Well, I remembered why I usually revert back to spin fishing before too long! Sunday, I was able to get away and drive to historic Antietam creek where the state stoked 500 rainbows, brown and golden trout last week. I know these hatchery fish have never seen a fly before, but I was hoping to fool a couple into biting. I could immediately see a good sized golden and there are usually several more regular trout around them. If you look closely in the bridge picture, you can see a gold blob just above the shade line. I spent an hour or so here practicing my drifts. I was down into the rocks, so I knew I was deep enough, but no hits and I didn't lose any flies.
These posts will chronicle my journey as a fatally nostalgic masochist. I am continually drawn to the "old ways" and history, methods, and means of the low technology past.
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Monday, March 10, 2025
A Fly-Fishing Trip for Some Stocked Trout - Ends in a Broken Rod
I came to a nice rapid and saw two very large goldens, and started to do some drifts. I worked them hard, changing flies, working tandem rigs, no hits I could discern. Then I was hung up on a rock and when it popped loose and my rod flew back behind me and struck a metal handrail snapping the tip. WOW, now I was hot. I went back to the truck and grabbed my tenkara rod and fished for another half hour without a bite. Had some good drifts also....but they were not buying anything I was selling.
I knew I could have caught several with my spinning rig and I knew they were there. Frustrating. Anyway, it was a nice day on the water.
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