The northern
counties of Pennsylvania offer some of the best wilderness in the state. As a
matter of fact I would argue that it is the best wilderness in the state. I
love going to this area, and I’ve been traveling up here for years. Every time,
I see something new that has me in awe and thankful that I’m within close
driving range of this majestic area. So, when someone mentioned taking a long
weekend to journey there for some fishing, I jumped at the chance.
The trip
started with a friend and I fishing in the Quehanna wild area. The Idea was to
hit a secret spot that someone had informed me of, to catch “huge”
brookies(well huge for mountain brookies anyways). When we got to the spot the
water was low and gin clear. We did see a few fish rising but couldn’t get a
take. Moving up stream, we got into a few dinks, so that part of the trip wasn’t
a complete bust.
We arrived
to the campground and decided that we were just going to get camp set up and hang
out the rest of the evening. The cabin was nice but small. I don’t think you
would really want to spend much time in there and we didn’t.
The next
morning we met up with a few guys and we were off to a small stream in the area
that had a brook trout enhancement project. I’ve never heard of this before but
it doesn’t surprise me that it exists. Brook trout are a beautiful fish and
should be protected. It was rough fishing, due to the blue bird skies and gin
clear water. I was also still trying to recover from the night before. As we
reached the stream my discomfort grew, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be
able to fish at all, but once I got my rod out and strung it up the fog in my
head began to lift. It took awhile but walking around the stream, sweating, and
focusing on fish helped me feel better. I got the skunk, as did most of my fishing
partners.
After being thoroughly
humbled on that small stream we packed up and headed back to camp. Getting
back, we devoured a sandwich, and tried to come up with a plan for the evening.
As we did so, another one of the guys showed up and got his camp set up while
we remained indecisive. Most of the stream in this area are small and could
only handle so many people at a time. We made a decision on a stream, went to
the stream changed our minds, then went to another.
The stream
we picked looked promising enough, but again the blue skies and the clear water
kept the skunk smell on me, and it was beginning to grow stronger. I don’t get
skunked very often, and driving a good distance with the expectance of catching
“piles” of fish and then catching nothing can be infuriating. Luckily I had
good company, and amazing scenery to lighten the burden of my fishing incompetence.
That night
the decision was made that we not only needed bigger water to fish, but we
needed some fish that were willing to take what we were offering, and although
you can’t always predict this, fishing for stocked fish can certainly help. At this
point our party had grown to seven and the smaller streams of the North Country
could no longer handle our group of rambunctious and eager fly fishers. It was
off to Pine Creek for the next day with
hopes of cloudy skies and rising fish.
It didn’t
take very long the next morning to realize that part of our wish had come true,
as we awoke to cloudy skies, and by the time we hit the water, it was raining.
If you fish you know this is a good thing. The rain eases the minds of weary trout,
and breaks up the surface of the water so we are not as easily seen. Pine Creek
is a gem of a stream, and if not for the water warming in the summer, it could
be one of the best streams on the east coast. It has ample food, good
structure, and is just the right size to throw out those long casts that
everyone dreams of. We made the right
choice.
After the
morning session of fishing, we all met back at the parking lot for lunch. At
this point the pressure was off because everyone had landed a fish. We moved further
downstream as the rain continued and that’s when the March Browns started to
show. Fishing on top was good for the next couple of hours and I managed to
pick up quite a few good sized fish. I also did something that I have never
done before…. I hit the trifecta (brook, brown, and rainbow) and not only did
it in same day but from the same stream. The evening was not as productive
because the rain had picked up and the temperature dropped pretty rapidly. At
that point though, it didn’t matter. We got our good day of fishing in, and
everyone could now relax a little easier.
That night
we hung out indoors, there was good conversation, good beer, and excellent
food. It’s amazing how much better a weekend can seem if you get just one good
day of fishing in. The weekend would have been good regardless, but it sure did
help.