Outside of May, when the major fly hatches come off, fall is a great time to be fishing in Pennsylvania. Cooler temps, color in the leaves, and trout looking to fatten up before Old Man Winter arrives.
This weekend the WBT hosted Clare and Bery Edmonston, and Capt. DiPaola and his girlfriend Lesley Sneeden, who hails from NC. The week prior had been pretty gloomy. But the forecast for the weekend was for partly cloudy skies, temps in the high 60s to low 70s, and no precip. Streams were a tad low, but still fishable, especially now that the trees weren't pulling as much water out of the ground.
Mary and I began by scouting some new water. We checked out Kinzua Creek, a freestone stream near Bradford, about 50 minutes from the WBT. The stream has an extensive delayed harvest section, which means after Labor Day no fish can be harvested. The other highlight of the stream is the Westline Inn, a pub which sits right at the end of the section.
During a quick stop for an adult beverage, we got intel that both the state and a local club would be stocking the stream that week. The only down side is that, whenever the stocking truck shows up, so do the anglers. So we crossed out fingers that the spots we found wouldn't be too crowded.
Clare and Bery arrived Wednesday night, and we hit Kinzua the next morning. As feared, the first two spots were chock-a-block with fishermen. So we headed down to one more spot that the Trout Whisperer and I looked at a couple of years prior. It was a bit of a drive to get to a secluded parking area, but there was only one vehicle there. So we headed down to what turned out to be the only spot we'd need for the day. And there was only one other angler there, who was happy to share the stretch.
Mary was first in the water, and by the time the rest of us were rigged up, she had 3 Rainbows to the net, all on a Griffiths Gnat.
It didn't take long for the rest of the group to catch up. The trout were eating just about everything we threw at them; Buggers, Feggs, Stimulators, Beetles, and Green Weenies. A perfect place for newbie fly anglers to learn and enjoy the experience.
Bery tagged the fish of the trip; a nice 20 inch Rainbow.
In between helping out, I managed a decent Brownie on a Fegg
Thursday evening Capt. DiPaola and Lesley rolled in. The plan for Friday was to fish Kettle Creek, one of Pennsylvania's iconic trout streams. Again, we couldn't have asked for better weather. There were a few anglers at the bridge stretch when we arrived, but they moved on, and we moved in.
Would have liked to report that we killed it again. But Kettle humbled us. There were plenty of fish around, and a good number of risers. Unfortunately, only a couple of trout, and a Sucker, were brought to the net.
We might have lost the fishing battle, but Bery more than made up for it by cooking tenderloins and NY strips for dinner, which were high-end streakhouse quality.
Since the Navy-Air Force game was Saturday, we made it a DIY fishing day. Our clients hit the west branch pretty hard, but the stockies wouldn't cooperate. Fortunately, there was enough wine, bourbon, and cigars to take the sting out of the lack of catching.
Sunday morning was check out day. While Joe and Lesley hit the road early, Bery braved the first frost of the fall to take one more crack at the Pavilion Hole. Persistence paid off with a holdover 'Bow on an Fegg he and I tied the day before.
It was a great weekend at the WBT. The weather cooperated, the fish were mostly cooperative, the meals served by executive chef Mary Felker were superb, the wine flowed, great time spent with long-time and new friends, and Bery didn't lose his car keys.
Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing