A pile of laundry and gear needing to be stowed from my latest fishing adventure sits in the floor. Looking at it just makes me want to reminisce about the last four days and what a surreal/unbelievable/awesome fishing trip I just had.
First a little back story, my brother in law Marc Hipp has been teasing/enraging(imagine bull with red cape) me with pictures of Steelhead from New York for about five or six years now. Every year it seemed like it was one of those things, either work would get in the way or not enough work would get in the way if you know what I mean. Life as I call it.
Enter the Mango. John Mango that is. John has been coming into the shop since we opened and is one of the characters that is usually about the shop. Some of you know him as Mike the dogs owner/dad. Most of you have fished his Flashback Caddis, his Little Yellow Sally nymph, or his Triple Double soft hackle pattern. Not only that, John has helped many people in the shop by fishing with them and teaching them. I admire anyone who wants to help just because they can. He is a stand up dude, its all I can say. John is formerly from Pittsburgh PA and was quite familiar with the fishery up there. So we made plans and this is how the trip went…
The drive up …. Originally we had decided to leave 5 a.m. Friday morning. Thursday evening I received a text from Mango saying he w0uld be ready by six that night…lol. It was like he was reading my mind. We were both pumped to get to do this trip and we just wanted to get there. I couldn’t make it by 6 but we rolled out at 10:30 that night. Highlights from the drive up included a warning ticket before getting out of Anderson, using the bathroom in Awful House that one of the workers had just smoked weed in somewhere around Spartanburg, breakfast number 2 in Jane Lew West Virginia under a mural with freakishly large deer and bad home fries, some freakish snow showers and ice all over the place especially about 50 miles from Erie. We finally rolled in around 1 p.m. and went straight to BAC bait shop for license and the local goodies…
Friday fishing…. Once we got settled into the sumptuous accommodations at the fabulous Thunderbird Motel we decided to go fish at Elk Creek. A few words on the Thunderbird before we get too much further. The Thunderbird is one of those places I sort of worried we were going to find a dead hooker stuffed in the pull out sofa. A little shabby but perfect for fishermen, I didn’t worry about walking in with waders or anything else. It made it kind of fun, but bedtime was rough trying to hover over the bed while sleeping…..lol. So we finally got to Elk, it wasn’t crowded as Mango informed me and we got in the water. We watched two fellas just knocking fish out one after the other. We complimented their success, and they were super nice and invited us to fish with them in this area. Within10 minutes of getting to the river, I hooked my first Steelie and beached it. It was kind enough to unhook itself and flop away before I could dive on it and get a picture with my first fish… Oh well. Everyone agreed it was a caught fish just to make me feel better I think, and I was fine with that…LOL! Mango hooked up a little later but the fish slipped the hook. These huge fish were trying to eat tiny Caddis pupae.. weird. So right at the end of the night, the Vladi Worm poked an old dark fish and I actually landed it…. The whole time the weather was just going crazy with rain, sleet, snow and intermittent cloudy/sunshine…. So that was the first two and a half hours of our fishing time… That night we were extremely excited about the next days fishing, and it was going to be my birthday……
Birthday party right???…. We awoke Saturday early and got to the “middle” of Elk Creek with secret directions to a honey hole. Well the first thing I learned is nothing is a secret up there, every fishermen knows the Elk well because it is such a great fishery. Just not on my birthday. I can smile about it now, but it led to a frustrating day. I only fair hooked one fish, it got off and gave me the fin as it swam away. Fine. But then I proceeded to foul hook fish the rest of the day that would just get my hopes up(for a fair hook up) and then smash them against the granite rocks laying everywhere. The reason for all this misery? Beautiful blue bird weather!!!!Well you just have to remember on your birthday you get gifts and a spanking. Just got more of the spanking that day…. Frustrated we went and drowned our sorrows at the Avonia Tavern and commiserated with other Steelheaders over the lousy day of fishing. Later on back at the Thunderbird we watched the weatherman tell us about 40 mile an hour winds to be expected all day long the next day.. Grrr!!!! That night, the trailer rocked and rolled and we slept like babies because we were worn out……
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!! Having no reason to get up early, we just got up when we wanted to, had some breakfast at a diner, talked about leaving early and promptly ditched that idea. The weatherman said rain was coming the next day and we were going to fish a few hours before we had to leave on Monday. The weather is truly the key it seems. So we decided to throw the gear in the car and go look at some streams. I was feeling antsy because I really wanted a picture with a good fish. On trips like this, a picture is the confirmation of future stories told around the fly tying table at the shop. They keep you honest too, that eight pounder never grows to 14 and 3/4 pounds. Pictures let the fish keep running and growing and I like that. Also, I could throw pictures in my bro-in-laws face this year and lets face it, that was important! So after looking at a couple of different places we finally end up on the East side as they call it. We decided to fish as the wind was probably only blowing 30 miles an hour…. That afternoon I fear has given me a new addiction. I got a good fair hooking on a nice fish around 6 or 7 pounds and it fought like bloody murder! I had forgotten the thrill and adrenalin of big crazy fish, but it was all coming back to me. John boy was not with me to take the picture, but i got some good pics of it laying beside my rod. It was awesome, my hands were shaking. Mango reappeared, and soon he was into a nice fish. Then we just started having some crazy hookups with fish just eating the fool out of a streamer of mine I call the Chattooga Shiner. I took five with me to the stream and only 1 came back. We decided to leave a little early and run back to BAC to get the materials to tie some more Chattooga Shiners. We got the materials, had dinner at the Avonia again, and then retired back to the trailer to tie and get packed up for leaving in the morning.
Manic Monday….. Monday started off getting up at four in the morning. That was tough, this was a tiring trip so far and I am not as young as I used to be. But I still had the hope of a truly big fish and that will make a fisherman push through. Got the car packed and gear arranged, we drove straight to our spot after taking a detour to New York for breakfast. That was funny I have to say, and thank goodness for GPS, for we would have been hungry without it. Back at the river we got our thoughts together. I love the feeling when you are getting your stuff on and stringing the rod and you know it is about to be phenomenal and special. I was having that feeling times 10 with all the sugar I consumed with breakfast! Once we got on the water, it took me about 10 casts to catch a lake run brown that was not big by any means, but man was he a fighter. I love brown trout. The tone had been set for the next four and a half hours. We had many hookups, the fish were eating the fly for an emerald shiner and they were showing a marked preference to that pattern. Many large fish were caught by Mango and I and you will see some of the pics below. It was a mind melt. The power of the fish was just incredible! My big fish pic is below. It still looks big next to me, so that should tell you how big it was… Mango had huge fish as well. It was just a surreal day. By twelve, I was mentally done, i just felt satiated with the fishing. We did what we needed to do, so we got in the car and came home. The return trip was nowhere near eventful as the trip up. I was glad because I was in dire need of some Kellie and Lili time. We made it in at 1 a.m. this morning and I am still tired and somewhat dazed.
All in all, this is one of the best trips I have ever been on. A good friend, good times and great fishing will make this one extremely memorable. But to be honest guys, this post is dedicated to Daniel Brereton. He gave me a hard time at the shop the other day for being a bad blogger. I am a bad blogger, but as a wise gentleman pointed out to us, some talk about fishing and some people fish!
The Chattooga has been giving up differing reports in that some are having good days and others not so good. The fish are starting to wise up on us and we need to change tactics accordingly. Think Fluoro and smaller nymphs and more imitative food sources. But mostly, you just need to look around because the fish are taking up new lies which is nice. Stop by the shop, and we can talk about it. As usual, that is where I will be, see you guys there!!!!
Finally, our two best fish that I have pics of…….