My daughter saw a picture of her brother holding a brook trout
and stated "I need". I asked if she wanted to go fishing, she
headed for the door. When we arrived at the delayed harvest stream, she
grabbed her rod and headed for the water. While she played her imaginary
fish I strung up my rod. Soon she was having a big time tossing rocks.
The trout were sipping something small off the surface and I failed to
get them to take my artificials. I moved upstream a little and hooked
a nice rainbow. I gave the rod to my daughter, she held on bravely with
both hands. The rod bent and it was all she could do to keep the rod tip
up. The fish tired and was netted. As we released the fish she waved bye-bye.
Between more rock tossing we caught several brook trout before heading
November 18 .
Jim called and asked what was up, a clear invitation to go fishing!
Say no more, but I do have to be home by six. So we headed north for some
urban delayed harvest fishing. Now I wasn't totally prepared, yes there
are three pair of wading boots, two rods and reels, five fly boxes, vest,
net and even a wading staff in my van, but my fishing Hat was hanging
up at home. I always wear the same hat when I catch fish. Even with this
disadvantage I decided to go fishing. We both started out with my son's
green woolly buggers and right off the bat I saw the silver side of a
good sized trout. I missed several fish before finally landing a small
rainbow. Jim reported four trout, the first he had ever caught on a woolly
bugger, with one fat rainbow 14" long. I had a few more hits and
landed another fish, Jim caught four more. I'll blame my lack of great
success on not having my hat and having not had much sleep as I had stayed
up most of the night waiting for the much heralded Leonid Meteor Shower,
which was a bust. You should have seen them last year. Anyway 2 trout
better than 0 trout..
November 12 .
Today I took my 2 year old daughter on a catching trip to the same
delayed harvest water that I fished yesterday. We started out by tossing
rocks and skipping stones. While she was entertaining herself I hooked
several trout, each time letting her hold the rod and attempt to reel
them in. Next I put her in a backpack and we waded up the stream catching
dozens of brightly colored brook trout. We caught all of them on a green
woolly bugger. She jumped up and down each time we hooked one and said
good bye as we released them. Then we had lunch by the stone tossing pool.
After lunch I tied on a parachute adams and hooked three fish while my
daughter tossed rocks. When I yelled "fish on" she replied "I
need" as she reached for the rod. She helped reel them in. We finished
our day a the park by hiking up to a waterfall.
November 11 .
I went on a catching trip to a delayed harvest stream. The front
pushed through and as the sky cleared the temperature climbed. I rode
with the top down on the Miata. The water was cold and there weren't too
many bugs coming off it so I started fishing downstream with a large green
Mr. Ugly. It wasn't long before I had a 14 inch brookie on the line. After
catching around a dozen brook trout and a brown or two and several rainbow
I turned around and fished back upstream with a dry fly. I took a few
on a Secret Weapon, and several on a Parachute Adams. The weren't hitting
the dries too well so I went back to a green Woolly Bugger and landed
a couple of dozen brookies along with several brown and rainbow. All were
in the 12-16 inch size range. Not a bad day catching!
|The high pressure sitting on the east provided us with
a magnificent day to explore South Mountains State Park. Plenty of
others had the same idea and the parking lot was getting full. The
kids ran down to the river and tossed rocks, we spotted a number of
hatchery browns and rainbows in the pools. I made a few cast, not
expecting much, into the low clear water. We got ready for our hike
to the falls and as we departed my wife called out "Oh, there
is a snake... and he's not moving away". It was only a garter
snake and he was just trying to cross the path to get into the woods.
We hiked up to the High Shoal Falls, stopping along the way to fish,
climb boulders and toss rocks. With my entourage following close behind
I did manage to hook a couple of small fish. We hiked the 2.5 mile
loop trail and ended back where we started, throwing rocks and scaring
|Having warped up my meeting by 11:00 I headed to the
Bushkill in Easton PA. I was looking for the Catch & Release section,
but before I found it I stopped to look at the water by an old mill.
I inquired of a young man about the fishing and he said, "No
need to go anywhere else, there are plenty of fish in the pools above
and below the bridge. That's way I chose to live here." We exchanged
some fly patterns and then he showed me a picture of a 24" 4.5
lbs trout that he had caught this past spring. It was "just a
stocker", he declared. I didn't have time for more banter, my
sights were on the fish, so I headed a little ways downstream. There
was a decent hatch, and an #16 Adams looked like a good match. Several
trout were sipping some unseen insect, but they didn't refuse my Adams.
In the hour and a half I had to fish I caught four 10 to 13 inch healthy
streambred butternut browns and several more that were smaller. As
I approached the pools that the resident fisherman had pointed out
to me, he came down to the creek to ask how I was doing, I told him
I had a 14 incher on the line in front of the bridge, he replied,
"There's a 15 incher in that pool." He watched me work the
water to see if I could get a fish to rise. Without any success I
turned to him and asked if he had names for the trout. His reply was
muffled by the tumbling water,but I got the impression that he did.
If I'm ever back in the area I'll be sure to explore more of this
Forgot to take the camera while I was fishing, so no fish pictures.
|Prior to my business trip to Atlantic City I surfed
the web for fly fishing info in PA/NJ. I contacted a number of people
and based on a dozen or so emails the consensus was to fish Valley
Creek in Valley Forge. This stream, through the efforts of the Valley
Creek TU Chapter has made a tremendous comeback and now host a good
population of wild brown trout. The stream meanders through the Historic
site and is shadowed by route 252. I pulled off on the side of the
road and scouted out the water. Unfortunately PA streams have suffered
from a drought this summer and the water was very low and extremely
clear. I noticed a deep run and fished this section with a green woolly
bugger. Now the folks at the fly shop didn't think that would be a
good idea given the existing conditions, but in short order I had
caught two 12 inch brown trout. That was the highlight of the afternoon,
as things slowed down and I only landed two more fish in the next
hour and a half. BWO's were coming off the water, but I didn't notice
any rises. It's in a picturesque stetting meandering though pasture
and woods. I wish I could tell you about the large brown that I took
from under this bridge, I did catch one but it was only 7 inches long.
I'll have to come back again when there is more water flowing.
Got to remember to take a picture of the first fish, it might
be the best one!
Delayed harvest fishing has started and I went up to Stone Mountain to see
where my trout fees are going. The Roaring River was just too crowded for
me so I headed up Stone Mountain Creek and was amazed to see dozens of trout
in virtually all of the pools. Those boys at the hatchery did a real good
job, these rainbows and browns were healthy full-bodied fish with a lot
of fight in them. One 14 inch rainbow jumped three times clearing the water
by several feet in his finally successful attempts at throwing the hook.
They were just too many and too easy to catch, it sort of takes the sport
out of it. I was able to pull several fish out of each pool. As I was going
after the big 'uns I was chucking weighted woolly buggers and a big green
Mr. Ugly. I really prefer the solitude and challenge that accompany wild
trout. These easy to catch fish will be caught over and over during the
fall and winter, those who survive the handling will be caught again in
the spring before finally becoming someone's meal in June at the end of
the delayed harvest. If PETA has a case against fishing this would be a
good place for them to start. So, I'm only going to fish delayed harvest
with the kids! The best part of the trip was hiking up past two guys who
were working a large pool without much success and catching two fish out
of the pool above them. If you going to have an audience its nice to catch
Let me tell you about the last fish I caught, I was going up a steep cascade,
hitting all of the tiny pools, and then saw a run maybe 10 inches wide and
three feet long, I cast a CDC mayfly and as soon as the fly lighted on the
water I saw the rainbow move off the bottom and take the fly! It was at
least nine inches long and the largest fish I caught all day. I was fishing
a tiny headwater creek and was almost up to the Blue Ridge Parkway when
I reached my time limit and started my hour and a half hike back out. Even
though the creek was so narrow that it could be easily stepped across in
many places as it tumbled down the escarpment it created plunge pools ten
feet wide and three to five feet deep. They contained trout in the six to
ten inch range. I saw far more than I caught as they often ran for cover
at my approach. The slightest movement spooked them. However when I caught
a six incher who tailwalked on a pool about a dozen trout five to eight
inches long came over to see what wash causing all this splashing about.
I almost looked like a feeding frenzy! Len and I caught about a dozen trout
apiece during a delightful morning on the first day of Autumn!
There is a little creek up in the Blue Ridge that is a branch of a more
recognized trout stream that I had not fished before. Well I had fished
a short stretch years ago and hadn't caught anything. I was real close
to a campground and probably had a lot of pressure. Being another warm,
ok it was a hot day, I went wet wading and that sure felt good after
the thirty minute hike in. I started just above the campground where
the stream is narrow, shallow, and tightly covered. I was using my 6.5
ft 2 wt. Orvis One Ounce rod and casting a secret weapon into the shallow
runs. I launched several rainbow fingerlings.
The back light on the stream made it hard to see my tiny fly so I switched
to a larger Renegade and after casting to a likely pocket caught the
first of several dozen rainbows that ran six to eight inches. These
brightly colored natives fought hard, jumping and running as best they
could. Most of my cast were very short with maybe a foot or two of line
past the guide. I finally reached a long, deep pool and dropped a thirty
foot cast into it. No strike with this perfect cast left me a bit puzzled,
another perfect cast, still no strike, and one more long cast with no
hit before moving up closer. I notices a little pocket just off to the
right and dropped the fly into it and wham, another lively rainbow on
the line. The farther I went up this tiny creek the steeper it became
changing from shallow runs and small pools to pocket water mixed with
larger pools and cascades. I had to turn around all too soon, there
was plenty more water to cover, I guess I'll save it for another trip.
deluge that hit the mountains this summer washed out this bridge
that spanned a tiny creek. Water marks show that the water rose
four to five feet!
---- creek rainbow!
I headed up to a catch and release stream for some home stream fishing.
I like going back to familiar streams, where you know every pool, run and
bend of the water. A river that you can fish anytime in your mind. Sometimes
when I'm walking down the street I'll catch myself casting to rising trout
on the stream in my mind. Recent heavy rains had flooded
my stream and everything looked different, rocks had been swept downstream,
new sandbars created and the river flowed through new channels. The once
familiar stream had been transformed into a new stretch of water. The trout
had found new holding spots and my casting, often a tad short, spooked fish
after fish. I managed to catch a few small brown trout and was about to
give up when all of a sudden a large fish smashed my Mr. Ugly (my version
of a Woolly Bugger) and cleared the water with the fly in his jaw. He headed
back under his rock and I had to cross the stream to apply pressure to move
him into open water, he ran upstream trying to flee his home pool. I turned
him back and reeled madly as he ran to the other end of the pool and hid
under another rock. After a few more runs I brought this 20+ inch brown
to net. After carefully reviving him he swam away and hid in his den under
||I took the family up to the Sheepscot
for an afternoon picnic. Christopher and I headed downstream for a
lot of rock tossing and a little fly fishing. With all the splashing
I did manage to catch one 10 inch brown trout, before we had to head
back for Zoe's turn. She was tossing rocks with mom and had no interest
in getting into the backpack. The trout under the bridge were sipping
some tiny emerger
| but my 6x tippet
looked like a rope on the glassy surface. I went up stream and got
several refusals from these picky trout. Finally I hooked a 15 inch
brown with a cdc emerger. The kids were quite excited to see dad catch
this beauty. Zoe grabed the rod and waving it over her head she headed
toward the stream pointing and saying "I need".
|I don't know exactly why I bothered
to take my fly fishing gear on our family vacation to Maine, I have
dreams of spending days fly fishing for Kennebec browns, stripers,
and smallmouth. Well, the Stripers were
not to be found on our coast. I managed to get up to Shawmut
Dam, however I didn't find access to any easy wading. The water
was very warm and all I caught were smallmouth in the eight to ten
inch range. en, so not
Fishing Only the local shop doesn't open till twanting to waste
time waiting for them to open I headed to the Sheepscot River for
some catch and release fishing. I caught a dozen small brown trout
and one brook trout. They came readily to an elk hair caddis.
Where to cast?
My wife was planning to take the kids to church, my church is on the
stream, so I headed out early with plans to be home after lunch. The day
was breaking as I drove out of town and I reached the water by 7:30. In
the deep shadows of the gorge I hoped to catch a large brown. It dismays
me that one cast of a 3 weight line can send trout scurrying for cover.
I never thought that this stream held a lot of trout, somedays I catch more
than others. This was a day of few trout. Stonefly husk littered the rocks
along the banks, but I didn't see any flies in the air, I hoped that as
the day wore on something large enough to see would start hatching. I didn't
see any fish rise or insect life, so I started fishing with my old standby
an elk hair caddis. A trout rose to it in a deep fast run, I tagged him
and sent him down for cover. Later, much later, I caught a couple of eight
inch brown trout and one which was twelve. The sun was now overhead and
I headed back downstream, no paths here, and ran into a couple of college
age fly fishermen whose first time luck was as bleak as mine. I gave them
words of encouragement and pointed out that at least we were fishing very
beautiful water. I headed home to trouble as I noticed Zoe's car seat still
in the back of the van from yesterday's hike in Hanging Rock.
The last cast drifted through the dark pool, the elk hair caddis barely
visible in the fading light. I didn't see the fly disappear, I felt it as
the rod bent and the CFO screamed. The fish made several strong runs as
I jumped boulders to fight and land what would surly be the biggest trout
of the day. My vision could not penetrate the dark waters and the fish did
not show itself, I had no idea how big this trout was or how long into the
night the battle would rage. I finally netted this beautiful 16 inch full
bodied brown, the largest I have ever taken from this pool. My heart was
still pounding as I walked back to my car wearing a satisfied smile. It
always amazes me that it takes just one cast to catch a fish. Most of the
time its that first cast into a run, pool or riffle that entices the trout
I went up the stream in the early evening hoping to catch a few large brown
trout. The stream and woods were tranquil in the early shadows of night.
First I caught a nine incher in a shallow run. Then I approached an undercut
bank with tangled roots reaching into the water. I small eddy promised a
large trout, if only I could cast six inches farther. Yes, the fly landed
in the tea cup of still water and the trout jumped into the air, the fly
pulled tight into the corner of his jaw, a beautiful 14 inch brown! Later,
I cast into the head of a run and a large brown ran down stream, screaming
the reel, bending the rod, taking the line under and around a down tree
and tangle of branches. I just knew I was going to loose this fish. I worked
my way over to the tree and tried to free my line, as the trout continued
to run, then the line went slack and I reeled madly as the fish ran back
up the stream. He made several shorter runs as I freed the line and finally
brought the 15 inch brown to net. As the sun set the woods became alive
with the song of the birds ending their day. The running water grew louder
in the approaching darkness. It was time to return home.
Jim and I headed north for a little wild trout fishing on a catch and
release stream in Virginia. As we set up to fish the first pool we noticed
a stringer leaving no doubt that poachers had raided the stream. I guess
they'll never learn, once something is gone its gone forever. I moved on
upstream, nothing was coming off the water so I started fishing with an
Adams. The sky was overcast and the light made it difficult to spot the
Adams so I switched to and Elk Hair Caddis and soon caught my first brown
trout. It was about nine inches and richly colored. I didn't catch anything
for over an hour, the Elk Hair wasn't doing the trick so I switched to a
Stimulator with a prince nymph dropper, then all of a sudden WHAM, the stimulator
was pulled under and as I raised the rod a 12 inch brown began to jump and
run downstream over rapids, I chased him as he continued to pull line off
the reel, finally I brought him to net in a quiet pool. I released this
fighter and went up to the next run where an even larger brown took the
Stimulator, he came quickly to net after a brief struggle. On the next cast
after releasing the 13 inch full bodied brown I tagged another good sized
trout, then moved up to a deep run which ran under a downed tree. There
was a large limb under water and when the Stimulator stopped I first thought
that I had snagged the branch but as I raised the rod I felt the tension
of yet another large brown trout on the prince. I struggled to keep him
out of the branches, finally he tired and I netted then released him. Three
nice fish in less than twenty minutes! Rain began to fall as I hiked out
to meet Jim for our ride back.
A couple of my favorite fishing spots are the Orvis
Catalog Outlet stores in Roanoke and Salem, Virginia. I needed some new
leaders and a few other items so I took the 2 hr drive up Highway 220. With
free parking on the street till 4, I carefully approached the downtown store
and searched the bins for specials, I picked out a few dozen flies, but
didn't find any 6x 7.5 foot leaders so I took a walk down the block to the
real Orvis store and picked up the what I couldn't find in the discount
location. As the hour was approaching ticket time I headed out to the Salem
location (about 20 minutes), this is a much larger store and carries a lot
of fly fishing equipment from rods and reels, hackle and flies, to waders
and boots. Its inventory also includes men and women's clothing. Everything
in the store is marked down at least 50% with some items like men's pants
at 70%. I picked out a few dozen more flies (from Adams to Zonkers), some
accessories and fly tying materials. A fourth of July special increased
my discount an additional 15%. I had inquired about the Roanoke River and
was happy to hear that it was stocked with trout. I decided to wet a line
on a stretch just outside of Salem. The shaded and undercut far bank looked
like prime holding water for large browns. No insects were coming off the
water so I worked my way across the stream casting a Royal Wulff into likely
pockets. It wasn't long before I got a strike, it was a small red eye perch,
and this was soon followed by an even more discouraging sucker. I worked
the shaded bank, the slow eddies, the undercuts, the root wads, and the
only thing I caught besides discouragement was suckers and red eyes. Finally
a hatch of large Hendricksons came off the water and I studied the water
for signs of rising trout to no avail. I gave up fishing and just watched
the birds swooping down off their perches chasing the mayflies, stalling
in flight to grab a fly, then swooping down to regain control. The sun was
setting behind the Blue Ridge as I stepped from the stream and headed home.
I spent the morning trying to catch a few trout on a mountain stream.
A small hatch of Red Quills were coming off the water, but the fish would
have nothing to do with my imitation. A closer look revealed that they were
taking a #22 midge. Matching the hatch soon proved successful. I caught
eight brown and rainbow trout. While fishing a pool I tagged an overhanging
branch, while retrieving my fly I checked the branch and found a sulfur,
a stimulator, an ant, and an adams. Not bad for a morning fishing. When
I first started fly fishing I use to count the number of flies lost per
fish caught. It was 10:1. Things slowly improved and after the first year
the ratio was better than 1:1. Now its not uncommon to catch fish after
fish with the came fly, maybe a dozen, till it is chewed up and begins to
unravel. I then retire the fly on my hat. Careful inspection of streamside
bushes has filled my fly box with freebies. I now almost always leave the
water with more than I started out with. Also found a nice pair of designer
I took Christopers up to the mountains to to a little fishing. As soon as
we got on the water a drizzle began to fall. We caught a brown and and a
rainbow before the thunder started echoing through the mountains. It might
have been sunny in Winston-Salem, but it was raining on our stream.
We went back to the car for lunch and a break from the weather. The rain
slacked off a bit and we managed to catch a few more before Christopher
complained about getting soaked.
|I headed back up
to Stone Mountain forgetting that it was "Opening Day" on the Roaring
River. As I entered the Park at 9 AM I passed the Wildlife Officers
at a roadblock, there were checking licenses and searching vehicles
for excess fish. The road along the river was a parking lot and the
stream was wall to wall fishermen. They were almost stepping on each
other as they greedily filled up their stringers with trout. As I
drove along I must have seen several hundred fish being taken home
for dinner. I wondered if there would be any trout in the Roaring
River by sunset.
9:30 AM. "Got my limit."
Opening Day Crowd!
Bullhead was full; there was no parking available
near ------ Creek, so I just drove out of the park leaving the carnage
behind. Driving along ---- ------road I thought of my choices, ------
Creek, ----- Creek, or ----- Creek. I decided to hike up ------
Creek into God's country and fish for the wild rainbow that inhabit
this stream and while I saw eight or ten hikers I was the only fisherman
on the stream. A light drizzle started falling on this cool cloudy
day. This was a ninety minute hike and I gained 600 ft. in elevation
Up in God's Country where stream life begins I caught over 100 rainbows.
Looking back down.
Typical ------- Creek Rainbow.
|Most of the fish
were small, but you couldn't tell by the way the fought! Some actually
pulled line from the reel as they struggled to get away. I'd say that
about half were "keepers" while the others fell just short of the
NC 7" minimum. It rained on and off all day and it was really too
dark to take pictures. These shots were mostly taken with the camera
resting on rocks or downed trees. The hand-held shots were taken at
f/3.5 (wide-open on my macro) ½ second with iso 100 film. Sometimes
after pausing to take a picture I almost forgot to fish the pool or
run before moving on. Finally around four thirty the sky lightened
and the sun came out briefly before setting behind the ridge. This
added warmth sparked a BWO hatch and mayflies filled the air. I diverted
up a tributary for five fish before returning to the main creek which
at this point can easily be jumped in many locations. If you enjoy
catching a lot of small feisty fish and don't mind crawling around
on your knees this is a great stream..
Nice 30 foot falls
Got a couple outta here!
I decided to take a hike up ----- Creek to fish for
the speckled jewels that live in the headwaters where life on the stream
begins. I was hoping that the level would be up and the water stained with
all of the recent rain, but it was clear as glass and down low. With weather
threatening I didn't want to get caught in the gorge above the falls in
a downpour. Water levels in this narrow streambed can rise in an instant.
I hiked up three or so miles and started fishing just below the falls. This
water is mixed with brows and rainbows, above the falls it's exclusively
specks. Along the way I pass many good looking pools and watch for "black
lightning" darting for cover as I move along the trail. Even though the
path is 60 or more feet above and to the side of the stream these wary trout
catch my movement and streak ahead to the deeper pools that offer shelter.
Mountain Laurel blooms litter the forest floor like a blanket of snow. I
must have left my cloaking device at home, for as I cast my four weight
with 9ft 6x leader the trout scramble out the way as the fly lights on the
water. A mix of mayflies are hatching and I change flies to "match" them.
As I sneak along the creek I catch and release a couple of dozen of the
beautiful brook trout with iridescent markings and gaudy fins, an unexpected
splash of color from a fish that is almost "invisible" from above. This
is thin water up here, the trout live in the margins of life. Dusk comes
early in the mountains, and I turn around to hike out reaching the car just
before the park closes. The stocked trout in the "Church Pool" are rising
to a prolific mayfly hatch. I'm tempted, but do not spoil my wild trout
day by taking these inferior fish.
Snake along the trail.
There was a light hatch of sulfurs coming off the
water as I climbed down the bank to the ----- River. A few fish were rising
in a slashing manner trying to grab the emergers before they took flight.
The hatch was so slow that I thought that the deep pools of the ----- might
be a good opportunity to try some streamers. Nothing was happening down
under, so after seeing a few more rises I switched to a #18 Sulfur and wham
a nice sized trout slashed at it just as it lighted on the water, but I
missed it. The wind was picking up, blowing straight down the river, collapsing
my leader and putting down the fish. I missed another strike before the
hatch slacked off. I tried some emergers and beadhead with no takers, then
switched again to streamers along the shaded bank where I had a strike from
a small trout. I finally reeled in and headed back to work. Skunked for
the first time in a long long time! Was the bright sky and clear water to
Long hot walk down the tracks
There is often more than fish in the water.
|I was reading Jack Dennis' Western
Trout Fly Tying Manual about an effective streamer for big brown
trout called the Silver Hilton.
So I tied up a couple and they looked pretty good, the only thing
left to do was find some trout to try it on. I almost went to S. Mountains
for another try at that big brown, but the thought of a four-hour
drive persuaded me to head for closer waters. I left so early that
I had to wait a half an hour for the ranger to unlock the gate at
State Park. I was headed up to ---------, the only thing left to do
was decided which section to fish. I chose number seven, my favorite
because it passes through a steep walled gorge and has several pools
that hold large trout. But first a stop at the casting pool. On my
first cast of the Silver Hilton several trout turned their heads and
chased the fly as I stripped it in. After trying several different
retrieves a large brook smashed the fly and put up a valiant fight
first running over the lip of the pool and running downstream. When
I turned him he headed back up into the pool and after a couple of
strong runs I brought him to net. I now was ready to head up to section
|Along the way I
noticed some on the wild flowers that were in bloom, I took some pictures
for later identification. Having just finished reading Trout
Flies and Flowers I was interested to see if I could start matching
wildflower blooms to mayfly hatches. Not that fishing streamers has
a lot to do with mayflies. The low clear waters made my approach a
little difficult, but the Silver Hilton proved successful time after
time and although I didn't land any of the biggest fish in the stream
I did manage to catch trout in several pools that previously had seemed
void of life. There were hatches of that little (14-16) quad wing
yellow fly (how's my latin?), millions of extremely tiny (too small
for me) mayflies and I saw a couple of Stoneflies resting on stream
side vegetation. I saw a few fish taking emergers but my main mission
was to test the effectiveness of my new found fly. The day had started
out with a little rain and was cloudy for the morning, when the sun
came out in the afternoon the streamer lost its appeal to Bullheads
trout and I switched to dries. All in all it was a great day and although
I don't enjoy fishing streamers, I'll be sure to always have a Silver
Hilton or two in my fly box.
I pulled an "Early Morning Sneak" and headed
back to ------ ---- in ----- ----------- State Park for some more of that
delayed harvest fishing. Yeah, I know stocked fish just aren't the same
but the fish were calling me. I had spotted some big fish and wanted another
try at them. The day started cool and overcast, I put in just below the
hole where I spotted a 24+ inch brown trout. Working my way upstream I caught
six or seven 10 - 12 inch brook, rainbow and brown trout. I carefully approached
"the pool" tied on my best woolly bugger and cast. Plunk, strip,
strip, strip, Oh, my God! She came out from behind a rock and chased my
fly. Come on...come on....she turned back to her lair. I tried again and
again she chased it a couple of more times then grew tired of the game.
I tried another fly, I tried a streamer, a stonefly, a hopper, a beetle,
another woolly bugger, a flash-a-bugger. I got the fish to show itself a
couple more times. Anybody out there think they can catch this one? Send
me a message, I'll show you where
she is. Finally I gave up and moved on upstream, catching dozens of brook,
rainbows and a few browns. Around 11 o'clock the sun came out and the fishing
slacked off. I brought a few more brook trout to net before leaving around
Typical 12 inch Rainbow
whole family headed up to Stone Mountain State Park for an afternoon
of fishing. On the way we stopped for lunch at the Stone Mountain
Cafe for lunch. The barbecue chicken was wonderful, we'll be back
again! Anyway on to the park. Bullhead Creek had only two fishermen
on it, so we had a wide variety of sections to choose from. Christopher
and I headed up to section number 6 to try out luck. The recent rain
was still evident in the stained flow, which was up six to eight inches.
After missing a few strikes and a couple of LDRs,
I hooked a large brown who tried desperately to get away. First he
went up stream to the head of the pool, I turned him, and he was coming
to net when he zipped out into the current and headed down stream.
I scrambled to keep up with him as the line zinged out. Finally he
came to net! Christopher helped release him.
Nymphing on the Roaring River
Dad releases a rainbow
deal with mom was to fish for an hour and a half, then it was Zoe'e
turn. But when we got to the car she was fast asleep, so we went back
up for another turn. Christopher calls hours on the stream
"short hours" as compared to "long hours" driving
in the car. We managed to hook one other fish before returning to
find his sister wet wading in the Roaring River. I caught an eight
inch stocker and Zoe was amazed at seeing her first trout come to
net. Zoe got chilled from wading so we dried off and headed home.
A great day on the river with the family.
|Gerry and I had intended to fish ------ Creek
but the all night long rainstorm made us change our plans to a less
volatile stream. ------- ----- a delayed harvest stream in ----- ----------
State Park was our choice. We left Winston while it was still raining.
When we arrived at ----- ------ the weather had cleared a little,
it was foggy and cloudy. I started fishing a deep pool and quickly
hooked a 10 inch brook trout on a beadhead caddis emerger. While landing
him, I noticed a rather large trout holding in the bottom of the pool.
I tried in vain to catch him for the next hour or so. Although the
big one eluded me I did catch a 14 inch rainbow and another 10 inch
brook trout from the same pool. Now it was time to head upstream and
I caught about eight brook trout over the next hour. Thunder boomed
and sounded an early end to our fishing day. Later that evening tornadoes
ripped through Clemmons crossing the interstate which was our route
Rainbow takes a secret weapon!
Christopher (4.5 year old son) and I headed up to
---------- Creek for an afternoon of fishing. After stopping at the - for
lunch we headed up to the park. There was only one car parked in the "Fish
for Fun" lot and I thought that we would get a good stream section.
However a quick glance showed that all eight sections had been signed out.
Just then a park ranger pulled up and asked if I had any questions. Christopher
selected a beadhead tellico that we had tied the night before. I managed
to hook two of the smaller trout that hang out in the pool. After hooking
each fish I handed the rod to my son and let him reel them in. We moved
on up the stream to our section where I carried Christopher across the stream
and deposited him on a sandy "beach" on the stream. While he played
in the sand I fished and each time I hooked a fish I brought the rod back
to him to reel them in. We spent about four hours "working" the
stream and managed to catch a good number of fish. "A pretty good day
fishing", Christopher reported.
|A break in the weather and I headed
up to continue my journey along ------ Creek. The recent rain was
still evident in the high waters of the creek. Fire rings of riverside
campgrounds had been scoured clean and the creek is still six to eight
inches above normal flow. The wading was tough as many steam crossing
are necessary . The fishing was rewarding, I started using a Caddis
Pupa and caught many rainbows. All sorts of flies were hatching, from
tiny tiny sulfurs, to small Hendricksons. I tried the dry fly thing,
although it wasn't easy with the increased flow, and again caught
many rainbow and one good sized brown. That brown came out of a small
eddy beside a huge run, as the fly danced around in the little pocket
the brown rocketed off the bottom and smashed the fly then tore off
line as he hit the current and headed down stream.
| I jumped bounders and finally
brought him to net, a nice 14 incher. I was working my way upstream
to a point where I could gain easy access to the trail leading back
to the car, but finally high water blocked my ability to cross the
stream and the prospect of bushwhacking though a Rhododendron Hell
caused me to turn about and retrace my steps downstream. It wasn't
easy and without a wading staff it would have been nearly impossible.
Although the fishing was fantastic the strong current and cold waters
were a real workout. I hope the next time I visit this stream it is
down to a moderate level. Most of the rainbows were in the six to
eight inches with a few about ten.
|The National Forest belongs to
all of us, when camping it is necessary to pack out YOUR trash!
Take care of our land so that others may enjoy it. Several campsites
along the lower part of the creek have been littered with trash. It
might have been left in one pile but animals have scattered it all
over. PACK IT IN - PACK IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Easter Monday, a high holy day and a great day to do a little fly fishing.
Len and I headed out around 11 o'clock for some afternoon fishing on -------
Creek, I wanted to fish some more of this exciting stream. I walked to the
point where I had stopped the other day and then jumped into the stream.
Wild Iris were in bloom. There was a little hatch of mayflies going on but
I didn't detect any risers, so I started with a beadhead caddis pattern
and was soon into a feisty eight inch rainbow. Many more came to net as
the afternoon wore on I switched to a stimulator and took ten more six to
ten inch rainbow. Most of the fish were just at or under the seven inch
minimum. I also caught one brown trout, what was he doing here with all
the rainbow? We fished till dusk and hit the road for the two hour drive
to Winston. Clear fast water on a steep gradient make this pocket water,
plunge pool laden stream a blast to fish, not to mention a work out as one
has to scramble over boulders to get to the next pool. I will return to
this stream again and again as I have many more miles to explore.
With the threat of foul weather later in the week, I headed up to the State
Park for a morning of fishing on -------- Creek. --------, a small tributary
of the ----- which is designated Wild Trout Water, and requires accurate
and delicate casting to catch the wild browns. The fish are small, like
the creek, but put up a good fight. Lightweight rods make this enjoyable
water. The day started out cloudy but soon the clouds moved on and bright
sun bathed the stream, making my quarry even more nervous. Stealth is key
to success on this pretty little creek.
That little bit of fishing on hatchery water wetted my appetite for some
wild trout. Even with rain and thunder showers in the forecast I headed
into the Pisgah Forest. ------ Creek is a wild steep gradient freestone
stream. It was bigger than expected and Buck's words came to mind as I scrambled
around drops and falls, "Be careful", he warned and with good
reason as this stream is in rugged terrain. I started fishing with a dry
fly and after hooking several small rainbows I switched to a beadhead nymph
and pulled larger fish from the deep runs and pools. For the dry fly fisherman
good line control is a must as braided currents make getting a long drift
difficult. I nine foot rod for short line nymphing would be a good choice
in this stream. I was flinging a lot of lead (actually I use a non toxic
sink putty from Orvis) to get to the
bottom of swift runs and was usually rewarded with a strong tug from a beautifully
marked rainbow. Hard rain around noon shortened by day of fishing this fantastic
Wild Trout Stream. Oh, as I turned to walk out I was greeted by two Wildlife
Officers, not only did they check my license (fishing and drivers, you are
now required to carry both while fishing) but searched my vest to see if
I had kept any undersize fish. When asked about the nature of the search
he explained, "I have to give the same treatment to everybody, there
have been a lot of people keeping undersized fish up here".
After this trip I thought that I needed a wading staff. While fishing the
Pit River last year we used old ski poles and they were great. So after
Ridge Ice Creams I went to the Ski
and Tennis Station and asked if they know anyone who had an old, don't
want anymore ski pole and to my delight they said yes and headed to the
back room and returned with my new free of charge wading staff. Thanks.
After spending two hours in the dentist chair (a new
crown) I decided that since I couldn't open my mouth to talk my afternoon
would be best spent catching fish. I headed up to Stone Mountain State Park
for some delayed harvest fishing. Thinking that the Roaring River would
be too crowded I decided to fish Stone Mountain Creek just up from Bull
Head. Right off the bat I was catching hatchery brook trout on a Secret
Weapon. The fourth fish on the same fly broke off, shame on me for not checking
my knots! Anyway, I tied on an Adams and proceeded to hook the same fish
and managed to recover my Secret Weapon which was still hooked in this feisty
10 inch brook trout. As I passed under the bridge things started to slow
down as this is small water. I managed to spook a few good sized fish before
catching a few rainbows. After climbing up the falls bad casting spooked
a couple of nice sized browns.
||What strange weather we are having this winter. With the mild temperatures
the grass is growing already. Mowing the lawn in March. After
finishing the lawn and tilling the garden I head to Stone Mountain
for some delayed harvest fishing. Easy, fish in the bowl, hit
on just about anything, fight like a dead dog, hatchery fish. But,
it was nice to wet a line a bring a few fish to net. Most were
brook trout in the 8 to 10 inch range. I fished till 7:00 when
the park closed. That will change to eight when the time changes.
I hope to find the time to take a day off and head for some wild trout
stream in the Pisgah Forest.
I downloaded Trophy Rivers Demo (Sierra
On-Line, Inc.) the other night, fished a little, then went out and bought
the real thing. I played, er.. fished for a while caught many trout,
steelhead and salmon. I was itching to go out and catch a real one.
So, I headed back up to the ---. Once again I was greeted by a cold breeze
and cold water. It was almost four when I wet my line. I quickly
caught an 11 inch rainbow on a bead head. I worked the pools and runs with
the bead head, but didn't get another bite for quite a while. Then
I hooked a beautifully marked brook trout, almost eight inches long.
As evening approached a small caddis hatch appeared, I switched to a dark
elk hair and enjoyed casting a dry fly in the twilight. When I could
no longer see the caddis imitation I switched to an Adams Parachute with
a florescent green stem. I fished till it was dark. As I walked
out the white foam captured the remaining light and phosphoresced brightly,
guiding me along the path. A great day fishing, the only thing missing was
the fish. Tonight I might try to catch that 41 pound steelhead that
broke off on the Sol Duc river.
February 19 .
I took my son, Christopher, up to the Roaring River in Stone Mountain
State Park to go fishing. We started off with a few casting lessons
followed by some stone tossing. With all the rocks flying I manager
to hook a small rainbow, Christopher reeled him in. I put him in
the backpack and tried my luck on some very good looking water, but didn't
catch anything. Then it was snack time, followed by rock throwing
and hike up to Widows Fall. Then we looked for nymph under rocks
and crayfish in the pools.
The warm weather predicted for Winston got my hopes up and I set
off for the ---River. While the sun basked the city, the ---
flowed through the shaded valley of the pinnacles. A cold
breeze was blowing off the water and I was glad that I had brought
my fingerless fleece gloves along. After a few cast I hooked
a 10 inch rainbow. With high hopes I continued up the river.
Nothing, nothing, nothing. After about 90 minutes I hooked
an eight inch brown. I continued to fish a bead head nymph
and continued not to catch anything else. Water temperature, very
Catch and Release Fly Fishing Only
Curtis Creek Sneak: crawling
along and sneaking up to a pool for one cast. From the Curtis
Early Morning Sneak: getting
up and out of the house before the wife wakes up.
Launcher: a fish that
flies into the air as you set the hook.
LDR: Long Distance Release.
Keith's Fly Fishing Pages
Blue Ridge Trout
Update November 23, 1998