Got to Dunbar Creek at 730 am. Got into some stocked bows, browns and a few brookies. Even got some to take flies off the surface when the air temp was 39*. Water had more color than usual which isn't saying much since it's usually crystal clear
Headed to Crick #2, a small native/wild stream with native brookies and wild rainbows. Fell off a rock ledge when the rock below me gave way, falling rock nearly killed Logan. Managed to land a native brookie in the first hole. Worked our way down about a half mile, landed some small wild bows and then hiked back out.
Had to stop at one last hole that i knew had to have some fish.
Got out of there, got some Subway and headed to Meadow Run for some stockie action. They were smashing my buggers, and taking Logan's egg patterns.
Logan enjoying his time with the 'boo
Logan landed a nice male rainbow, who got a little too excited...
Landed this river run male brown swinging my One Fly from last week.
Logan missed out on a big Palimino that would have given us the PA Grandslam for the day...Farted around there for an hour and headed back home for the Pens game Got a little dicey heading home, didn't help that Logan drives like Ray Charles on Acid.
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