|What is left of a water gauge|
|Downed trees everywhere|
|A pair, totally uprooted|
Well...what if I told you that it also caused a Pennsylvania trout nursery to overflow, allowing the majority of its late summer fingerlings to escape from their pens and make a run for it in the stream located beside? An unannounced & unintended late summer stocking thanks to Irene & Lee?...well two of my friends (Spurky and Swattie) gave me the "hint-hint" about this late last week, so this past Saturday I hopped into the car and made the couple hour drive to help play Sheriff...or at least Deputy. I'm typically not a stocked trout chaser, (you know me and Valley's native browns), but someone had to make sure the ex-prisoners were behaving themselves...
|Who needs a gun and handcuffs...don't hate...this isn't a fly fishing only blog...|
So yeah, we fished...
|Spurky working beneath a bridge|
|First fish of the day|
|Swattie brought the fly rod|
|Spurky fishing some newly created cover|
|Swattie working a run close by|
And the closer we got to the top of the hill...the more ridiculous it got. Bring your spinner through a pool, 7 or 8 fish swarmed to follow. It was almost like fishing for bluegill or sunfish. Every cast...slam...another feisty little 6 to 7 inch rainbow or brookie on the hook. How many did we catch? A lot. That's all I'll say, I'm not a "numbers" guy.
There were two memorable fish of the lot that I will specifically mention. The first was a 12"+ rainbow that surprised me. After catching all the small guys all day, this one made the loose drag on the spinning reel sing. Wasn't expecting to find this one. Must have been a holdover from the Spring stocking.
The second was a small native brown. It was the only brown I caught all day, plucked from beside some smaller rocks within a swift and narrow current. It clearly wasn't from the nursery, which was nice. I just wonder how he and his fellow natives will fare this Fall & Winter with the influx of all of these hungry jailbirds during the brown's prime spawning season? So back he went, hopefully to get a little bit bigger.
We ended the day with Swattie catching a pretty brookie at the top of the hill. The bright sun that was hidden most of the morning brought out the distinctive markings on this fish.