sunsignarcher
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Drove up Fri night n fished the beaverkill all day Sat. From 6-8 or 9 we cleaned up nymphing deep and hitting pocket water. Prince nymph did all the heavy lifting. With fish in the bank we started exploring new water in, above n below the no kill.
Green drakes were about but not in any numbers, fish were taking them sporadically though. Sulphers, iso's n black caddis made the bulk of what was in the air but surface activity was hard to come by. We found where we wanted to be for the evening and headed to town to piss away some money at the fly shops.
got where we needed to be early that evening and I picked a few up w/ the missing link waiting for things to take off. It was long wait.
When it finally got going Iso's turned out to be the ticket. I tied up Matts parachute the night before and the very first time it hit the water I got took by a whale. The rod doubled over and the drag coughed up 50 yards in a flash and it didn't look like that fish was slowin down anytime soon. I went to switch hands from right to left to adjust the drag and I managed to inexplicably catch the fly line between my hand and cork...bye bye fishy. That one hurt. That thing was all if 4 ft in front of my rod and totally caught me off guard,total flake out.
finished strong that night, got a room and was on the willow at dawn. Fished all alone below the bridge for over an hour. The missing link did the job again, that fly is just murderous. I love that thing. I watched fish slide over to it, drop back with it, roll under it AND take it! I love that thing.
Since nobody was around I climbed up on that rock out cropping near the tail out just to see what I can see. What I seed was a lot of big damn fish. Soo since none was around I changed up and rigged a couple nymphs to jig off the rocks, I know, I know it was a moment of weakness and I am ashamed. I got their attention for sure but nothing passed inspection in that clear still water. When I looked up again guys were everywhere and I was feelin pretty silly up on those rocks boob that I am.
made a long run upstream and beat up on little wild browns high stickin. Well up stream I came to a nice shaded run under some over hanging trees with a little depth to it. I picked it apart rock by rock and pulled out two beautiful browns in the 15-18" range. Was very surprised to find fish like that in such skinny water.
grabbed lunch and hit the east branch. Found a bunch of risers and got schooled. Humbled we headed for the west to finish out the weekend. Came in thru the game lands and did a little lookin around. Found some nice water we had to our selves and settled in. By the time dimples were forming consistently we had plenty of company. It wasn't bad but the once the drift boats started coming down one after the other the fish got quiet again. An island forced the boats to pass close. Everyone was cool, polite and talkative except for this one guy eatin a banana with eyeball glasses on, he was a dick.
Anyways things finally got going. Everyone seemed to have fish to cast to but me so I did my share of watching while I waited. Lot of people workin hard but no one hooking up. Soon enough I was casting and casting and casting and like everyone else I had no clue what they were one. Out of desperation I hung a version of an experimental fly I tied for the fly o the month club Tomfly had going last year. It did well when sulphers were about last year so I hung it off the back of my dry and fished it wet . First cast and the big guy pissin me off all night grabbed it . After a great fight I put my first west branch brown in the net, a solid 20" fish that kicked my ass and made my weekend.
My my buddy made the same move and sunk a rusty spinner behind his dry and immediately hooked into a giant 20+", thick and unbelievably strong. It took the rest of the night get the fish landed and capped a perfect weekend.
Green drakes were about but not in any numbers, fish were taking them sporadically though. Sulphers, iso's n black caddis made the bulk of what was in the air but surface activity was hard to come by. We found where we wanted to be for the evening and headed to town to piss away some money at the fly shops.
got where we needed to be early that evening and I picked a few up w/ the missing link waiting for things to take off. It was long wait.
When it finally got going Iso's turned out to be the ticket. I tied up Matts parachute the night before and the very first time it hit the water I got took by a whale. The rod doubled over and the drag coughed up 50 yards in a flash and it didn't look like that fish was slowin down anytime soon. I went to switch hands from right to left to adjust the drag and I managed to inexplicably catch the fly line between my hand and cork...bye bye fishy. That one hurt. That thing was all if 4 ft in front of my rod and totally caught me off guard,total flake out.
finished strong that night, got a room and was on the willow at dawn. Fished all alone below the bridge for over an hour. The missing link did the job again, that fly is just murderous. I love that thing. I watched fish slide over to it, drop back with it, roll under it AND take it! I love that thing.
Since nobody was around I climbed up on that rock out cropping near the tail out just to see what I can see. What I seed was a lot of big damn fish. Soo since none was around I changed up and rigged a couple nymphs to jig off the rocks, I know, I know it was a moment of weakness and I am ashamed. I got their attention for sure but nothing passed inspection in that clear still water. When I looked up again guys were everywhere and I was feelin pretty silly up on those rocks boob that I am.
made a long run upstream and beat up on little wild browns high stickin. Well up stream I came to a nice shaded run under some over hanging trees with a little depth to it. I picked it apart rock by rock and pulled out two beautiful browns in the 15-18" range. Was very surprised to find fish like that in such skinny water.
grabbed lunch and hit the east branch. Found a bunch of risers and got schooled. Humbled we headed for the west to finish out the weekend. Came in thru the game lands and did a little lookin around. Found some nice water we had to our selves and settled in. By the time dimples were forming consistently we had plenty of company. It wasn't bad but the once the drift boats started coming down one after the other the fish got quiet again. An island forced the boats to pass close. Everyone was cool, polite and talkative except for this one guy eatin a banana with eyeball glasses on, he was a dick.
Anyways things finally got going. Everyone seemed to have fish to cast to but me so I did my share of watching while I waited. Lot of people workin hard but no one hooking up. Soon enough I was casting and casting and casting and like everyone else I had no clue what they were one. Out of desperation I hung a version of an experimental fly I tied for the fly o the month club Tomfly had going last year. It did well when sulphers were about last year so I hung it off the back of my dry and fished it wet . First cast and the big guy pissin me off all night grabbed it . After a great fight I put my first west branch brown in the net, a solid 20" fish that kicked my ass and made my weekend.
My my buddy made the same move and sunk a rusty spinner behind his dry and immediately hooked into a giant 20+", thick and unbelievably strong. It took the rest of the night get the fish landed and capped a perfect weekend.
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