|Look at the focus & intensity on this idiot|
If you read my blog regularly, there was nothing revolutionary (get it?...revolutionary...Valley Creek...Valley Forge National park...) about my morning of fishing. I fished my standard nymphs below dries and landed more than a handful of little Valley brownies. Here's two, they could almost be brothers.
I also thought I'd do a little exploring, so I hopped in the car and drove 5 minutes over to Little Valley Creek, which I guess is an offshoot or tributary of Valley Creek. I had never been there, and it was some really tight fishing. It was very difficult to maneuver my tenkara rod for casts, probably would have been better off with a 5 foot spinning outfit. Most sections were maybe 6 or so feet wide bank to bank, but it did have some really cool pockets and eddies that held some small trout.
The biggest trout I encountered were hanging out under this neat stone bridge, but I wasn't able to bring any Little Valley Creek trout to hand. Maybe another day.
Another light weekend session in the book. In case you haven't noticed, I love fishing Valley Creek.