bjb27_99
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Originally I wasn’t sure if I was going to get out fishing over the Thanksgiving weekend, but that all changed last Tuesday evening. I got a call from a college roommate (Regi), who now lives in Boston, and he said he was coming back to the Philadelphia area and was itching to get out fishing. We fished quite a few times together in college, but that mostly consisted of bait fishing for trout around the openers and bass fishing. Oddly the last time we fished together was in the 1,000 Island area of NY on 9/11/01.
Regi mentioned that he had gotten into fly fishing over the summer and wanted to hit a wild trout stream and fish dry flies. I figured we would have better luck fishing dries on a brookie stream vs. a brown stream, but most of the streams I know of are brown-only streams. I decided on a NE PA freestone stream that I had fished a couple of times prior and was pretty familiar with.
Although the forecast called for a cold and windy day in the 30s with periods of snow, we decided to make a day of it and headed north bright and early Saturday morning. We hiked down to the stream and the action began right at the first hole.
Regi had 2 solid takes, but came up empty with the hookups in the first hole.
First fish of the day.
Regi fishing a pool.
The only double of the day.
Yes that’s a trout in Regi’s left hand.
A couple other colorful brookies.
Regi’s lunch for the day. I’ve never seen someone pack so much food for a fishing trip. There were meatballs, homemade pickles, olives, bread, cake, and a couple other things. It made my bagel with peanut butter seem so unsatisfying.
It’s hard to tell, but it was snowing pretty hard at this point.
After about 4 hours on the first stream, we decided to hike out and hit another nearby stream. As this stream was more of a wilderness stream choked with rhododendron, we decided to leave the fly rods in the car and break out the spinning gear. Hopefully this doesn’t offend anyone LOL.
Regi was determined to get a brown and caught the only one of the day.
Nicest brookie from the second stream. Most of the brookies that we spotted were in the 3-4” range.
When we came to our ending point, we ran into 2 hikers. Considering the walk along the stream was pretty rough, we asked if there was an easier way to get back to our car. The one hiker gave us a trail to follow and we began to hike out at around 4:00. We followed the trail until we hit the main road, but as soon as we hit the road, I realized that we weren’t even close to our car. We must have missed a turn or gone the wrong way on the trail. As it was getting late and the sun was setting, I didn’t want to chance taking a shortcut and getting stuck in the woods overnight. So 5.2 miles later (verified through Google Maps) and through the dark, we were back at my car. There have been many “firsts” for me this year with fishing and this is certainly another “first” to add to the list. Regardless, it was great to get to fish with Regi again and spend some extra time catching up.
The long (but wrong) road out.
Regi mentioned that he had gotten into fly fishing over the summer and wanted to hit a wild trout stream and fish dry flies. I figured we would have better luck fishing dries on a brookie stream vs. a brown stream, but most of the streams I know of are brown-only streams. I decided on a NE PA freestone stream that I had fished a couple of times prior and was pretty familiar with.
Although the forecast called for a cold and windy day in the 30s with periods of snow, we decided to make a day of it and headed north bright and early Saturday morning. We hiked down to the stream and the action began right at the first hole.
Regi had 2 solid takes, but came up empty with the hookups in the first hole.
First fish of the day.
Regi fishing a pool.
The only double of the day.
Yes that’s a trout in Regi’s left hand.
A couple other colorful brookies.
Regi’s lunch for the day. I’ve never seen someone pack so much food for a fishing trip. There were meatballs, homemade pickles, olives, bread, cake, and a couple other things. It made my bagel with peanut butter seem so unsatisfying.
It’s hard to tell, but it was snowing pretty hard at this point.
After about 4 hours on the first stream, we decided to hike out and hit another nearby stream. As this stream was more of a wilderness stream choked with rhododendron, we decided to leave the fly rods in the car and break out the spinning gear. Hopefully this doesn’t offend anyone LOL.
Regi was determined to get a brown and caught the only one of the day.
Nicest brookie from the second stream. Most of the brookies that we spotted were in the 3-4” range.
When we came to our ending point, we ran into 2 hikers. Considering the walk along the stream was pretty rough, we asked if there was an easier way to get back to our car. The one hiker gave us a trail to follow and we began to hike out at around 4:00. We followed the trail until we hit the main road, but as soon as we hit the road, I realized that we weren’t even close to our car. We must have missed a turn or gone the wrong way on the trail. As it was getting late and the sun was setting, I didn’t want to chance taking a shortcut and getting stuck in the woods overnight. So 5.2 miles later (verified through Google Maps) and through the dark, we were back at my car. There have been many “firsts” for me this year with fishing and this is certainly another “first” to add to the list. Regardless, it was great to get to fish with Regi again and spend some extra time catching up.
The long (but wrong) road out.
the only thing he needs is a bottle of wine out there!
