With bass season winding down and the Shenandoah National Park not producing bigger brookies (at least not yet), I headed up (or down) the I-81 corridor this morning and headed over to Beaver Creek.
In the past Beaver has provided both lights out fast-action fishing and some frustratingly slow action.... I was anxious to see what today would bring.
That fish thrashed up and down the hole and I figured the hole was spooked so I ventured upstream and put on a nymph rig with a San Juan Worm trailed by a Copper John. It wasn't long before I had another nice hookup and another beautiful rainbow brought to hand.
The bite slowed after that. I picked up a couple of fallfish and a smallmouth bass, but no more trout until I got to the upstream end of the creek where it passes under the road. I changed up my fly combo and tied a size 20 RS2 as the trailer. Probably the best hookset of the day and one more rainbow landed after a spirited battle.
I fish my way back downstream again. The water was off color today.... not a chocolate blown out look but more of a milky, chalky look -- not sure what the cause, but the creek had a different feel.
Finally I ended back where I started. I had fished about 4 hours and was ready to call it a morning but I wanted to try and hook one more fish. Luckily I found a local guide who put me on to my last fish.
He followed me the entire length of the creek and several times I heard him yelp -- I'm sure from busting thru his electric fence barrier! I'll need to bring some dog treats next time I revisit.
Last fish of the day.
All in all a good morning.
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