Finally, no significant wind and my back is feeling better, so it’s time to hit the river. Kevin has been out, of course, and has suffered one trout days, if he was lucky. It turns out we were both on the river April 12th within a mile or so of each other, but did not know it. I did nothing and he struggled to catch one small trout.
I sent Kevin an e-mail telling him where I was planning on fishing April 13th. You see, every time we intentionally make arrangements to fish together, we do nothing – we call it Leo’s Curse. In fact, Kevin created a curse busting fly to stop it. It hasn’t worked for me, but it does for him. Anyway, it turns out that even with the warning, we were again fishing within a mile of each other in North Scranton. I’ve been nymph fishing using an indicator built into the leader, but I feel it hasn’t been working very well because of the low river flows. On this day, I decided to try a dry-dropper rig, i.e., a dry fly with a trailing nymph, wet fly, or emerger pattern. There were lots of caddis emerging but, as usual, no visible rising trout. I worked my way upstream into a deeper run and noticed two, imagine that, rising trout. Based on the “boil” of water, they both looked rather large. I chose to cast to the lower one and rigged my dry-dropper with a CDC-elk wing caddis and a caddis emerger trailer. After a few casts, he rose to the offering, was hooked, and tore off up river. The battle lasted a few seconds as he got the trailer fly hung-up in some underwater debris. I worked my way up to the second trout and had the same results – momentary hook-up and lost. I spotted another trout further up, but to the far side of the river. Using the same rig, I made a decent cast and got a good float over the trout. He took the trailing fly and was landed after a few minutes of fight accompanied with several tail-talking leaps. This one measured out at 15″. That was it for the day. I watched for a while, but saw no further surface activity.
Here’s Kevin’s report – Did you kick ass today? … I thought I saw your truck at the end of the road above the pump station. Later in the day, I fished about three-quarters of a mile below you. … Great caddis hatch. Fish were rising all over the place and were taking any fly I could get to them. Got about 15 and missed at least as many. (They were taking the nymphs so quickly upon them hitting the water that it was a challenge to be quick enough to set the hook.) …What a difference a day makes huh?
Although there were not as many trout rising in my section, see curse, I would have to agree with Kevin’s assessment about what a difference a day makes.
By the way, before I left to go fishing my wife asked where I was going. I told her, but she heard something else. I told her “No, not there, maybe another day.” The someplace she thought she heard was the place where Kevin would up fishing. You see, my wife’s errant hearing was a good omen, but the curse is way stronger and I was someplace else.