My first "real" day of fishing since I returned from working a dockside ship in Baltimore. Fishing from a canoe has its problems. Two good anchors are mandatory. Friday morning saw a good hatch of chironomids and surface actions. A pheasant tail emerger (ask for one at Patrick's) scored one good fighting fish ending with a LDR. Later switched to soloing in my float tube. Scored a fat, strong-fighting rainbow that had to be at least 18 inches using a wine-colored bugger-like fly that had a phylo-collar. Again, ask for one at Patrick's. I used this fly, because it was the closest thing I thought I had to a Rickard's Seal Bugger. I actually was far off the mark, but the real secret was using a fast, full-sink line to slow troll at the bottom. Another guy in a float tube was scoring regularly with black chironomids.
On Saturday, I returned to the canoe with a large rock for a second anchor. It kind of helped. Still, me and Margaret took three very nice trout on a black gold-bead and a red gold bead chironomid pupa patterns. Mine were 'bows, and Margaret's was a very nice brown. Though the guy from Friday ended his Saturday with at least 13 fish, we returned home very happy with memories of a couple of nice fatties to reflect upon.
Last word on Dry Falls is that the morning seems to produce better fighters. More dissolved oxygen in the water? Go figure.
Ciao and Tight Lines!
--Dave E.