For the past four or five years, I have put together extra-long Fatherís Day weekends with plenty of fishing throughout (typically trout in the mornings, bass in the afternoons). This year would be a bit different as we would be staying at our camper in NE Pennsylvania for four straight days. This would also put me that much closer to some really good trout waters.
Friday, June 19th
I was hoping to be on the road early Friday morning, but the wife and kids were really dragging their behinds and we didnít get on the road until 9:00
. By the time we arrived, unpacked, and fed everyone, it was 1:00 PM. Not my favorite time to head out to the streams, but it beat sitting by the pool.
For my Friday afternoon outing, I settled on a couple of small freestone streams that I had never fished before. Being short on time, I parked in the lot and started fishing right away (typically Iíll hike up or downstream quite aways to avoid the more convenient / high pressure fishing areas).
Although the water was low and clear, the fishing was surprisingly decent. Almost every piece of decent water produced action.
After about 50 minutes of fishing the first stream, I decided that I would move on to my second stream. This stream was a bit smaller than the first, but provided more of a canopy over the water.
It didnít take more than a cast or two to bring this young, wild brown trout to hand (probably the only picture you will ever see a wedding ring on me while fishing - I'm too paranoid it will slip off and be lost to a stream bottom).
As I walked upstream, I brought the occasional wild brown trout to hand along with a couple of small, native brook trout. When I approached the below hole, I had a good feeling in my gut that this hole would produce nicely for me.
My first cast was immediately greeted by a decent sized trout that darted out of his hiding spot and nailed my spinner. During the struggle, I noticed that it was a big brookie. Iím thinking to myself that I have my biggest native brookie on the end of my line. The anticipation intensified during the battle until I scooped him up and realized it was just your average stockie. A couple of pictures later and heís back in the water. My excitement then turns back to the water.
Although I predominantly caught stocked brookies on the second stream, the few wild browns that I did catch were quite stunning. The electric spots on the wild browns in this drainage have always impressed me.
The second stream had some nice habitat and was really fun to fish. Although the fishing was not as good as on the first stream, it was good enough to warrant a return trip.
I'll post a write-up and pictures from Saturday and Monday's trout outings over the next couple of days.