salmo
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I had a day of depositions canceled on short notice on June 3. My wife a dog were away and I had nothing else pressing at my practice. FISH TIME! The only person I knew who would fish at the drop of a hat was Silent Ocelot (hereinafter referred to as “SO”). Yep, he was up for it. Initially I wanted to fish one of my favorite Class A streams in the Poconos, however, they were calling for thunderstorms in that area and SO was leery of a long hike in rough terrain only to be caught in a heavy thunder storm with lightning crashing down all over. SO knows my weaknesses for wild fish. He said he knew a spot that was loaded with natives, was closer than the Poconos and had relatively easier access. My mind fogged. My eyes glazed over. My mouth watered. I was hooked. I met SO in Hamburg and we headed out to Schuylkill County. As promised the creek was beautiful, with good levels of water, relatively open for casting and accessible from the road where we parked. Once on the water we started taking dry fly hits. Then it started as SO hooked and landed numerous fall fish, creek chubs and one monster sucker. After an hour of no trout I was pi..sed. "Mr. Ocelot" I asked, "where the hell are all of the brook trout?" He replied “Brook trout , who said anything about brook trout? I promised you natives and that’s what we are catching.”
In all seriousness, while initially we caught fall fish, as we moved away from the road the “natives” faded away and we started catching beautiful wild brown trout. All in all after more than 9 fish each, all on the small side caught on the dry dropper set up we called it a day. The Creek was in the mid 60's all day, had a greenish cast to it and was mostly on the shallow side. There was a small caddis hatch and some midges. Turing over rocks did not show much signs of life. Most of the trout were taken on the dropper. My droppers were mostly perdigon style nymphs. SO fished an assortment of store bought flies. We ended the day with a couple of cold ones.
By proclamation of myself (the self proclaimed Duke of Dalmatia) I pronounce Sir Silent Ocelot "King of the Natives" and all around good fishing buddy.
In all seriousness, while initially we caught fall fish, as we moved away from the road the “natives” faded away and we started catching beautiful wild brown trout. All in all after more than 9 fish each, all on the small side caught on the dry dropper set up we called it a day. The Creek was in the mid 60's all day, had a greenish cast to it and was mostly on the shallow side. There was a small caddis hatch and some midges. Turing over rocks did not show much signs of life. Most of the trout were taken on the dropper. My droppers were mostly perdigon style nymphs. SO fished an assortment of store bought flies. We ended the day with a couple of cold ones.
By proclamation of myself (the self proclaimed Duke of Dalmatia) I pronounce Sir Silent Ocelot "King of the Natives" and all around good fishing buddy.