I’ve been going to Potter county fly fishing for about 10 years now.  In this period of time my buddy Philip and myself had a lot of great trips.  The fishing is usually spectacular, but sometimes you hit that weekend that things just don’t click.  When one of these weekends hit, you can either fish til your arm falls off with little success or sit around your campfire telling stories about the great weekends in the past. 

     My last trip to our northern county was a great time.  Philip couldn’t make this trip, he was swamped at work, but my buddy John and I loaded his camper and set out for a weekend of trout, beer and of course “good times.”  We arrived at our destination ready to set up camp and hit the stream.  Our anticipation of the catch had us excited and ready.  After the camper was set up we headed out on our first evening.  Not much fishing was done that first evening, but some slight exploring showed us that we were gonna have some company on the stream the following morning.

     Now, back at the camp, we found some supper to cook on the fire and a few cans of that golden nectar.  The next several hours went by with many stories of past trips and just being in the wilderness by a warm fire, cold beer in hand.  John and myself were soon going to bed so that the trout wouldn’t have a chance the next morning.  Boy were we wrong.

     The morning proved to be super tough fishing with crowds of people in all the easily accessible areas.  We hiked up the stream a good piece and found some open water, but soon realized why it was open water.  Not a lot of activity in the catching department, although John did catch 2 really nice brookies.  A little more exploring and fishing and we called it a morning.  We arrived back at camp and had a much needed lunch and some more of Johns fresh ground coffee.  I’m telling you what, I’ve had some good coffee before, but my god was this coffee good.  Couldn’t wait til the next morning to have some more.

     That evening was pretty much the same as the morning, but our expectations were still high.  The next morning we went over the mountain to a camp owned by John’s relatives.  We hung around camp for a while shooting the breeze before we hit the water.  This was some really nice water we were fishing, with some unusually low numbers of fish brought to the net.  We tried everything, fished deep, fished on top, and fished hard with just a couple trout to show for it.  Decided to call it a day and head back to camp for a few coldies and some supper.  Log after log the night grew late telling stories and having a few beers.  Off to bed, had to try again in the morning.  You didn’t think a few slow days would make us quit did you?

     The next couple days passed with the same results.  We fished hard and only caught a handful of trout in our 4 day outing.  That doesn’t mean we didn’t have a blast.  This was a great trip, just goes to show you that fisherman don’t have to catch a bunch of fish to have a good time, although it helps.  We had a great 4 days, couldn’t have asked for much more.

     Trout- beautiful fish that call Pennsylvania home and have been fooling anglers for years.

     Beer- the drink most outdoorsman and women, enjoy by the fire after a tough day in the wilderness.

     Good Times- See text above and pictures below!!!

     And as for now and always, Tight Lines!

     Rusty

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     My fishing companion and myself live for fly fishing.  Fly fishing for trout is a normal with the two us, but when the steelhead run, we seem to get a little more excited at the idea of landing monster trout in big numbers.  We have tried several different areas and went on several different journeys with mixed results.  This year we thought if we could hike farther then normal, which is usually a good jont anyway, we could find a little more solitude.  Nothing left to do now, but go fishing!

     This fall we decided on an area in New York that we had never fished before, but were willing to try something different.  Normally we go to Northwestern Pennsylvania for these steelhead, along with thousands of others.  Knowing that the river we were going to fish was a demanding hike into good fishable water, we went prepared and ready for anything. 

     Upon arrival into New York, the skies were beautiful and the breeze subtle, great fly fishing conditions, so we hoped.  Armed with nothing but our 9 foot 6 weight rods and some beef jerky and Gatorade to keep us going, we started our journey into what we soon realized was greatness.  After the 2 mile hike was over, we started fishing, and it was hard to concentrate.  The unbelievable valley was a sight that I won’t soon forget.  The 250 foot canyon walls and the color of the fall leaves made a unforgettable vista.

     The fishing stared out a little slow.  We fished some very nice water with no results and were starting to get a little worried.  I kept thinking that I drove to New York to get skunked, but was very optimistic that some steel would reach the net.  We kept fishing and moving up river until we found a great area that had several steelhead jumping the falls and shooting upstream.  This was pretty amazing to watch.  These fish are just so powerful and make it all look so easy.  The one thing that wasn’t easy was the hooking of fish, but that was gonna soon change.

     The river we fished was super cluody with about 15 inches of visibility, which meant slow presentation was gonna be a big factor in the fish finding the fly.  It was now about noon and no fish had rewarded us yet, but as soon as the clock hit 12:00, the magic started to happen.  The first fish that I hooked was and absolute monster that proceeded to break me off after a 10 minute battle.  Wow, these fish are strong.  I think these fish fought twice as hard as the steelhead in Erie, which we’ve caught several times.  Not long after I lost that first fish, Philip hooked into an acrobatic slab of steel that was just amazingly strong and colorful.  When I finally netted it for him we were so excited and ready for more.  This first fish was probably 24 inches and about 8 pounds. Simply amazing fish.

     The fishing started 2 get better and better as the day went on.  We hooked several others that out witted our fighting abilities until a huge female steelhead took my egg pattern and the fight was on.  I just couldn’t believe the power these fish had and the strong water current gave them the upper hand.  This fish was ripping line of my reel so fast, which was music to my ears.  The battle went on for what seem like forever until I finally became the victor and was rewarded a huge fish.  Philip had trouble netting the fish because it wouldn’t fit in our inadequate net.  He landed it for me with his hands and we admired this LOG for a bit before releasing her back into the depths of the river.  She was the biggest steelhead I ever landed, it was 33 inches and 16 pounds, what a fish.

     Well I was still excited about the last fish I had caught when Philip hooked another nice fish.  It’s hard to talk about all these fish in depth because they are all big fish and we hooked so many of them.  I would say on average these fish were 8 to 10 pound and we landed about 15 of them.  If I had to guess I would say you land about one out of every five you hook, at least using 6 weight outfits.  That’s one thing we need to rethink next time, heavier fishing outfit would have been nice.  Using a 6 weight did make it more interesting though.

     This was such an amazing trip, the weather was perfect, the fish were cooperative and the people were non existant.  I know that I paid for the long hikes we took, the next couple days, but it was sure worth it.  This is one of the best trips Philip and I ever had, and I think we owe it all to Sunshine, Solitude, and Steelhead.

     “And as for now and always, Tight Lines”

     Rusty

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