I want to recap the first Yough JAM, but first, a big Thank You to Dave Kile because I would have never met all these great folks who are now my fishing buddies.
I got to the "Paddlers Lane" campground Thursday afternoon/ evening to a chorus of cicadas. Quickly set up camp then off the a local establishment for Pens, wings, and the requisite libations.
Met Krayfish on Friday AM. I had already put the boat and gear in the water and was waiting when he arrived. It was a great day on the Yough. We boated close to twenty fish between us. Kray got a pig rainbow that I'd guess went four pounds and had him wrapped around a log, but we got him in with a little creative maneuvering. I nymphed up my largest bow, only to have him leap back out of the net. By nite fall we had consistently taken a number of fish on Iso emergers.
Saturday the group departed from the Lucky Dog about 9AM and it wasn't long before we were into fish on cicadas flies. The wind on Saturday blew like we were in Terra Del Fuego's "Rio Gallegos".
We had a bumper crop of rafter, kayakers and canoers. Literally. Bumping into us. At one point, as I tried to protect the rods I found myself pinned to a cluster of fishing poles by a nymph rig caught in the back of my shirt! Even more unlikely, was Sidthemuffinrunner, losing a nice fish because the #4 hook broke. AT THE EYE! Thanks Mustad.
Alby proved his mastery of the river by boating numerous fish. As we'd passed at every bend, it seemed he'd gotten another.
Sunday Sid and I floated Lucky Dog back to the campground. He hooked up two minutes into the float! Then again just below the confluence. The wind however showed even more muscle, and the recreational boaters showed even less respect. At one point a guy and his family passed me at less that a rod length, in a stretch of floatable water 150 yards wide. We did manage to find a pod of risers, slashing in a riffle amid the howling winds. We each landed one, but there were plenty of targets.
Thanks to Alby, Bruno, Charley, Bert, Norm, Sid, Wildcat, and of course Krayfish. Always enjoy your company on the water.
(But man it was great to crawl into my own bed last nite!)