A year ago this past weekend Clare and Bery joined us for some spring fishing. Conditions were ideal, bugs were hatching, and the fishing was great.
A year later, we had to work for them. Go figure.
Over the previous weekend we had almost 3 inches of rain, along with cooler temps. For most of the week, the streams were unfishable. Fortunately, as the week wore on the water cleared enough, and came down to suitable levels.
But not a lot of bugs.
Given the bigger waters were still a tad high, I figured the mountain streams would provide a better opportunity. So Bery and I lit out for Upper Kettle Creek, which is a Brook Trout stream. I was surprised that even at the upper reaches the flows were high, and the normal fishy lies weren't conducive to a productive outing. We had to search for good water, and only found a couple of spots worth trying.
We found some fish, but not many. Tan Elk Hair Caddis did the trick on a couple of Brookies, but that was about it.
On Saturday we headed out to Sinnemahoning State Park to fish a section of the North Fork that we'd had good luck on the year before. Conditions continued to improve. Temps rose into the 70s, and although the water was a bit deeper than I would have liked, it was fishable.
Unlike last year, only some Caddis and a few March Browns were coming off. Trout were rising sporadically, but didn't seem as cooperative as you'd expect for this time of year. We did manage a couple of fish, one Rainbow and a Tiger Trout.
Most of the day was spent just sitting and watching....
Finished up the day at the Pavilion Hole, which almost never disappoints. Bery tagged a nice Rainbow on a "Fegg" (Felker-tied egg) before dinner.
We still needed to get Clare on the board. So Sunday morning before Clare and Bery departed for home, we ran up to Rainbow Paradise, a pay-to-fish locale. While the purists might wince at such a place, I like going there. It's a great place to learn the basics of fly fishing: casting, setting the hook, and fighting the fish. Clare took advantage of the opportunity, and in the ensuing two hours she got dialed in on hooking and landing fish. Didn't count, but at least 20 trout, including a few fish that went at least 18 inches, came to the net.
That's fishing for you. Sometimes the fish gods smile on you, and some times they make you work for them. But all in all a great weekend in God's Country, with haute cuisine (Bery makes a killer filet), good bourbon and cigars, and great friends.
Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing