PA vs. DE

After four years of college at the University of Delaware, I graduated. Returning home I spent the summer fishing my favorite home waters with my fingers crossed for an interview. It never came. What came was an offer to teach back in Delaware at a relatively brand new school, so I jumped at the chance and I am extremely excited about it. So I moved back down to Delaware and officially have my own little flat back near my old stomping grounds at UD. Im glad to be in the area but the fishing isn't so great. I am missing the home waters. BIG TIME. 

I Miss My Dogs Too.

So I moved to Delaware to teach and my brother moved from Baltimore to the British Virgin Islands to teach. Adam remains in Pennsylvania. This River Is Wild is going to get pretty diversified over the next year. As for me, I need to find some alternative forms of fly fishing. I spent the majority of the day google earthing nearby lakes and ponds hoping to find some golden bones but my day long adventure produced nothing. I ended up heading to one of the nicest streams in Delaware: White Clay Creek. It got me thinking about my home water again so here is a comparison of the quarry and environment.

Pennsylvania: Limestone & Freestone Streams full of native and stocked trout. 

Appalachia.

Stocked Brown.

The Bugs.

Wild Brown Stimulator (Adam).

Skinny Water Browns.

Aquashicola Rainbow.

Aquashicola Native.

Delaware: Sandy, Muddy, and Somewhat Freestone Streams full of fallfish, small smallmouth, sunfish and the occasional stocked trout who survived the summer.

Small Smallmouth.

Voracious Sunfish.

Freshly Caught Rope Swing That Went Along With The Homeless Women I Almost Stepped On Hopping Over a Fallen Tree.

Delaware Chubs Fight Hard.

And Are Plentiful.

Delaware Deer.

Heading Back Thinking About All The New Water That Lies Ahead & The Fall Stripers, Steelhead, and Browns That Await.

PA vs. DE

After four years of college at the University of Delaware, I graduated. Returning home I spent the summer fishing my favorite home waters with my fingers crossed for an interview. It never came. What came was an offer to teach back in Delaware at a relatively brand new school, so I jumped at the chance and I am extremely excited about it. So I moved back down to Delaware and officially have my own little flat back near my old stomping grounds at UD. Im glad to be in the area but the fishing isn't so great. I am missing the home waters. BIG TIME. 

I Miss My Dogs Too.

So I moved to Delaware to teach and my brother moved from Baltimore to the British Virgin Islands to teach. Adam remains in Pennsylvania. This River Is Wild is going to get pretty diversified over the next year. As for me, I need to find some alternative forms of fly fishing. I spent the majority of the day google earthing nearby lakes and ponds hoping to find some golden bones but my day long adventure produced nothing. I ended up heading to one of the nicest streams in Delaware: White Clay Creek. It got me thinking about my home water again so here is a comparison of the quarry and environment.

Pennsylvania: Limestone & Freestone Streams full of native and stocked trout. 

Appalachia.

Stocked Brown.

The Bugs.

Wild Brown Stimulator (Adam).

Skinny Water Browns.

Aquashicola Rainbow.

Aquashicola Native.

Delaware: Sandy, Muddy, and Somewhat Freestone Streams full of fallfish, small smallmouth, sunfish and the occasional stocked trout who survived the summer.

Small Smallmouth.

Voracious Sunfish.

Freshly Caught Rope Swing That Went Along With The Homeless Women I Almost Stepped On Hopping Over a Fallen Tree.

Delaware Chubs Fight Hard.

And Are Plentiful.

Delaware Deer.

Heading Back Thinking About All The New Water That Lies Ahead & The Fall Stripers, Steelhead, and Browns That Await.

The Yough.

This River is Wild left the Upper Potomac and headed to the next stop in line, the Yougiogheny River. We heard a lot about the Yough from local fly shops and magazines and had high expectations. We also heard it was some more crazy water to fish, with massive fluctuations in flows and some class V rapids. We ended up deciding to fish the catch and release section of the Yough which encompasses a few miles beginning upstream from Sang Run. We arrived early that morning to heavy showers and the rain continued throughout the entire day.

Easy Choice.

Weirdest Chubs of All Time.

Hooking Up.

Again.

Most Acrobatic Fish of the Trip.

We immediately began catching small bows and browns who eagerly attacked not only our nymphs but our large dries as well. These small fish were easily, pound for pound, the hardest fighting fish of the trip. Most likely due to their environment and the ever changing flows of their habitat. During our time at the Yough the river was low and and the water was very shallow making it difficult to find the holding water of the resident trout. After fishing several miles Adam and I found several nice pockets that contained numerous fish. For our efforts we only caught one large fish, a bow pushing 15 inches. Several large rainbows approaching 25 inches were spooked in the long glides of the river and we missed some nice brown trout. Overall the experience on the Youghiogheny was difficult despite the number of fish that were caught.

6wt is Straining.

Get Out of That Rock!

Big Bow.

Relaxing With a Warm Stogy.

The Yough.

This River is Wild left the Upper Potomac and headed to the next stop in line, the Yougiogheny River. We heard a lot about the Yough from local fly shops and magazines and had high expectations. We also heard it was some more crazy water to fish, with massive fluctuations in flows and some class V rapids. We ended up deciding to fish the catch and release section of the Yough which encompasses a few miles beginning upstream from Sang Run. We arrived early that morning to heavy showers and the rain continued throughout the entire day.

Easy Choice.

Weirdest Chubs of All Time.

Hooking Up.

Again.

Most Acrobatic Fish of the Trip.

We immediately began catching small bows and browns who eagerly attacked not only our nymphs but our large dries as well. These small fish were easily, pound for pound, the hardest fighting fish of the trip. Most likely due to their environment and the ever changing flows of their habitat. During our time at the Yough the river was low and and the water was very shallow making it difficult to find the holding water of the resident trout. After fishing several miles Adam and I found several nice pockets that contained numerous fish. For our efforts we only caught one large fish, a bow pushing 15 inches. Several large rainbows approaching 25 inches were spooked in the long glides of the river and we missed some nice brown trout. Overall the experience on the Youghiogheny was difficult despite the number of fish that were caught.

6wt is Straining.

Get Out of That Rock!

Big Bow.

Relaxing With a Warm Stogy.