whitetailfreak
Senior Member
I left the house around 6:00 this morning and headed up to a creek that I've probably fished more than any other in my 40 years. I flipped my 3 wheeler here when I was 7 years old and broke my arm, I was snowed in for 10 days here during the blizzard of 93' with 36 inches, and I took 5 of my best buds here for my bachelor party 10 years ago. To say that this watershed and I have a history is an understatement. If I had to pick one watershed to fish the rest of my life this would be it. I parked my truck at around 8:00 and the temp was a very pleasant 60 degrees.
The ol' fisherman's trail was full of cobwebs, just what I like to see
I walked about a mile upstream above the falls.
The next 4 hours I caught Mountain Trout out of every likely hole. One hole in particular, I caught 5. I hate to guess how many I caught, but it had to be over 50. I caught 3 or 4 over 9", and plenty 7-8". I haven't eaten a mess of Mountain Trout in a while, and in hindsight wish I'd kept a 4 fish limit.
This here is a Widowmaker!
A day like this makes a man wonder what the poor folks are doin'.
The ol' fisherman's trail was full of cobwebs, just what I like to see
I walked about a mile upstream above the falls.
The next 4 hours I caught Mountain Trout out of every likely hole. One hole in particular, I caught 5. I hate to guess how many I caught, but it had to be over 50. I caught 3 or 4 over 9", and plenty 7-8". I haven't eaten a mess of Mountain Trout in a while, and in hindsight wish I'd kept a 4 fish limit.
This here is a Widowmaker!
A day like this makes a man wonder what the poor folks are doin'.
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