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 Trout Food A Plenty: First Day Of Spring
Posted by greg on March 20, 2004
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Black Stone Flies were everywhere, they dried their wings like Hellicopters across the top of the stream and crawled onto the snow apron as if headed for some undisclosed destination of great importance. The Trout, if present, cared more for their resting position than the food on the surface. I tried a small Black Stone emerger to no evail. I was outdoors with a rod in my hand so it was good.
St. George was the stream on the Ghent Rd. bridge. I have fished this many times, albeit, later in the season and done well. Fishing stone flies from the apron of ice wasn't easy but the lure of a tug on my line made the crisp air tolerable. The water was low and the temp. was 39 degrees. The sky was bright and sunny at the outset but became overcast. Not a perfect day but a good day fishing.
Hey there. It's Jeremy. Well we had fun but we got skunked. Everything looked good. The air was warm in the early part of the day, the sun was out and hatches were coming off everywhere. I really thought we would get into some fish, but that was not the case. I pounded that river. Fished every fly imaginable and tried not fishing at all. I stood there quietly and watched as Stone Flies drifted downstream. Nothing. They drifted downstream safer than a baby in a cradle. Nothing was preying on them. So I guess the fish were somewhere else. Where, I don't know? Maybe in the lake or maybe upstream in the deeper quieter sections of the river. Or maybe they were there and we were....
simply unable to move them. Hey it was a good day to get out, practice my casting and drifting, enjoy the asthetics of the river and spend time with a good fishing buddy. Yeah, Greg and I had some wild fishing adventures last year, and I can only imagine the types of stories we'll be laughing about after this season. Hey, if we can't get into the fish here in Maine we might just have to take a Salmon River/Oswego run and try our luck at Steelhead. The spring run is happening and I know a secret hole that is calling my name. All I gotta do is show up, throw a black egg sucking leach and hold on.
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