JackM
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I went up on Saturday morning with a poker buddy, Sonny. He has just started fly fishing, but has been chasing steelhead a few years longer than I have using a noodle rod spinning set up. We woke up early and left town at 2:30 AM, arriving at the Elk Creek access near the mouth before sun up. We walked downstream toward the mouth and waited about half an hour in the pre-dawn chill waiting for first light.
Here's a pic of Sonny hooking on another emerald shiner.
As seen in the picture, there were not a lot of anglers in the area we were fishing, a suspicious development to both our minds. I managed to catch a smallish fresh male after about twenty minutes, then we both went fishless for the next hour or two. Feeling chilly, I suggested a walk upstream to warm the toes and try our luck elsewhere. Upstream there were plenty more anglers, but we saw very few fish being caught and did no better ourselves. So, I called Maurice on the cell phone about noon asking him where the fish were. He and his brother-in-law, Mick were standing in a nice pool near Legion Park and he whispered into the phone that there were tons of fish and we should come up and join them. We stopped for a leisurely lunch and arrived an hour or so later to find Maurice dancing in his waders waiting for us to hold his position while he went into the brush for a long anticipated break. Back on the stream he worked his magic getting a sweet spot right over top the, well, sweetspot.
Here's another shot with Mick on the other side.
This hole was good to us, and me in particular, where I managed to catch my 2nd through 4th fish of the day. One of them took me fifty yard downstream where I entertained the crowd with a fancy waltz across the streambed.
Sunday's plan was to fish the tressle hole. I had a class the night before over some Straubs on the art of combat fishing and Sonny and I arrived before Mick and Maurice, joining a pal of Maurice's and about 7 other anglers. By the time they arrived, we had commandeered the hole, as instructed, and the five of us maintained the sweetspot the rest of the day. Sonny had his first and second hookups of the trip, but his knots let him down and he didn't get to land either. I had one short-lived hookup. The others also managed to hook up quite a few and land many, but the Grand Champion of the Day award went to Mick who had his best day of the trip. Here he is muscling in one of the handful he brought to hand.
That will be it for me this year. Catching strong heavy fish is fun, but the three hour drive is too exhausting. I'll bear the rest of the winter with a few occasional trips to the Yough and maybe a longer drive to the LittleJ/Spruce Creek area if we get a warm weekend.
Maurice was snapping shots with his digital camera and if he wants to, I invite him to add his shots to this thread.
Here's a pic of Sonny hooking on another emerald shiner.
As seen in the picture, there were not a lot of anglers in the area we were fishing, a suspicious development to both our minds. I managed to catch a smallish fresh male after about twenty minutes, then we both went fishless for the next hour or two. Feeling chilly, I suggested a walk upstream to warm the toes and try our luck elsewhere. Upstream there were plenty more anglers, but we saw very few fish being caught and did no better ourselves. So, I called Maurice on the cell phone about noon asking him where the fish were. He and his brother-in-law, Mick were standing in a nice pool near Legion Park and he whispered into the phone that there were tons of fish and we should come up and join them. We stopped for a leisurely lunch and arrived an hour or so later to find Maurice dancing in his waders waiting for us to hold his position while he went into the brush for a long anticipated break. Back on the stream he worked his magic getting a sweet spot right over top the, well, sweetspot.
Here's another shot with Mick on the other side.
This hole was good to us, and me in particular, where I managed to catch my 2nd through 4th fish of the day. One of them took me fifty yard downstream where I entertained the crowd with a fancy waltz across the streambed.
Sunday's plan was to fish the tressle hole. I had a class the night before over some Straubs on the art of combat fishing and Sonny and I arrived before Mick and Maurice, joining a pal of Maurice's and about 7 other anglers. By the time they arrived, we had commandeered the hole, as instructed, and the five of us maintained the sweetspot the rest of the day. Sonny had his first and second hookups of the trip, but his knots let him down and he didn't get to land either. I had one short-lived hookup. The others also managed to hook up quite a few and land many, but the Grand Champion of the Day award went to Mick who had his best day of the trip. Here he is muscling in one of the handful he brought to hand.
That will be it for me this year. Catching strong heavy fish is fun, but the three hour drive is too exhausting. I'll bear the rest of the winter with a few occasional trips to the Yough and maybe a longer drive to the LittleJ/Spruce Creek area if we get a warm weekend.
Maurice was snapping shots with his digital camera and if he wants to, I invite him to add his shots to this thread.