Sunday Morning Session

Was miserable when I woke up this AM.  Allergy season is hitting me hard, despite medication, and my head felt like it was going to explode from congestion.  My remedy (as with most things) was to go fishing.

It was a beautiful morning.  Even, might I say without sounding like a wuss, a bit chilly.  When I hit Valley Creek this AM, the thermometer in my car said it was 57 degrees.  Haven't felt an autumn chill like that in a while, it felt really good.

Look at the focus & intensity on this idiot

If you read my blog regularly, there was nothing revolutionary (get it?...revolutionary...Valley Creek...Valley Forge National park...) about my morning of fishing.  I fished my standard nymphs below dries and landed more than a handful of little Valley brownies.  Here's two, they could almost be brothers.

I also thought I'd do a little exploring, so I hopped in the car and drove 5 minutes over to Little Valley Creek, which I guess is an offshoot or tributary of Valley Creek.  I had never been there, and it was some really tight fishing.  It was very difficult to maneuver my tenkara rod for casts, probably would have been better off with a 5 foot spinning outfit.  Most sections were maybe 6 or so feet wide bank to bank, but it did have some really cool pockets and eddies that held some small trout.

The biggest trout I encountered were hanging out under this neat stone bridge, but I wasn't able to bring any Little Valley Creek trout to hand.  Maybe another day.

Another light weekend session in the book.  In case you haven't noticed, I love fishing Valley Creek.