Burtbords149
A 6 wt. is never too much.
Got up to the Catskills this weekend to try and catch some famous green drake/coffin action. I arrived in Roscoe around 3:30 Saturday, stopped in by Mary Dette to pick up some coffins and isos and other stuff. She is truly one of the nicest people out there. I asked for some criticism on a fly I had tied and she sat down at the vise right there and showed me how she dubs a body and hackles a dry.
Anyway it was way too hot to get on the river midday mid 90s. The water on the BK at Butternut Grove was 74. I waited till the evening and got out with my Dad and a good friend who's fished there his entire life. I stung one fish and then hooked into the largest fish I've ever caught on the fly. A nice 16" brown on a Lafontaine emerger fished dry. I missed another fish and our friend took a huge 21" brown...a true monster.
Got out to Cemetery Pool at 5:30 Sunday morning and hooked into a feisty 12" rainbow in the first 20 minutes up in the top riffle on a Dette isonychia. My dad caught a small brown and a chub. I stung one on a bwo comparadun. After a few misses on rising fish we were just about to leave when I hooked into another 16" brown on a march brown comparadun.
We went back to Mary Dette's to pick up a couple flies and chit chat. She was glad to here of our success the night and morning before. Stop in some time to her legendary shop. She'll be more than happy to offer some advice or to listen to a fish tale.
Sunday night the BK was too hot to fish so we went to the West Branch. It was my first time there and I'll have to go back and see it in better conditions. The water was cold (60) but there was so much grass/algae floating you couldn't get a drift. There was little to no rising fish and very little insect activity.
The morning (Monday) we went to Cairns' figuring it might be not so crowded, at 5:30 we were the first ones there. The temp was 66 so it was safe to fish. I got one on a Royal Wulff, and a stung one on a sulphur parachute. My Dad spoke to a man who was hammering the trout and he said "get your son up here and he can take my spot (very nice man)" I walked up to find a run near the top of the pool loaded with fish all taking small olives on top. As soon as I got there my Dad landed a 16" brown which made the trip a super-success. I took two more in that run and my Dad got a couple as well.
A great weekend on the Beaverkill despite the crippling heat. It doesn't get much better than fishing the legendary waters of the Beaverkill.
Edit**this is my 100th post...hurray for me
Anyway it was way too hot to get on the river midday mid 90s. The water on the BK at Butternut Grove was 74. I waited till the evening and got out with my Dad and a good friend who's fished there his entire life. I stung one fish and then hooked into the largest fish I've ever caught on the fly. A nice 16" brown on a Lafontaine emerger fished dry. I missed another fish and our friend took a huge 21" brown...a true monster.
Got out to Cemetery Pool at 5:30 Sunday morning and hooked into a feisty 12" rainbow in the first 20 minutes up in the top riffle on a Dette isonychia. My dad caught a small brown and a chub. I stung one on a bwo comparadun. After a few misses on rising fish we were just about to leave when I hooked into another 16" brown on a march brown comparadun.
We went back to Mary Dette's to pick up a couple flies and chit chat. She was glad to here of our success the night and morning before. Stop in some time to her legendary shop. She'll be more than happy to offer some advice or to listen to a fish tale.
Sunday night the BK was too hot to fish so we went to the West Branch. It was my first time there and I'll have to go back and see it in better conditions. The water was cold (60) but there was so much grass/algae floating you couldn't get a drift. There was little to no rising fish and very little insect activity.
The morning (Monday) we went to Cairns' figuring it might be not so crowded, at 5:30 we were the first ones there. The temp was 66 so it was safe to fish. I got one on a Royal Wulff, and a stung one on a sulphur parachute. My Dad spoke to a man who was hammering the trout and he said "get your son up here and he can take my spot (very nice man)" I walked up to find a run near the top of the pool loaded with fish all taking small olives on top. As soon as I got there my Dad landed a 16" brown which made the trip a super-success. I took two more in that run and my Dad got a couple as well.
A great weekend on the Beaverkill despite the crippling heat. It doesn't get much better than fishing the legendary waters of the Beaverkill.
Edit**this is my 100th post...hurray for me
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