Virginia is irrigated by
over 2,900 miles of trout streams, 2,300 miles of which are occupied by native
brook trout, and the rest, as hosts of the Department’s diligent stocking
programs, are finned by rainbow and brown trout. The result is a variety of trout fishing
opportunities, but, because the majority of these opportunities are restrained
to the western portion of the state, trout fishermen of the piedmont often play
a game involving hard work, research, and a go-out-and-find-it attitude in
competing for the limited resource. In
such a game, every outing gets one a step closer to reward.
This was my aim on a foggy January
morning. In an attempt to pacify my
exploratory fishing itch, I packed up my cold-weather gear and open mind and
headed to a local stream that holds trout in the winter, but that I hadn’t
devoted time in attempting to understand.
As much research as I could do provided me with
knowledge of the designated stocking area, the surrounding land, and of
trending fly patterns. A fellow from a
local fly shop informed me a week before that fish were being caught on typical
midge patterns on a stream more than an hour to the north. “Small, dark flies are the way to go,” he
said, “A buddy of mine catches fish this time of year on size 32s.”
Local knowledge is an invaluable resource. Likewise, stashed in my daypack I carried two
fly boxes—one filled with small, dark-colored dry flies, and the other, stocked
with entomologically similar nymphs.
Rounding out my pack was a camera case for
documentation, food for a day, and extra clothing and leaders. You never know when you might take an
unforeseen dunk, and it all too often coincides with trying to free a snagged
fly.
Photo by Matt Reilly |
Coming to the first promising run of the river,
I tied on a fresh leader, followed by a favorite all-purpose black nymph. With obedience to my education, I made a few
casts upstream—first to the tail of the pool, then to the strength of the run
as it winded around a root mass, and finally to the head under an undercut
bank. My casting yielded nothing in the
way of fish, so I packed up, scaled the riverbank, and continued on.
The next pool was a bridge pool, which hold
a special promise to many anglers because they are often deeper than their
surroundings and accented by rip-rap pilings, discarded tires and the like that
serve as fish attractors. They
furthermore provide a constant source of food because of the many insects that
call the precarious undersides of bridges home.
Nonetheless, this pool produced no fish.
A few minutes of walking separated me from
the next good-looking spot, during which I tested the water temperature to gain
food for thought—42 degrees. Rainbow,
brook, and brown trout all spawn at temperatures in the low forties. In comparison to a warm-water fish such as
the smallmouth bass, which spawn as temperatures approach 60 degrees, trout
will remain fairly active when Old Man Winter tightens his grip on others.
Black midges abound around these wintry waterways. CKs and Zebra Midges are both relative fly patterns. Photo by Matt Reilly |
The sun was dipping low and a shadow was
cast on the hollow as I began to pack my rod back into its tube. I was leaving without fish, and with a
feeling that I had done something wrong; though, when I reached for my rod
tube, I discovered a small pod of black midges on the green fabric, hinting
that my shortcomings were not conceptual.
Fish were not holding in the water I had fished, but that is to be expected
on such an outing. Success comes in
knowing what was done wrong, and making corrections, and in gaining clues from
the experience to be employed in future attempts. Next time, I’ll know where to start.
*First published in The Rural Virginian
*First published in The Rural Virginian
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