About a week ago I made a quick evening trip to my local fishing hole, Irondequoit Creek. It was a weekend of quick changing temperatures and higher flows. The fish seemed content not to feed. I was able to land a small brown on a territorial strike on a streamer but the fishing was slow.
This weekend was a bit different. By Saturday evening we were fortunate enough to have a longer stretch of warm weather and the flows started to come down. A front was starting to move in with its overcast skies. There was a nice caddis hatch coming off and good overall conditions.
The first two holes I hit didn’t yeild much, but the third hole had fish waiting. I put on a soft hackle prince nymph on to my 3 wt and started fishing. After a couple casts I hooked into a 10″ bown that jump into the air and was actually difficult to land. I was able to hook a couple more and land one.
Moving onto the next hole there were not fish to be had. Thinking that the fishing was over for the evening I relunctantly moved onto the next hole. I am glad a did. Stating off with a streamer I was disappointed. Not even a single hit. Then switching back to the prince nymph, I fished down stream from the bank. I instantly got a hit. I landed another 10″ brown. Once again motivated by my success I continued to fish the same hole and was able to hook up several larger fish and finally landing a spunky 12″ brown.
Soon I will be driving longer distances to different rivers and creeks in search of much larger fish. Not a bad way to spend two hours less than 10 miles from my house.
