experience on the Muncy creek
Just wanted to
relate an extremely humbling experience.
I, just yesterday, while in midstream on the Muncy creek delayed
harvest stretch in Northcentral Pennsylvania. Temp was a cool 55
degrees, water was still quite cold and crystalline.
After wading a
few hundred yards, without any evidence of our flashy little friends,
I encountered a pool of 25 to 27 trout (i prefer odd numbers, hence
the odd estimation).
I believed I
was about to experience a happenstance of extreme infrequency...
Bonding with my newfound fishy friends in complete solitude. Nervously
tying on a beaded prince, I kept an eye on this fine group of
swimmers. I chuckled to myself and made my first cast; expecting soon
to feel the weight of one on my rod. They, in their troutish
indifference, responded by avoiding my offering.
chose secondly a #10 stonefly with much the same results. Still
unfettered, third selection was a #14 hare's ear. My 11th or 13th
choice (odd numbers again) was the culmination of going from the
sublime to the downright ridiculous....A #4 yellow stonefly nymph
which I could easily follow as it rolled downstream, also met with the
before mentioned indifference. Changed to a 1.5 pound tippet and
repeated the process... again nothing. Threw them gnats, ants,
ladybugs and even floated an irresistible (which by the way isn't).
After 5 to 7
hours, my back ached as much as my head and relieved by the necessity
of my departure I quietly, and assuredly, vowed I would return as soon
as I refilled my valium prescription, seen my shrink and gone to
confession to receive redemption for the blue streak I hissed as I
skulked away from the stream. By the way, I'm sure I heard laughter
behind me as I slipped onto the seat of my waders while traversing the
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