Salmo trutta
08-06-2009, 09:33 AM
I fished around Swains Lock on the Potomac last night with the long rods. I even brought along my 65 year old Uncle who has never fly fished before but just recently bought a new rod. This spring when he was visiting I took him to DC and played with more than a few big schoolie stripers on conventional gear but he is leaning more towards the fly.
We arrived at an easy wading spot downriver from the parking lot right around 7pm. We first fished the canal some and noticed a few bluegill still on nests? They still had vivid colors and were still pretty aggressive to chase a fly off their bed. We didn't managed to catch any as they were pretty selective and only grabbed the back of the fly. I never bothered to down size as they were pretty small anyway.
Later we went down to the river in hopes of intercepting a decent top water bite with the White Flys or White Millers. But it wasn’t meant to be. I had a few strikes on sneaky peates and a hellgrammite pattern but couldn’t land anything. Right before dark there were a few cayhills or a yellow small mayflies flying around but no white flies and not much action to speak of. The water was turbid but you could still see down a foot or two.
My Uncle was still pleased with his casting success and the fact that he managed a new first, even at his age. He promises to put his new rod to use back in Canada next week.
We arrived at an easy wading spot downriver from the parking lot right around 7pm. We first fished the canal some and noticed a few bluegill still on nests? They still had vivid colors and were still pretty aggressive to chase a fly off their bed. We didn't managed to catch any as they were pretty selective and only grabbed the back of the fly. I never bothered to down size as they were pretty small anyway.
Later we went down to the river in hopes of intercepting a decent top water bite with the White Flys or White Millers. But it wasn’t meant to be. I had a few strikes on sneaky peates and a hellgrammite pattern but couldn’t land anything. Right before dark there were a few cayhills or a yellow small mayflies flying around but no white flies and not much action to speak of. The water was turbid but you could still see down a foot or two.
My Uncle was still pleased with his casting success and the fact that he managed a new first, even at his age. He promises to put his new rod to use back in Canada next week.