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Pretty smalls on a summer night. |
For my first outing
in about ten days, I took the impromptu and lazy approach. I have been playing catch-up with work and
life since I was tied up at a retreat last week, but by about noon today I was
caught up for the moment, and the cloudy skies were calling me. I am not the average fly guy who leaves the
house an hour before dusk in late spring to chase a hatch, as you can probably
tell from this blog. I like the early
morning this time of year (well, early morning period) nymphing with a single
bug or a dry dropper in shallow riffles, hunting those fish who stayed out
until sunrise. It was a nice change of
pace to be out until dark tonight and wet wading, however. I like this creek for the peace and quiet,
but the fishing has declined this year from a high point during about 2020. It was still a nice night, as I saw at least
three bucks, and even twin fawns. The
goslings are awkward, but the baby mallards are still cute. The fish were really small, but there are a
lot of them from a certain year class, so signs this creek could be better
again in the future. I caught half a
dozen of them, maybe 7 or 8, but nothing was over 9 inches long. Honestly, I pretty much tried it all.
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One of three bucks. This one not too scared of me. |
After an enjoyable and prolonged chat with a retired landowner
out on his mower, just keeping the communication (and parking) open, I guess, I
nymphed up a handful of fish. When I
reached the end of this stretch, I decided that I may as well grab my dry fly
rod and wait and see what develops. No
risers, even when I sat and waited during the last hour of daylight, so the
hatches have petered out until tricos, maybe.
I did see some midges and very small caddis, one late sulfur, and larger
caddis are in the bushes, but not enough to get anything going. It may have just been this particular night
that was dead.
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One took a stimular but no risers before dark. Rock snot is in bloom. |
Bored sitting around watching for noses, I did catch one
on a stimulator in a long shallow riffle.
I even tossed a black bugger and got one or two bumps right before
dark. The water was low and warm for a
limestoner, and the rock snot is in bloom, so it felt like summer. Fish had lockjaw, though. My gut and experience tells me they are
moving to those nighttime and early morning feeding windows, at the peak of
the cool period each day. I thought with
cooler temps this week, they might get active, but after one or two more trips
to NEPA, I think I am mentally preparing for the summer grind. Thankfully, I have a couple pre-planned trips
in July for smallies and for flukes. If I get out again this week or next, I will have hit an even 40 trips so far for 2022, so some kind of milestone towards 90 if not 100 trips this year.
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And twins.... |
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