Post by dpiscator on May 7, 2009 8:37:31 GMT -4
Miracles never cease! Last night on a whim Joshua (my 11 year old) says; "Dad, will you take me flyfishing?"
Of course, my heart swelled with pride and I said, "Absolutely!"
But where to take him? Towanda Creek was high and for some reason we can't find his waders (probably the vortex of mess that is in his room)
So... someplace that he won't be washed down a riffle or get soaking wet.
(and incur the wrath of my significant other with muddy clothes and boots on her newly steam cleaned carpet)
Aha! A stillwater pond! That's the ticket! So off to Sunfish Pond to try for a BradCo slam (bass, trout, and panfish)
The Leroy Mtn road is a mess by the way... rutty and muddy but saw 3 deer and a flock of huge turkeys!
Views along the LeRoy Mountain road:
I noticed a large lighted gas well (perhaps ?) on the hill opposite of LeRoy all lighted up so aircraft won't smack into it.
Sunfish Pond looked peaceful and tranquill. Lots of brookies rising to Blue Quills and a lot of "nosing" on the top water of chronimids
Saw a handful of brookies cruising the dam brest area but could not get any to take our flies. We tried streamers, wets, nymphs, chronimids, and even bushy dry flies.
Josh practiced his roll casting with a small wet fly then I gave him a lesson on the single and double haul backcast. After about 6 casts he started to throw out about 40 foot of line. Smiles lit up the dark evening!
By George, I think he's got it!
Josh outfished me by taking 2 sunfish and one bass to my NOTHING! Unfortunately, I didn't get pics of his fish. He brought them in, netted them, and released them before I could even snap a pic. He's got mad skills! He didn't get a "slam" but came very close missing a few strikes of the eager brookies on a dry fly. It takes some practice to learn how to time the strike of a trout on a dry fly. I'm glad he hasn't mastered everything yet. I'd hate to think he doesn't need his 'old man's' help fishing anymore!
I missed about 4 strikes on a dry fly... Yeah, I'm rusty.
Then I break out the spin rod and jigs trying to shake off the apparent "skunking"..... with no avail. Alas, The young one outdoes the elder! I do not think that it was a fluke. Josh has outfished me on numerous occasions in the past. He remembers the times that he beats me and makes me "eat crow"........ a lot! It makes me happy to see him enjoy the outdoors as much as I do.
On the way home he says, "Dad, when can we do this again?" I think my heart skipped a beat when he said that!
Of course, my heart swelled with pride and I said, "Absolutely!"
But where to take him? Towanda Creek was high and for some reason we can't find his waders (probably the vortex of mess that is in his room)
So... someplace that he won't be washed down a riffle or get soaking wet.
(and incur the wrath of my significant other with muddy clothes and boots on her newly steam cleaned carpet)
Aha! A stillwater pond! That's the ticket! So off to Sunfish Pond to try for a BradCo slam (bass, trout, and panfish)
The Leroy Mtn road is a mess by the way... rutty and muddy but saw 3 deer and a flock of huge turkeys!
Views along the LeRoy Mountain road:
I noticed a large lighted gas well (perhaps ?) on the hill opposite of LeRoy all lighted up so aircraft won't smack into it.
Sunfish Pond looked peaceful and tranquill. Lots of brookies rising to Blue Quills and a lot of "nosing" on the top water of chronimids
Saw a handful of brookies cruising the dam brest area but could not get any to take our flies. We tried streamers, wets, nymphs, chronimids, and even bushy dry flies.
Josh practiced his roll casting with a small wet fly then I gave him a lesson on the single and double haul backcast. After about 6 casts he started to throw out about 40 foot of line. Smiles lit up the dark evening!
By George, I think he's got it!
Josh outfished me by taking 2 sunfish and one bass to my NOTHING! Unfortunately, I didn't get pics of his fish. He brought them in, netted them, and released them before I could even snap a pic. He's got mad skills! He didn't get a "slam" but came very close missing a few strikes of the eager brookies on a dry fly. It takes some practice to learn how to time the strike of a trout on a dry fly. I'm glad he hasn't mastered everything yet. I'd hate to think he doesn't need his 'old man's' help fishing anymore!
I missed about 4 strikes on a dry fly... Yeah, I'm rusty.
Then I break out the spin rod and jigs trying to shake off the apparent "skunking"..... with no avail. Alas, The young one outdoes the elder! I do not think that it was a fluke. Josh has outfished me on numerous occasions in the past. He remembers the times that he beats me and makes me "eat crow"........ a lot! It makes me happy to see him enjoy the outdoors as much as I do.
On the way home he says, "Dad, when can we do this again?" I think my heart skipped a beat when he said that!
