, that is a good effort.
The best time fishing this year was with friend Mike Snyder
|The new fly rod and reel my family gave to me.|
If it was up to me, I would have stayed in that creek all day until dark but we made the best of the time we had. On the first afternoon we made a stop at the Slate Run Tackle Shop to get the scoop on what the trout were biting. The friendly staffers behind the counter told us to stock up on some March Brown dun dry flies. That was the hatch that was starting to show up along the banks of the creek.
So out came the wallet and into my trout pack went about a dozen new flies. I hadn't really fished a dry fly before, mostly preferred using nymphs and some sort of sinking bead head bug. This would be a whole new ball game as I said before that it's my first season fly fishing for trout.
We chose a section of the creek to fish that was a fairly open stretch about 400 yards long. In this beautiful spot were only four other fishermen. A far cry from some of the shoulder to shoulder fishing that takes place around here on opening day. I was ready. The top area where we started had a riffling section over rocks that fell into a deeper pool. The water was still high and I was reluctant to try the dry fly so on went a reliable weighted hare's ear nymph. Within a short time I hooked my first fish and was excited until pulling it out of the water and to my disappointment staring at me was a big old creek chub. So disheartening, but I got a fish.
We saw where a small creek was emptying into the Pine so we headed downstream for a try in that area. The creek bed is covered with large stones and drop-offs and deep pockets just prefect for fishing. We treaded carefully walking slowly not to get in water that was too deep to cross. I stumbled a few times but managed stay upright and not take a cold swim.
For this trip my wife Deb and my kids bought me a new fly rod and reel to celebrate my forty years working at The Mercury. Man was I happy that someone acknowledged my career anniversary at the paper and even happier to be given a gift to relax away from work and enjoy a new hobby. The five weight Scott fly rod and Lamson reel make for better casting so it's easier for me to get the fly in the direction I want.
|Some of the nymphs and flies in one of my bug boxes.|
I was a nervous wreck not wanting another to break off, this one had to brought in. Slowly the fished was worked as it darted back and forth with me giving it line. The fish was netted and looking down it was a big brown trout, beautifully speckled. These browns are bigger hefty fish and it was fun playing but I wasn't wasting time. I used the forceps to take the fly out from the corner of its mouth, looked it over and got the brownie back into the water. The fish swam back into that deep pool to tell the others to stop biting. That ended day one.
On the second day of fishing we again started at the fly shop to buy a couple more flies and some other odds and ends. Mike and I were like a couple of kids in a candy shop. Both of our boots had leaked the day before and I had tried to patch mine on the inside but still had a wet foot after fishing. We got some UV boot sealer goo and spread the stuff over spots that were marked for holes and it worked great, no more leaks. A couple of bucks beat spending a hundred or so on new waders.
We tried fishing downstream which was a picturesque area, but the water was running way to fast. So after some time we headed back to the same spot where we fished the previous day. I was able to land another rainbow and brown trout before we stopped for lunch and a drive around the hilly landscape with our better halves. The fishing turns off a bit during mid day so even though I would have camped there until evening, we relaxed and took in the country side also scouting other sections of the creek that we may fish on another visit.
We decided to have an early dinner out around 5 p.m. with me pleading with the girls for that hour so Mike and I could stay in the water until dusk (really it was more like dark, but don't tell them!) We gobbled down dinner got back to the cabin, grabbed our gear and ran for the car. Within minutes we were getting boots on by 6:30 p.m. I was amazed to watch more patient trout fishermen sitting and waiting, looking into the trees and around the creek for a fly hatch to begin.
|Strick's Pix holds up a beautiful brown trout.|
And with that I made a couple of casts and latched into another rainbow. The hatch was on. The mayflies were fluttering around and if it wasn't for the guys at the shop putting me on the hatch there would be no way I could tell what was in the air. I'm too new and inexperienced to pick out what's flying around me. But with their help the next two hours would be some of the most fun fresh water fishing that I ever had. It was the first time a mayfly hatch occurred while I was in the water.
The fish were rising and I could see where several were making regular appearances in the same spot, so instead of me making blind casts, I'd wait and watch where fish would break water. I'd cast a few feet above and as my March Brown dry fly floated into that spot the fish snatched it. I did this four other times waiting patiently for the fish to show. In that time I caught five fish and missed several others.
I pleaded for the sky to stay bright, I needed more time, not wanting to stop fishing. But it was long past dusk and made my way to the bank. A couple other guys were standing around and said to me laughing, we wondered if you were going to get out of the water. They nodded seeing that I had caught a number of trout. We talked fishing for a while and that made my night and I hated to see it end.
Every fish I've caught this spring was put back into the creeks. It's also been good fishing around the tri-county area. Patience and persistence have paid off. So now it's time to head to fishing school. Next will be a guided day trip to learn more about matching the hatch and fishing the cold water of the Tulpehocken Creek.
I've caught seven more in the last two weeks but it has been tough with the smarter fish refusing what I think looks like a scrumptious meal. I missed one when I didn't set the hook and another trout with it's head out of the water and mouth practically around the fly, spit it out before I could do anything.
I'm looking forward to autumn and the steamy days over with, but I'll will keep fishing over the summer. And possibly make another trip to the Pine.