Elk Creek!

     Decided it was finlly time to head East and hit some Pennsylvania creeks. I was going to start out on Elk and go from there. I pack the car the night prior to the trip, plenty of eggs tied, and a full tank of gas. The alarm sounds at 5:30, I get up, eat some breakfast, and get on the road. The drive is about an hour and fifty minutes to the mouth of the Elk. I've never been there and expect the parking lot to be packed, but it is not too bad. I hop out of the car and begin to squeeze into my sonic pro redington waders. It is pretty nippy out, but decide to leave  my gloves in the car. THAT WAS A MISTAKE! I journey down the creek and eventually find a nice bend in the creek with a view of the mouth and start fishing. It doesn't take long before I miss a few fish, but there isn't alot around. I was expecting waves of fish, but this low water must have spooked them out.

     I decide to pick up and move because my hands are freezing cold and there is no action here. As I walk back to the car I see a man holding up to steelhead that are well over 30 inches. I know theres fish here, but I have to find them without the insane crowds! I drive around and decide to fish some railroad tunnels, because they look sweet and perhaps some fish will be hiding in them. Bingo! I walk through the woods, across the creek and up to the tunnels.

     There is a group yelling and joking around so I assume they are getting into something. I politely ask if I can fish next to them and it doesn't take long before I start talking. They were really only letting die hards into the tunnel. Not good weather fisherman! Anyway the sttelhead and browns were stacked up in there. I take a few casts and bam hook into a nice steelhead and he breaks me off! I'm fishing 4x leader so I should calm down a bit on my hooksets and fights. I retie with my hands shaking with adrenaline and get back into the run. Next cast a nice brown slams my single egg and I fight her for a bit and land her outside of the tunrnel! my first big brown! I didn't measure but she was well over 20 inches and several pounds.

     Meanwhile the other guys are hooking into fish like crazy. I get back into the water and lose 3 more steelhead and I can't seem to land one. I'm getting ready to leave because the fish are really spooked now and the goodweather fisherman are starting to flood in. I then suddenly hook into another nice brown and tangle with inconsiderate fisherman who just leave their lines in the water feet from my fight?!? They untangle them, and I land this nice brown. I'm out of here. I can not stand fishing with people like this. So, on the day I went 0-4 on steelhead but 2-2 on lake run browns. A good day for me, and until next time, tight lines.

Vote or Fish?

     Election day. I'm off school on Tuesday, and the car is packed full of everything for a day of chroming. I'm down to 8 orange spawn sacks, but figure it'll be a quick, slow morning so I get ready to go anyway. The alarm sounds at 5:45, I hop out of bed and hear my dog barking. I let her outside as I head out to the car, and boy is it cold. I wasn't expecting a chilly 27 degrees outside and I'm glad it is finally starting to get cold out. Anyway I decide to go to the Rock to see how it was affected, and I know a few holes that will certainly have fish. I park my car, and start my long walk through the woods to a hole I know nobody will be fishing at. I setup, launch a spawn sack out to the far side, and watch my bobber float down stream. NOTHING? So I recast and not long after it hits the water my bobber is gone. I set the hook into a nice fish and she jumps 30 seconds into the fight and I loose her. Next two fish the same thing happens. I'm stunned. I am into the fish but can't seem to land one.I also only have two spawn sacks left! Now I regret not stocking up when I had the chance. Anyway I recast into the same pocket and hook into a skipper. I'm focused and eventually land this little fellow, snap a picture, and back in he goes. Finally I got one. Mark-1 Steelhead-4. \

 

    I move down stream to a deep bend full of rocks and immedietly hook into a big fish. She jumps a few times and I know this is my first 30incher of the year. If I land this fish I am going to keep her for roe, but she gets caught up in the rocks and breaks my 4lb leader. Damn I am out of spawn sacks. I tie on a pink and white mini tube and cast it out. The bite seemed to turn off but as I get ready to move I hook into another good fish and eventually get her to the bank after a dangerous fight in the rocks. A solid 25 inch hen. I decide to let her go and she swims off. Finally the other pinners start showing up and I decide it is time for me to leave.

     I hit a few more spots along the river, but it is crowded, expecially for a weekday! Anyway I head to a McDonalds in my waders and chow down a breakfast sandwich. Finally the season feels like it is in full force. I'm going to head out East this coming weekend so until then, Tight Lines.