Well, to be quite honest you didn't miss much. A few stocker brown trout at clear fork, some Pennsylvania beauties, and a few very nice bluegills.
A little on the Pennsylvania trip, it was snowy, cold, and snowy, did I mention cold? We had arrived shortly after a storm dumped up to 24" in some spots, so the travel was tough, as was the fishing. Our first stop on our trout tour was an old favorite, Little Sandy Creek, near Polk Pennsylvania. Little Sandy usually treats us quite well, not the case this time. We only managed to find one fish, but at least it was a pretty little fish, and it was my first handful of spunky trout for 2011.
After Aaron had lost about 33,000 flies to the creek, we made a mutual decision to move on to bigger and better things. We wandered over to Hemlock Creek, a nice wild trout stream. Just a short walk up from the truck, Aaron landed a very nice brown, but in his excitement he let it flop out of the net before a photo could be taken. He swears it was at least this big.
After a few more fishless hours at Hemlock, we retreated to the cabin, started a nice warm fire, and enjoyed some brew from Mr. Dick Yuengling. The next day was new water for both of us, Hickory Creek, although all we found was the tracks from a very playful river otter, it was still a great spot. Lots of potential for some brookies on another trip. No fishing session would be complete without an intense B.S. session as to why the fish are not biting.
From Hickory Creek we picked a blue line on the map to prospect for trout. We mad a good pick. Pithole creek was pretty good to us. It does not appear to get much fishing pressure, and since there are about 6 people who read this blog, I don't think the report will change that. The water looked great, Aaron caught a nice brown right under the bridge where we parked, a good sign.
A nice long walk upstream revealed a ton of great looking water, for later in the season of course. Should be an excellent place to coax some fish on dries. We did find a few really nice deep pools, and Aaron caught another brown. Jerk.
Some more recon and we found some awesome looking water, where Aaron had a Godzilla brown charge upriver past him. But it was starting to get dark, and we had a substantial walk back to the truck. Back at the car, Aaron's "one more cast" syndrome kicked in and he threw a few casts under the bridge again. Normally this never pays off, but this time it did, with our first nighttime brown trout. All in all it was a great trip, found lots of water to fish again. You could spend a lifetime fly fishing in Pennsylvania and never fish the same spot twice. On the way home we re-fueled the car and our self abused bodies with some brew and sandwiches.
Stay tuned for some new material, steelhead season is upon us. There should be some good posts coming down the line in the near future.
