April 29 – Wednesday
Finally a warm, sunny day. I am on the river at 7:00 in the morning, flanked by a bunch of other Long Island Flyrodders and head up to beat 2 and beyond. Beyond is beat 1 which is not a beat, at least not one they assign. It is bordered by dense underbrush and thorn bushes.
I make it to the top with a few scratches on my hands from the over-grown path. This is not one of the more popular beats. My plan is to fish streamers all day unless they start to rise. I start with a light green wooly bugger with a bead head and have my first fish on shortly. A nice brookie. Hard to tell if it is stocked but I suppose it is. Colorful it was not. I work the pool from a variety of angles and try a few more flies, but not another bite. After a while I work my way down.
There is a lot of good holding water throughout this section (1 and 2, that is) and there is no reason for it not to hold trout. Even though I don’t think they physically put fish in above the top of 4, or maybe 3, I am confident that I will have another hit. One bend is so deep I almost have water coming over the top of my waders. There are caddis on the water and more come as the morning wears on. Now a few mayflies – light tan ones in maybe a size 14. I come to the end of 2. I am fairly certain my friend on 3 has moved down, and perhaps out, since it is 10:30. The session will end at 11, such is suburban fishing in state parks. I sit and tie on a dry fly, even though there are no rises. Flip my 14 Adams in the current a few times, then, getting on the path, I walk back along the stream searching for movement, a shadow, something. I do not see a fish; couldn’t even scare one.
My friend is enjoying his cigar on the bank side bench at 4 and we chat. He saw nothing today, and nothing for the last few times he has been here. We are all speculating on what is going on. The river is in very good shape. Strong flow, cool, lots of pockets and pools. We know they put fish in, every week, but no one is catching or even seeing them. Cormorants? Otters? More likely poachers, and not the “kids with worms” type either.
Has to be a more determined and strategic group that can make such a clean sweep of the place. As I am driving out of the park, I notice state and park police cars over at the office. Clarence said they were coming to try and figure out how to patrol the area.
I have the answer, by the way. It is simple. Just open the park 24 hours and let us in to fish. We will certainly scare away the poachers – or at least catch the fish before they get them. Worth thinking about.
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