Back to the highlands

Dad had steelbows on his mind. But not me, Erie is a zoo. Low water, spooky, well decorated fish, tons of goofballs. After the recent successes in the highlands I convinced him to take a Troutbum trip with us. Was out in South Side with friends for a birthday, got home around 1:30am, slept for a few hours, Dad arrived at 5, picked up Logan in Washpa and off to the mountains. Met up with Uncle Tom in the parking lot. Fished the main spots with no success, made our way down to the river.

Picked up this girlie on a white bugger

Then this little wild fella on an egg pattern
Wild Boyz

Made it down to the main river, Dad went for a swim, Uncle Tom wandered, Logan drank a beer, I fished.

Saw a piggie Palimino hanging out at the mouth, wanted him bad, but hooked this nice river brown in the process.

Logan hooked a nice rainbow, but it eluded the net.

Hiked back upstream, found a few more wild girls.

They sure like the orange/peach blood dot egg...

Refreshed at the parking lot with some lovely turkey sandwiches prepared by Miss Andrea. We were going to head over to C. Falls, so I decided to string up the little bamboo to play with the little wild trouts.

Landed one little feller right away, but there definately weren't as many spawners in the creek as there were the previous week. Didn't help that gawkers and hikers had a few dogs thrashing in the water.

Logan got this pretty male.

Made our way to the mouth where it enters the big river, it looked fishey... Armed with my tiny bamboo rod I started searching for fall back spawners. Drifting my egg just outside the mouth of the run my light went slack, saw a big flash, but didnt get a good hook set. I knew she hadnt moved from that spot. Drifted for another 4 minutes, then my line bumped, knew it wasn't a rock, then the line went slack again, I cranked the the little rod to the sky nearly splintering it in the process. The battle was on with this taimen of a spawned out lady. I had to keep her out of the fast river rapids, Logan nearly went for a swim netting it, but she was landed before the rod completly bent in half.

20" and perfectly healthy river rainbow

Fished the mouth a bit more, landed another rainbow on a bugger, Dad landed two, but wasn't available for pictures...

We hiked back out, and complained about sore knees the whole way home.

Highlands on Halloween

Spooky times. Was scheduled to meet with Josh, Dru, and Adam, only Adam was able to get out of bed and to the streams. Was in the parking lot at 7am, still a little too early for the sun.

Got into the creek about 7:15, swinging some buggers, and then my clouser/black nose dace creation and it paid off with this Palimino then another good rainbow. Also landed a smaller brown.

Adam showed up, we fished down to the mouth and back up, landed a few along the way. Went up to the upper stretch, which was more of a hike than a fishing experience. We each landed a brown in the upper section. The wind picked up, followed by the rain, we went back to the Slides, where Adam landed this huge rainbow that measured 25"

Packed it up there and went over to Cucumber Falls. It was holding a few smaller river run rainbows and browns. We each landed a few, before the crappy weather turned worse and we headed out.

KR. 10/31/2008

Linden for a few hours. 10/27

Met Logan for a few hours before dark after work. Landed one fairly quickly, not nearly as many fish as the prior, did see some fat herons flying around, me thinks they had something to do with that. Logan landed a good one, about 16", down near the golf course.

3 Peat in the mountains

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.

One Fly and beyond

First time fishing the One Fly competition in Erie... Not too sure what to expect. Logan cleaned house on Friday scouting for saturday. Rained all day Friday into Saturday morning. Creeks were blown out. Started at 16 Mile.

My One Fly

Lake was rough

Started at 16, totally blown out, moved west to Racoon and Crooked. On Crooked we landed a handful of Browns, and since they were double points, we figured there was an outside chance we'd place! So, Logan and I managed to place 3rd and recieved a box filled with dries and nymphs! Went back out to 12 after the picnic and award ceremony. Fish were still pouring into the creeks, but we didnt land any... This about sums up the evening bite...

Lou with a Rock.

Went back to Conneaut Lake to crash for the night. Raz agreed to fish with us on Sunday, so he, Logan and I met up with Adam (Tippiecanoe) early on 20 Mile, but the place was a zoo. We went over to 16 Mile where it was less crowded, and managed to find our own hole with a pile of fish. We fished that spot from 8:40-1pm.

Feels good to hook one.

Seriously acrobatic fresh Steel

Nice fight.

Double Trouble

Logan with a creepy hero shot.

Nice fresh male.

Hawg

Hawwwwg
Tired.

I love Steelhead Fishing.