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salmo
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I bagged work on Thursday May 19. I live way down in South Jersey. Because of the heavy rain Wednesday night-Thursday morning I almost did not go. Got to the stream with a friend of mine from the Bethlemem area. It was still raining lightly when we arrived. Air temperature was around 56 with grey skies. The creek had a good flow and was not colored up to any noticeable degree. Water temperature was a cold 48. I started fishing nymphs. And hooked up in the first hole. I continued fishing upstream hitting all of the pockets and holes. As the skies cleared the bugs started to come off: tiny, tiny BWOs, several small caddis and a few spinners. The surface activity was minimal. I did really enjoy the Yellow Sallies as they hatched. Beautiful and bright yellow. The were a size 16. I never noticed before how segmented the flies are. Turning to a dry elk hair caddis earned me several strikes, but no takes. Air Temperatures remained in the 60s most of the day.
I fished my very old Sage 8’6” 4 weight. All fish taken on nymphs. I fished 2 in tandem. Most of the damage was done on a bead head sexy Walt’s size 16. Not a lot of fish but a beautiful experience especially watching the yellow stoneflies hatch. Nobody else on the stream. To cap the day, on my way back to my car a handsome black bear crossed my trail in front of me about the distance from the pitcher’s mound to home plate (might be time for a new pair of Jockey shorts!).
I did notice that all of the fish I caught were much smaller than when I fished the creek 2 years ago using dry flies.
As I packed up and celebrated with a Cape May IPA I was a pretty happy city slicker.
I fished my very old Sage 8’6” 4 weight. All fish taken on nymphs. I fished 2 in tandem. Most of the damage was done on a bead head sexy Walt’s size 16. Not a lot of fish but a beautiful experience especially watching the yellow stoneflies hatch. Nobody else on the stream. To cap the day, on my way back to my car a handsome black bear crossed my trail in front of me about the distance from the pitcher’s mound to home plate (might be time for a new pair of Jockey shorts!).
I did notice that all of the fish I caught were much smaller than when I fished the creek 2 years ago using dry flies.
As I packed up and celebrated with a Cape May IPA I was a pretty happy city slicker.