SurfCowboyXX
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It was a good day for me. I made the (absolute) last-second call to play hookie and go fish. I went by myself, because I needed a little adventure, and rowing/fishing a river with fairly high water by yourself is a little dangerous, so danger=adventure. It was a good call. Shehawken to Buckingham from noonish until 7:00 pm. Overcast with light winds for about 50% of the time, with occasional pushes of stronger wind for a few minutes at a time--nothing too challenging. There were fewer than 6 trailers at the ramp when I put in. I saw maybe four or five other boats all day.
Once again, bug soup. I saw some black stones (size 12), apple caddis, blue quills (18), what looked to be a tan caddis (16), a fair number of olives (18), and the occasional March brown (12). Of course, there were the Hendricksons (14, but starting to size down to 16). Every fish I caught, I caught on one version or other of a Hendrickson emerger. Most folks expected a spinner fall with the way the weather was playing, but where I was, it didn't occur.
I found sporadic risers once I got downstream of the Junction Pool around 1:30-2:00, so I just went headhunting. I pulled three fish before the braids, losing one that was just freaking heartbreaking--it felt like a striper. The smallest of the three was just at 20", and I got him on an upstream presentation. It was freaking nuts. It is damn near impossible to land those big fish on your own once they get out in the current. I needed to pull anchor and chase the huge one, but I don't know how I'd have done it. None of the ones I landed were bigger than 22", but I'm certain the one I lost was big enough to eat muskies.
The rises seemed to get more consistent as I went, but it seemed that a fair number were suckers. I caught two suckers around 14" each. Even the suckers in that river get huge. I decided to spend less time in the slowest water, as that's where I was catching suckers. Once I got about 2/3 of the way through, the fish were definitely onto the Hendricksons, but neither myself nor any of the guides I spoke with knew exactly what was going on. Everyone was making the play, but the fish weren't playing back. I collected some samples from the film and found a lot of drowned and crippled flies. I changed my fly, and that did the trick. Every good presentation after that resulted in a fish, and every fish was freaking huge. Again, nothing bigger than 22", and no rainbows (dammit!), but just amazing.
As I got just upstream of the ramp in the bend (around 6:30-6:45), I saw a lone head off by itself and very, very quietly got myself into position. He was holding behind a shelf rock, drifting laterally back and forth across an area maybe 2' wide, just gracefully sipping emergers one after the other. He sucked mine down, and we were off to the races. He was the biggest dry fly fish I ever hooked (the second biggest I lost upstream of the braids). Backing city. I couldn't get on top of him. He got down in the deep current, and I could feel the thrum of the 5x as I put all the pressure I felt like I could on the rod. My left arm was fully cramped from having to do that 10 times already (10 times!), but I was giving it my all. I really wanted that fish. But he got me what felt like under a rock on his big run (I had him so close twice--dammit!), and he broke my tippet. I just reeled all the way up and paddled the remaining little bit to the ramp.
I would have been heartbroken (and in a way I am) over having lost the two biggest fish of the day (and the two biggest dry fly fish I've ever hooked), but I've also never had such a good day with big fish on dry flies. I took a few pictures of one of the first fish I caught, but I just didn't feel comfortable holding so many fish out of the water only to snap a pic with nobody in it but the fish. I just felt cheap and stupid doing it. Better to get them right back in the water, especially considering how long the battles were to get them in. I recorded the first big fish I lost on the GoPro, but I doubt I'll ever watch it (it would be like watching a snuff film of my aspirations and ego). If I find any photos of the small fish that came out well (none in my phone did), I'll post them.
I've never seen so many big fish eating bugs on top. They are obviously starving. Making stupid mistakes, as well (like eating my presentations). Many were still fairly thin towards their tails, so they've got the feedbag on. And they are fighting like Ali. Hopefully the weather tomorrow doesn't screw things up too bad.
I hope the boys at the Jam have as good a day this weekend as I had yesterday.
Once again, bug soup. I saw some black stones (size 12), apple caddis, blue quills (18), what looked to be a tan caddis (16), a fair number of olives (18), and the occasional March brown (12). Of course, there were the Hendricksons (14, but starting to size down to 16). Every fish I caught, I caught on one version or other of a Hendrickson emerger. Most folks expected a spinner fall with the way the weather was playing, but where I was, it didn't occur.
I found sporadic risers once I got downstream of the Junction Pool around 1:30-2:00, so I just went headhunting. I pulled three fish before the braids, losing one that was just freaking heartbreaking--it felt like a striper. The smallest of the three was just at 20", and I got him on an upstream presentation. It was freaking nuts. It is damn near impossible to land those big fish on your own once they get out in the current. I needed to pull anchor and chase the huge one, but I don't know how I'd have done it. None of the ones I landed were bigger than 22", but I'm certain the one I lost was big enough to eat muskies.
The rises seemed to get more consistent as I went, but it seemed that a fair number were suckers. I caught two suckers around 14" each. Even the suckers in that river get huge. I decided to spend less time in the slowest water, as that's where I was catching suckers. Once I got about 2/3 of the way through, the fish were definitely onto the Hendricksons, but neither myself nor any of the guides I spoke with knew exactly what was going on. Everyone was making the play, but the fish weren't playing back. I collected some samples from the film and found a lot of drowned and crippled flies. I changed my fly, and that did the trick. Every good presentation after that resulted in a fish, and every fish was freaking huge. Again, nothing bigger than 22", and no rainbows (dammit!), but just amazing.
As I got just upstream of the ramp in the bend (around 6:30-6:45), I saw a lone head off by itself and very, very quietly got myself into position. He was holding behind a shelf rock, drifting laterally back and forth across an area maybe 2' wide, just gracefully sipping emergers one after the other. He sucked mine down, and we were off to the races. He was the biggest dry fly fish I ever hooked (the second biggest I lost upstream of the braids). Backing city. I couldn't get on top of him. He got down in the deep current, and I could feel the thrum of the 5x as I put all the pressure I felt like I could on the rod. My left arm was fully cramped from having to do that 10 times already (10 times!), but I was giving it my all. I really wanted that fish. But he got me what felt like under a rock on his big run (I had him so close twice--dammit!), and he broke my tippet. I just reeled all the way up and paddled the remaining little bit to the ramp.
I would have been heartbroken (and in a way I am) over having lost the two biggest fish of the day (and the two biggest dry fly fish I've ever hooked), but I've also never had such a good day with big fish on dry flies. I took a few pictures of one of the first fish I caught, but I just didn't feel comfortable holding so many fish out of the water only to snap a pic with nobody in it but the fish. I just felt cheap and stupid doing it. Better to get them right back in the water, especially considering how long the battles were to get them in. I recorded the first big fish I lost on the GoPro, but I doubt I'll ever watch it (it would be like watching a snuff film of my aspirations and ego). If I find any photos of the small fish that came out well (none in my phone did), I'll post them.
I've never seen so many big fish eating bugs on top. They are obviously starving. Making stupid mistakes, as well (like eating my presentations). Many were still fairly thin towards their tails, so they've got the feedbag on. And they are fighting like Ali. Hopefully the weather tomorrow doesn't screw things up too bad.
I hope the boys at the Jam have as good a day this weekend as I had yesterday.
