Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Sad

The sad thing about my last post is, that was the last time I was able to get out fishing. I missed a lot of good days this month. This Saturday is the first free Saturday I've had all month, and fishing is on the agenda. Prepare for some brookie fun!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

A long day on the water

Winter fishing is tough. Every July when I'm standing out on the streams in 100 degree weather, I get romantic ideas about fishing a snowy afternoon. When I'm out in 18 degree weather, waste deep in 50 degree water fighting the temptation to dive in just to warm up, I think that those 100 degree days sound pretty good.

Saturday I met up with a buddy around 9am for some Lebanon County exploration. The first stream we went to is a little limestone tributary to the Quitty. He took me to the stretch he fished before, but as we were walking down stream, we started seeing some very tempting waters. Not seeing any posted signs, and all the houses on the property were clearly abandoned, we took a risk and followed the stream. This stream looked amazing. It was classic limestoner through and through. It was fed by several springs, including a very large spring that came out of an unusually large spring house. We walked down stream as far as we could, and just as we were getting ready to fish our way back up, we were met by a young woman who informed us we were on private property and kindly asked us to leave. We apologized (and informed her that its a general courtesy by stream-bank owners to post their land), and left. Too bad. You'll see from the pictures I took that this stream looked very fishy and very promising.

After our little illegal activities, we headed over to the Quittie. It was high, just inside its banks, and flowing quite strongly. We hung around for about 20 minutes, threw in the towel, and headed out for a warm lunch. After lunch we headed over to Myerstown to the upper Tully. My buddy and I have had the skunk for 4 outings now, and we knew we could break our skunk. We ended the day very cold and sore, but with several wild brownies brought to hand (none of which we took pictures of, because neither one of us wanted to take our gloves off long enough to get out our cameras...)