Met up with fishyboy and talented willie on Sunday for a camping trip to the mighty deerfield. Weather was iffy, flows were iffy, but why not? Certainly the saltwater scene was out of the picture.
Thanks to a typical last-minute flow reforcast we trekked up to the upper C&R section to catch the low-flow for the last hours of daylight. Caught a couple of pretty little native browns and stocked bows into the darkness. Got a chance to use my new Petzl Zipka which was helpful while wading the snot-slick rocks in the darkness on the way back to the truck. I had studs on but it was still mighty hairy at times.
Enjoyed a fine meal and a few brews at Mohawk Park afterwards and crashed early. Thanks to willie's fancy tent we did not blow away into the river with the serious wind during the night.
Sunday we hit a downstream location with little success. Time for run and gun. Up to the CR section we drove. All I can say is WOW :whoa: it is stunning up there this time of year. Fishyboy lands a bow on his second cast. I cross the river with willie and then cross back to get downstream. While willie is tying a knot we notice that the river getting louder. Thanks to the power company for forgetting to sound the horns! :tsk_tsk: Not to mention blowing out the river at 9am on a holiday. Now willie is stranded on the wrong side of the river and it is a serious flow.
After a long walk we get wille into a shallow riffle where he makes it almost all the way across and is proptly dunked by a slippery rock. Things ain't looking good as the river has now turned to chocolate milk. He is fine except for the reel seat on his redington. Time for more run and gun.
In a desperation attempt we run way downstream and are finally rewarded with multiple hook ups and landings. Willie scores the big fish of the day as birthday present and we make the long trip home with smiles on our faces.
The Deerfield is still the gem of MA trout fishing. Just be careful if you go!
BigD
:smokin:
Thanks to a typical last-minute flow reforcast we trekked up to the upper C&R section to catch the low-flow for the last hours of daylight. Caught a couple of pretty little native browns and stocked bows into the darkness. Got a chance to use my new Petzl Zipka which was helpful while wading the snot-slick rocks in the darkness on the way back to the truck. I had studs on but it was still mighty hairy at times.
Enjoyed a fine meal and a few brews at Mohawk Park afterwards and crashed early. Thanks to willie's fancy tent we did not blow away into the river with the serious wind during the night.
Sunday we hit a downstream location with little success. Time for run and gun. Up to the CR section we drove. All I can say is WOW :whoa: it is stunning up there this time of year. Fishyboy lands a bow on his second cast. I cross the river with willie and then cross back to get downstream. While willie is tying a knot we notice that the river getting louder. Thanks to the power company for forgetting to sound the horns! :tsk_tsk: Not to mention blowing out the river at 9am on a holiday. Now willie is stranded on the wrong side of the river and it is a serious flow.
After a long walk we get wille into a shallow riffle where he makes it almost all the way across and is proptly dunked by a slippery rock. Things ain't looking good as the river has now turned to chocolate milk. He is fine except for the reel seat on his redington. Time for more run and gun.
In a desperation attempt we run way downstream and are finally rewarded with multiple hook ups and landings. Willie scores the big fish of the day as birthday present and we make the long trip home with smiles on our faces.
The Deerfield is still the gem of MA trout fishing. Just be careful if you go!
BigD
:smokin: