|Some pretty leapers came out to play.|
I took a drive well after rush hour this morning to the check out a couple Lehigh Valley creeks. I programmed a spot on the Monocacy into my phone, but then I decided to take a detour as I approached the turn towards a favorite stretch of Saucon Creek. That little detour was a waste of time, as there were at least four other fishermen at this spot, on a Monday, no less. I guess it was the rain followed by the cool weather that made everyone get sick today. It felt like fall after a long summer, so I can’t blame them. I drove by one last spot, and that too looked occupied, so I restarted the navigation to Monocacy as originally planned, and I am glad that I did. I have noticed an uptick in pressure on both Saucon and Bushkill, perhaps due to the new(er) fly shop in Easton pushing both, or perhaps the Keystone book strikes again? At any rate, there are plenty of other creeks in the Lehigh Valley that have cold water and wild fish.
|Just slightly stained, perfect nymphing day.|
|An average 10 incher. Most were between 8 and 12 inches.|
I thought fish would want a small caddis in 18 or 20, so I had one tied above a frenchie that was serving as an anchor fly. I think all but two took the frenchie, a sexy one with a purple hot spot taking the majority, and one took a walts worm. None of the flies were over size 18, I believe. I probably worked all of 400 yards to find so many eager, albeit mostly small, fish. The average was about 8 or 9 inches long, but a few were pushing twelve. All were leapers and runners. All were devastatingly handsome. I love that wild browns in different creeks have not only different colors but also different habits and proclivities too. In my experience, Monocacy fish like to leap, often right at you! That is an effective move, you know? I lost a pig fish for such a small creek today because the fish was just too acrobatic for some barbless flies while my rod was down low avoiding overhanging trees and bushes.
|A jigged frenchie with a hot spot, often purple, took the majority of fish, including the one that got away...|
This was a beauty, and I was a little pissed at the trees and my own lack of skills for a minute. It was only my second fish of the day, so had I hooked him later after I had figured out how to manage the low rod angle (strip, strip, strip to keep very tight on a deeply bent rod) I may have had him. The experience was more exciting than tragic, in retrospect, as I got to hook, fight, admire, and THEN lose the fish! Funny thing is, before I left, I decided to give this hole one more shot. A long shot, as resting a big fish for, what, 2 hours is a long shot, indeed. After hooking another 10 incher that gave me some hope, and an even dozen fish on which to quit, I hooked another big fish, bigger than the first one? He stayed down and ran around the hole, too deep to see. He pulled drag a few times. I fought him really well, this time. And when I finally turned him towards the bank to get a look at my second-chance piggy? It was an 18 inch sucker… On that note, I decided it was time to call it a day, a good day, just not THAT good of a day. All kidding aside, I had a lot of fun, had the place to myself, and, on light equipment, caught a bunch of feisty wild browns only 45 minutes from home. A good day, indeed.
|For an even dozen, followed by unlucky #13....|