Joined: Oct. 2004
||Posted: May 31 2005,06:05
Hello All, haven't been posting that much in this forum, but hopefully that changes in the future.
Finally got back from the mountains, plenty of banjos playing there this weekend, but anyway, I got to go fly-fishing on Davidson River for three days, my other favorite method of going hungry and frustrated. We drove from WPB to Ashville NC, on Thursday, I wanted to leave on Wed. but we had to stay since it was the season finale of LOST, wow. After 13 hours of "grueling" stop and go traffic we finally arrived, and went to bed, great.
Day 1 Wake up early (6.30 am), everybody in the house is sleeping and I go to kitchen and start making preps for the day. Pull out all the gear and stuff it in the back seat of the car get the coffee and get on the road. Davidson River is only about 30 min. drive away from my inlaws house so I'm not in a hurry, since I have to stop and get some of the "flys for the day", at Davidson, the trout are very well educated and since there is a hatchery up on top every mile is different (according to local "bait shop"), today's magic was a black ant, no, not the ones I have tied over the past six months, but the ones they sell at $ 1.95 a piece, they look exactly like the ones I have in the box but I buy a few anway (sucker) since I need to know the secret spots also. 8.30 am and 35 smuckaroos later I drive up the hill about where the hatchery is and tie in my new better than mine black parachute ant, jump into my waders and realize I needed to bring a sweater or two, the temperature is chilling 40 deg. and t-shirt does not provide much warmth, well, next time, maybe the sun comes up and warms me up, or all the fish I'm going to catch, yup, that's it, adrenaline pumping I start towards the river, jump in the water and start casting, not realizing my waders are slowly filling up with water, thats not all, everybody else has the secret black ant in the end of their line, seems like it wasn't a big secret after all. By 11 am the fishing was shoulder to shoulder and wait for your turn, I saw two arguments break out and decided to leave. Got to the house, wrung the socks and headed for Hunter and Banks for a new pair of wader, none my size left and the guy is telling me how tall I am, trying to sell me a pair of G3's in size LT, large and tall, I'm 5'10" and 170 pounds, If I'm paying 375.00 for a pair of waders, I want them to fit, am I wrong? the guy seemed to think so. No waders in the whole driving distance, so next best thing, 3M tent water repellent, works great, $ 4.99 at local WM and I'm back in business.
Day 2 Wake up earlier than yesterday, destination same, but this time I decide to hike where there is no "tourists", 3 mile hike from the last parking spot and I find a perfect place, I haven't seen anybody for about an hour or so and decide to make camp, I have an old army issue multi pan and burner set up from Finland and decide to make some coffee while I'll scout the area. 30 min later the coffee is ready sun is shining and the life can't get any better than this, I already had couple of good bites on dries and emergers so I knew I wasn't gettin skunked, except it started pouring rain, the river started roaming and my little pond was starting to look like lake okeechobee coming over the barrier, Thank You Hennessy Hammock for the extra large rain sleeve you sent me with my hammock, and two minutes later I was under cover again. The rain eventually went away but there was no fishing with dry flies anymore so I changed into woolly buggers and some other patterns, fishing was pretty good, I caught a few and lost a few. On my way back I met with some other guys who were caught in the rain as well and they were surprised to see me dry and happy, they were not. Great day.
Day 3 Wake up even earlier since I'm supposed to spend some time with my F-inlaw, whisper in my wife's ear if she minds if I go fishing for couple of hours, she says no, I'm out of there.
Same spot as yester day, checked the forecast first, sunny and warm, got there around 7.30 a.m, and to my disappointment there was somebody already, started making coffee and watching the guy pulling trout almost every cast, whatta ####, invited him for a coffee and found out he was local and third generation Davidson fly-fisher, traded stories and lies about this and that, and finally we got into talking about the river and how to catch fish, we both agreed the hatchery creates its own little world down below, and the fish are best caught on midges, but what was he using up here? surprise, egg patterns, not the perfect little round balls we all make on our vises, but fuzzy, un-even, pink, salmon, green and brown balls of fur, he told me his grand father used them, his father used them and they still work, any simple non groomed fly I had in my boxes, he told me, would work up there, I asked about the ants and he started laughing, so the ants were the ones the shop owners needed to get rid off this week, was his answer.
We fished few hours together and I learned alot about back-country fishing, thanks to my extra effort to carry my cooking stuff with me, I made a friend who shoved me how to catch, prepare and enjoy and open fire trout on stream side, (it seems like the locals can catch and eat one trout a day).
Thanks for the lesson Steven, hopefully we can do it again sometime.
After all this, my camera was in the car, but what its worth, I caught one of my biggest trouts, 23.+" and also the smallest 2.75" trout.
That day I caught 22 trouts, propably more than I have caught altogether on those countless trips up the different rivers of NC, and it made me realize, trout fishing can be fun, it does not need to be just an excuse to get out of the house anymore.