Today I went to the creek for a few minutes and got a good look at the water levels. The creek was rolling fast, and muddier then I've seen in a while. As I was contemplating getting me rod put together, I saw lightning. As I'm sure most of you are, that's my biggest trip killer. Lightning. So, I figured I'd write a little on the blog while watching my Phils play some ball. Hopefully, if the water levels go down, I'll be out fishing with my Dad in the morning and have some pictures.
Good Fishing.
Bryce
A man and his obsession of trout, streams, and the woods.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Where are all the trout?
My dad and I hit a creek that's sort of new to us Friday. We fish the upper reaches of this creek about once or twice a week when the fishing is good. The lower part was stocked until the late 70's and there for hold a good amount of native born trout. What I love most is that the average trout fisherman wouldn't even think of fishing a stream that hasn't been stocked, which leaves the creek relatively open for Pop and me to roll through catching fish all day.
Well, we walked in down past an awesome looking swimming hole and the hit was on. I was catching Rock Bass, Red Eyes, Perch, Carp, and some Blue Gils. My biggest fish was a great rock bass I caught on my Ultralight St. Croix. I love catching and playing great big fish on that set up. It takes patience, you can't just rip the fish to you like the bass "pros".
The water was beautiful and looked very much like it could hold a great deal of trout. I'm sure there in there, but we didn't have any luck. The trout in that creek are a bit finicky this time of year as well. I think if I floated a terrestrial I may have had better luck. But after catching upwards of 20 or so fish, the day was not all nil. Not by a long shot. Right before we decided to walk out, I found a fantastic hole where a nice feeder stream dumped in. There was an abandoned house back there covered in ivy, and a sketchy looking bridge. Too bad for me, Dad wanted to get out, I couldn't even drop a line in. I'll be back to that hole, believe it.
That brings me to yesterday. We packed up the boat, the cooler, and headed to the lake. We got there, got everything unloaded and I realized I made a very bug mistake. I forgot the drain plug...
Happy Fishing to you, and good luck.
Well, we walked in down past an awesome looking swimming hole and the hit was on. I was catching Rock Bass, Red Eyes, Perch, Carp, and some Blue Gils. My biggest fish was a great rock bass I caught on my Ultralight St. Croix. I love catching and playing great big fish on that set up. It takes patience, you can't just rip the fish to you like the bass "pros".
The water was beautiful and looked very much like it could hold a great deal of trout. I'm sure there in there, but we didn't have any luck. The trout in that creek are a bit finicky this time of year as well. I think if I floated a terrestrial I may have had better luck. But after catching upwards of 20 or so fish, the day was not all nil. Not by a long shot. Right before we decided to walk out, I found a fantastic hole where a nice feeder stream dumped in. There was an abandoned house back there covered in ivy, and a sketchy looking bridge. Too bad for me, Dad wanted to get out, I couldn't even drop a line in. I'll be back to that hole, believe it.
That brings me to yesterday. We packed up the boat, the cooler, and headed to the lake. We got there, got everything unloaded and I realized I made a very bug mistake. I forgot the drain plug...
Happy Fishing to you, and good luck.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
A classic York County trout stream
My dad and I played hooky today. He took off work so we could set up a pool, that pool never made it up. Instead he showed up at my house a little after 7 am. It was raining and a miserable day to anyone who isn't a trout fisherman. It took all but a minute to make the decision to go ahead and put my stuff in the bed of his truck.
I knew it was going to be a great day before we ever even made it to the trout stream. We went to a tiny creek and kicked our own minnows up, red fins are the prize. We kicked a ton up in no time. We even caught a fingerling brookie. It was awesome to see one that small thriving in a small creek like that. We of course tossed him in as soon as we identified it. So, sorry, no pics..
We got to one of my favorite streams in all of Pa. It was empty, no one except us. Just the way we like it. I got my stuff on, line rigged up, and we were out. It was a long haul in, the grass was taller than we are, but we got there. We started out slow. I caught 3 rock bass right way, my dad trailed with two. Getting up to a nice, deep hole, I threw in a red fin, let it drift, and BAM! I got the first strike. It was a decent brown. The hit was on. A few minutes later, Dad was up a few yards ahead of me, and I knew right away he had a nice one on. Sure enough, it was a great looking Rainbow, the Pink in it was great.
My dad has a way about him. He jokes the whole time we fish, makes it even more fun. But man can he fish. We fished for a few more hours, I caught 10, and he caught 7. We released all the trout we caught, as is the usual. But we had a great time doing it in a classic Pa stream. The weather was perfect, the water was June water, low and warm. But we still made out. all my Pop kept saying was, "Seventeen trout, June 28th... Wow." What a fantastic day.
Sorry about all the pics, but I figured a fellow trout man would appreciate them.
I knew it was going to be a great day before we ever even made it to the trout stream. We went to a tiny creek and kicked our own minnows up, red fins are the prize. We kicked a ton up in no time. We even caught a fingerling brookie. It was awesome to see one that small thriving in a small creek like that. We of course tossed him in as soon as we identified it. So, sorry, no pics..
We got to one of my favorite streams in all of Pa. It was empty, no one except us. Just the way we like it. I got my stuff on, line rigged up, and we were out. It was a long haul in, the grass was taller than we are, but we got there. We started out slow. I caught 3 rock bass right way, my dad trailed with two. Getting up to a nice, deep hole, I threw in a red fin, let it drift, and BAM! I got the first strike. It was a decent brown. The hit was on. A few minutes later, Dad was up a few yards ahead of me, and I knew right away he had a nice one on. Sure enough, it was a great looking Rainbow, the Pink in it was great.
My dad has a way about him. He jokes the whole time we fish, makes it even more fun. But man can he fish. We fished for a few more hours, I caught 10, and he caught 7. We released all the trout we caught, as is the usual. But we had a great time doing it in a classic Pa stream. The weather was perfect, the water was June water, low and warm. But we still made out. all my Pop kept saying was, "Seventeen trout, June 28th... Wow." What a fantastic day.
Sorry about all the pics, but I figured a fellow trout man would appreciate them.
Monday, June 27, 2011
It's been a week
It's been about a week since I last posted about my fishing exploits. Well, it's been a hell of a couple days. Last week I went out on the trails with my fly gear, on my mountain bike. Everything was going well until I just about fell off my bike, here I must of had a blow out in my back tire. My wife eventually found me alongside the road waiting for her, but not before I got some fishing in. A tire blow out isn't serious enough for me not to fish.
I walked down to the creek, and I tied on a bead headed woolly bugger. I found it works for trout and bass in this creek. So a few minutes in I fished some rapids and had a hit. It was a nice sized red eye. I fished some more but nothing, I switched flies and such, but nothing.
Last night, instead of fixing the bike, my dad, my uncle and I took my new 12 ft john boat out. It was slow, slow going. Fishing he banks with everything in my box. I had zero hits. I played a rubber worm, top water, spinners, everything. About 3 hours into we went over to the opposite bank and I tied on a blue Rapala crank. Sure enough there it was. I caught a nice bass and the day was done.
I could have been angry or frustrated with my last few trips out, but why should I? it's great just being on the water. Catching fish or not, I love fishing.
I walked down to the creek, and I tied on a bead headed woolly bugger. I found it works for trout and bass in this creek. So a few minutes in I fished some rapids and had a hit. It was a nice sized red eye. I fished some more but nothing, I switched flies and such, but nothing.
Last night, instead of fixing the bike, my dad, my uncle and I took my new 12 ft john boat out. It was slow, slow going. Fishing he banks with everything in my box. I had zero hits. I played a rubber worm, top water, spinners, everything. About 3 hours into we went over to the opposite bank and I tied on a blue Rapala crank. Sure enough there it was. I caught a nice bass and the day was done.
I could have been angry or frustrated with my last few trips out, but why should I? it's great just being on the water. Catching fish or not, I love fishing.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
It's been a few days
It's been a while since I last posted. I've been out fishing of course. I took my fly rod out and caught my first fish on it. In total I caught 3 red eye bass all on a wolly bugger. I wanted to get a few more days of fishing in but my wife surprised me with tickets to a Phillies game. So the fish had to wait. But today, I'll be going out again. I think my brother is going to try his fly outfit out he bought along side me. On another note, I'm seriously considering changing my major from finance to teaching because of fishing. Think about it, in finance my busiest time would be April, trout season. If I'm a teacher, I get a few weeks off in the summer. Bass fishing time.
I may be a little obsessed.
Good Fishing
I may be a little obsessed.
Good Fishing
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
New stream
My dad and I fished a new stream today. The truth is, the stream isn't new to us at all, it's part of our favorite trout stream here in York. The stream isn't stocked, which means it isn't fished much at all. what a great find. On my dad's first cast, (on his new St. Croix rod and Shimano reel fathers day gift,) he pulled in a monster large mouth. As soon as that happened we knew it wasn't going to be a typical trout day. I put on a barbless single hook rooster tail, and started nailing fish. I caught a great red eye bass, and some other fish, I was happy with a nice perch, a great small mouth and two more red eyes on top of a few blue gills and suckers. Well, it's time to pack my bike up and get back out there, this time with my fly set up.
Good Fishing All!
Good Fishing All!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Stormy weather, tornado warnings, and a great day fishing
The weather in York county was terrible last night. After a dismal round of golf, My buddy and I decided to go out fishing with my old man while our wives were out on ladies night.. We get to the river, and lightning is all over the sky. I am deathly afraid of lightning, I was in my dads pick up in no time. The storm rolled over, and we headed to a nice sized feeder creek, the Codorus. We slip and fall getting down the mud, to a spot to small for three people. Again, lightning, thunder, crazy rain. We were done.
We went out today with shrimp and night crawlers. I caught a few sunnies as bait. All I used was a bit of line, a number 12 hook, and a bit of worm. All I did was tie the line to my index finger and went to town. No luck with them as bait though.
No luck at all, until my uncle pulled out a rainbow trout on a crawler on a high lo rig, on a size 2 hook. I don't know why that trout was there, all I know he was there a while. His color was beginning to become a silver color. I caught a decent largey on a top water Hula Popper. Great way to close the night.
I love all fishing and bass is no different. Tomorrow I'm buying a bike from a friend, and a backpack for fly fishing is being delivered. Since I live only 5 or so miles from the stream, I thought it was a great investment. Not only for my fishing, but also my health.
We went out today with shrimp and night crawlers. I caught a few sunnies as bait. All I used was a bit of line, a number 12 hook, and a bit of worm. All I did was tie the line to my index finger and went to town. No luck with them as bait though.
No luck at all, until my uncle pulled out a rainbow trout on a crawler on a high lo rig, on a size 2 hook. I don't know why that trout was there, all I know he was there a while. His color was beginning to become a silver color. I caught a decent largey on a top water Hula Popper. Great way to close the night.
I love all fishing and bass is no different. Tomorrow I'm buying a bike from a friend, and a backpack for fly fishing is being delivered. Since I live only 5 or so miles from the stream, I thought it was a great investment. Not only for my fishing, but also my health.
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