jayL
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This report probably won't be of much use to most of you, but here goes.
Left philly at about 6:40 AM in friday. Picked Ian up and got on the road at about 7:15. Turnpike was closed, so we got detoured. We eventually arrived at the entrance to the park around 12:30 or 1. Ian's brother in law was waiting for us, so we packed the truck right away. In a real treat, we got our licenses from a drunken meth addict. The wonders of the Appalachian south never cease to amaze me. After a few beers, we headed down the trail to fish our first stream. Fished nymphs, adams, and a few other bugs pretty hard on the small mountain creeks with no luck. Eventually, the green weenie emerged as the go to fly. Ended up with a few brookies each.
Day 2:
Got a good breakfast and hit one of my more favorite streams by late morning. This day, the green weenie and the HUMPINATOR were king. Many beautiful fish were brought to hand that day. As we hiked out, it got cold and rainy. We decided to make a makeshift tarp station at the truck so we could grill burgers and have a cold one. It got downright frigid, but we soldiered ahead through it.
As we got to the bottom of the mountain, we were still hungry, so we decided to hit a steakhouse. For some reason there was a benihana hibachi place in the middle of podunk, virginia. We got a show that included old favorites such as the onion volcano. As we ate and drank sopporos, a barbershop quartet sang to us. No lie.
After the drunk waitress gave up on convincing us to go to west virginia to play slots, we went back to our room to tie flies. This is when the parachute green weenie was born. I decided I needed a secret fly, so I'll not share any pictures or recipes. 😛. Just picture a green weenie with some grizzly parachute hackle. I guarantee it'll catch fish.
Day 3:
Snow on the ground. It was frigging cold. We headed to another small stream to see what we could accomplish. More beautiful fish were brought to hand in some of the tightest, most challenging small stream fishing I've ever done.
Made it home by 1am.
Pics to come sometime. No more digital camera for me, so I have to get them developed and ported to the computer.
Left philly at about 6:40 AM in friday. Picked Ian up and got on the road at about 7:15. Turnpike was closed, so we got detoured. We eventually arrived at the entrance to the park around 12:30 or 1. Ian's brother in law was waiting for us, so we packed the truck right away. In a real treat, we got our licenses from a drunken meth addict. The wonders of the Appalachian south never cease to amaze me. After a few beers, we headed down the trail to fish our first stream. Fished nymphs, adams, and a few other bugs pretty hard on the small mountain creeks with no luck. Eventually, the green weenie emerged as the go to fly. Ended up with a few brookies each.
Day 2:
Got a good breakfast and hit one of my more favorite streams by late morning. This day, the green weenie and the HUMPINATOR were king. Many beautiful fish were brought to hand that day. As we hiked out, it got cold and rainy. We decided to make a makeshift tarp station at the truck so we could grill burgers and have a cold one. It got downright frigid, but we soldiered ahead through it.
As we got to the bottom of the mountain, we were still hungry, so we decided to hit a steakhouse. For some reason there was a benihana hibachi place in the middle of podunk, virginia. We got a show that included old favorites such as the onion volcano. As we ate and drank sopporos, a barbershop quartet sang to us. No lie.
After the drunk waitress gave up on convincing us to go to west virginia to play slots, we went back to our room to tie flies. This is when the parachute green weenie was born. I decided I needed a secret fly, so I'll not share any pictures or recipes. 😛. Just picture a green weenie with some grizzly parachute hackle. I guarantee it'll catch fish.
Day 3:
Snow on the ground. It was frigging cold. We headed to another small stream to see what we could accomplish. More beautiful fish were brought to hand in some of the tightest, most challenging small stream fishing I've ever done.
Made it home by 1am.
Pics to come sometime. No more digital camera for me, so I have to get them developed and ported to the computer.
