Fall foliage in the George Washington National Forest is breathtaking. Add in a gin clear, cool running mountain stream and it gets even more beautiful. Now pile on top of that a size #16 Parachute Adams drifting naturally through a likely fish holding hole, then suddenly a native brook trout rushes from the stream bottom busting the water's surface engulfing that mayfly imitation. Talking about spectacular beauty-- it really doesn't get any better.
My friend Paul and I fished the Dry River not far from the West Virginia state line the other day in search of native brookies on dry flies. This was Paul's first crack at fly fishing for brook trout and I found myself watching and reflecting when I first started fishing these mountain streams in search of these prized little gems that have survived thousands of years in these waters.
Though the water was a little lower and the fish a bit smaller than what we had hoped for, the time spent in this natural setting couldn't be beat.
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| One dog-gone good fly fishing guide |
Earlier in the day we stopped by Beaver Creek to fish for a few hours. Paul hooked 3 rainbows but none were brought to hand. After catching a rock bass in the long, slow pool upstream from the elementary school, we bribed a local for some intel on where the fish were holding. The price was steep (several dog biscuits) but worth it as within minutes of the bribe, Paul hooked into a nice fallfish also known as the freshwater bonefish.
All in all, a great Columbus Day on the water.
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