So… as I write this I am ‘at the cabin’! I was able to leave, with permission from the local government, Sunday, returning to Slate Run for some projects I want to complete and to do some fishing.
I headed down to the local metropolis to pick up some materials. Masked up, and with my shopping list, I got what I needed and headed back to Slate Run. Throwing some pavers on the ground would have to wait as I started to think it might be a good afternoon to go fishing.
I thought I could jump out into Pine and maybe entice a few to entertain me. But, as in all the best laid plans, someone had decided to park their raft on top of the spot that I had investigated a day prior.
They threw dry’s and bobbers until someone had caught something. They took a picture and I think returned tit to the waters. But as I sat along the bank I realized that the spot may not be able to be fished until the next day. Did I let this stop me? No! (the fool)
I saw a few rise but not with any sort of regularity. I played around with a blue winged olive, then a grey fox emerger, until I thought I’d try a March Brown. That seemed to work as I eventually got noticed and managed to completely miss the first take, hook up and slip off for the second interested party, and ‘land’ one.
No Brown trout unfortunately – just Pennsylvania’s finest stocked fish… the rainbow.
Well… not every day or outting is a brown trout day, oh well. I think that’s what keeps me interested.
No Grey Foxes or Sulphurs yet, but I hear that they should make an appearance soon.
Till we see each other again, I’m the Unintentional Blogger (UB)