Another long hiatus from blog updates, lets pick up back where we left off…
Morning came quick after the big night on the Little J. KG and I cleaned up our squatters camp, and hit the river one last time. After the feast the night before on monster bugs, the fish seemed to have completely disappeared. Cutting our losses for the morning, we hopped in the rig and made our way up to Happy Valley.
What happens in the span of some months is inconsequential, some months much more happens. As you get older you feel more for the months and time that gets written off. You also recognize the time that becomes priceless and you know immediately that they are burnt indelibly into your mind’s deep recesses, never to be forgotten. The six weeks from the start of June to mid July has been that for me. The next several posts will be about these awesome six weeks. The lapse in posts has been inexcusable other than the fact, do you really want to read about my grass cutting, and KG’s battles on the parks and rec front? Not really, KG is awesome, but he is not Ron Swanson…
The first two nights of our recent trip KG, Adam and I spent camping along the Savage. This has become a little bit of a tradition at the start of our spring trip every year. Those of us who can secure the extra days off, do so and dirt bag it before the rest of the BCI crew arrives and we live it up in luxury.
Most of the time when we do this, it’s on a Monday or Tuesday and have the campground to ourselves, hopefully with a freshly cleaned, porta-john. This year started the same way. After we ran the N. Branch our first full day down there, we noticed an older gentleman just setting up camp a few sites down from us. He’s by himself but clearly knows what he’s doing. We carry-on cleaning up and making ready to throw meat on our freshly built fire.
When you take adventurous trips in life you never experience the full side of them until they are over. We get caught up with everything that is going on during and really don’t just sit back, kick it and take it in sometimes. B.C.I rocked another group trip to Western Maryland a few weeks ago and for the most part we kicked it. We were able to get onto new water and into great fish. When we go on these week-long trips and fish so much water the stories and reports can be endless. This post will be filled with mostly pictures to tell the story. We hope you enjoy.
The Kryptonite Leech is this months fly and will be the featured at Cabin Fever this Sunday. This pattern was created by combining several similar patterns together. I began fishing this pattern when I lived in Alaska and as you see above I had to use the custom-built Pebble Mine sign. I have used this pattern on all sizes of water and in lakes and ponds. It works great for Trout and Bass but will catch other species as well. Tying it in black and white can be just as effective if you like tying/fishing those colors. The pictures below will show some of the steps and materials used in tying theKryptoniteLeech.
Some winters you live in perpetual white. Bookend in December until bookend in March, an almost constant accumulation of white on the ground. These winters you accept hibernation as the natural course. You begrudge the near daily shoveling and salting. You give up on keeping the floors pristine as the constant tracking in of snow, ice, salt, grit and the like make some basic house chores futile. A winter like this leads to the best time behind the tying vice. Boxes are filled better in these years, tying more precise, patterns more creative. The extra pounds in the boxes and around your middle make you a bit ponderous the first few times on the stream but mid season fly restocks are fewer. Maps causing daydreams of new holes and beats for the next spring get sprawled across floors and tables, notes made in margins and various circles, X’s and arrows hope to lead you to many large trouts. You arise every morning to look at the latest 10-day forecast in hopefulness of the warm-up that leads to ice out and the first fishable days of late winter and early spring. Wait for the Robins.