The Swing is the Thing
Today was a day of strange occurances. For starters, I took a day off of work to go fishing….. As my typical luck would have it we have been pelted by rain pretty much non-stop for a week. Then today the weather in Erie took a turn for even colder temps and we got snow. Yes folks, snow in April…. I’m over it too.
The creek was chocolate milk. High, fast, cold, chocolate milk to be exact. Now one might say that it’s hard to describe a 28 degree day in April on a blown out creek as beautiful, yet that’s exactly what it was.
CW and I walked a few miles of creek, made several not so safe crossings, and saw exactly ZERO people. For anyone who frequents the Erie tribs during steelhead season you know that rare is the day that you have a section of creek to yourself let alone the entire body of water.
Elk Creek is not known for it’s swinging opportunities in part to the makeup of the water but mostly to never really having much room. With switch rod in hand and smile on face I figured that this was as good a day as any to see if I could swing up a fish or two. I found a run that at lower waters wouldn’t have enough flow but today was perfect!
Snap T, swing, dangle, step down, repeat…….. Mid way through the run my fly approached the end of the swing and all of a sudden came tight. Head shake, head shake, game on!
While far from the largest steelhead I’ve ever buttoned up or even the prettiest, this was the first fish I have ever stuck on the swing on an PA trib so beautiful it was. CW managed a small hen as well and we both walked away feeling good and celebrating another day on the water.
I know I say it often, but I’ll say it again. Sometimes the most imperfect days are just…. perfect.
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,