started off rowing us into one of our favorite stretches of water for night fishing. We almost always hook into a fish in this stretch. It’s slower water with a lot of structure so the fish have places to hide and hunt. Jim was throwing a deer hair mouse pattern and working it off the bank, or as close to it as he could in the dark, who really knows where the fly was landing but it looked good to us. He covered that entire stretch and didn’t get a bite. Again, this has been my experience with mousing and I was half tempted to back row up the stretch and do it again with a streamer but decided I was too lazy. Jim was also determined to stick with the mouse pattern.

This was my third Sunday in a row where I participated in a fly fishing competition. I left my house Saturday night and began the 4 hour drive to the Little Juniata River. My friend Dave allowed me to stay at his camper, so I spent the night there. I haven’t fished the Little J in a long time and have never been on this particular section where the competition was taking place. The meeting started at 6:30am and I found out that I drew the second session which meant I would be controlling another angler during the first session. I preferred this because I could get a good look at the water and come up with a game plan before fishing. While I was controlling the first session, I spent a few seconds flipping rocks and looking at bugs to get an idea of what to start with. I noticed a lot of dark nymphs under the rocks so I had a plan to start with a black perdigon.

This weeks comp was located on Fishing Creek in Pennsylvania. I don’t have much experience on this stream, but it looked a lot like water I grew up fishing. I drew a beat that looked pretty good from the road and I was excited to start things off. I used my typical set up with a perdigon and an emerger, but the flows looked really low, so I sized down to .12 pierre sempe and 7x tippet. Taking my learnings from the prior week, I was focused on improving my landing ratio by tying better knots and staying relaxed during the fight.

I’ve been dabbling with the competition fishing scene, I use this as a great way to observe much better anglers fish so that I can learn by watching them. I had done my first one about a year ago in the middle of winter and picked up a few things for sure. With a busy work schedule and life with 2 kids, I hadn’t signed up for anymore until I noticed 3 comps coming up in September that were close enough to drive to. I signed up and got into all 3 and was really looking forward to learning some new things.

We got to our next destination which was another tailwater in a completely different part of the state. Unlike the first river, this one is not known for a lot of fish, but it does carry the occasional big one. I fished with Ryan the first day and he started out in the front of the boat. We agreed to switch spots when the guy in front landed a nice fish. We started the day blind casting hoppers and pmd dries near the banks until we spotted heads to target. As we floated down the river, we had a few takes, but didn’t connect. In one section, there was a really nice trout coming up and sipping dries, Ryan moved into position and had a take, but didn’t connect. We worked that run a bit longer and got back into the boat. As we came into a really fast run, a nice rainbow came up and sipped Ryans hopper, he set the hook and landed a good fighting fish.

The next few days were just as incredible as the first. We were guided for 2 more days and rented drift boats on the final day before heading over to the next tailwater on day 5. We floated different sections of the river and went through some beautiful canyons, saw plenty of bald eagles, osprey, elk, mule deer, and even bighorn sheep! As we got lower on the river, there seemed to be a better mix of brown trout, on the first day it was pretty much all rainbows.

It was finally time for our 7 day fishing trip to Montana.  I’ve been out west mulitpile times for hunting and family ski trips, but only once to fish.  My friend Jim put together a great fishing itinerary that included 7 days of fishing, 6 of which would be guided. We would spend the first 4 days on a tailwater, 3 of which would be guided and the fourth day we would rent drift boats and go on our own.  After that we would head to another part of the state to fish another tailwater for 3 more days. 

This summer has been pretty brutal, with the high temperatures and low rainfall, options to fish are fairly limited close to home. The only real options are some popular tailwaters, so I called up a few friends, loaded up the driftboat and headed north. We got to the ramp around 8:00AM and shuttled the cars. We started the day in a run that is usually really productive. I used a single fly or a tandem rig with lighter flies and focused on using my casting technique to get the flies deep fast. This is something i'm trying to get better at without having to use heavier beads to get down low so that everything looks more natural to these heavily pressured fish. Jim, Dave, and I worked this run very thoroughly and were not able to produce any big numbers, which was suprising. I did land a nice rainbow at the tailout which took my single sulphur colored perdigon.

For the past 5 years, we’ve spent two days in the Catskills each spring as part of a work related trip. My friend Jim organizes this trip and is gracious enough to have his company, and a few other companies sponsor the 2 day event. The goal is to mostly dry fly fish, but somedays the fish aren’t really looking up. Friday was one of those days! We managed to anchor the boat up and do a little nymph fishing. The water we fish is one of the most pressured fisheries in the area, so I like to keep things small. I was using 5x sighter with 6x tippet and 18-20 was my go to fly size. As usual, my entire leader is just 50’ of sighter material attached directly to my tippet. Simple and small, but very effective at times, especially fishing bigger water. With this thin and light set up, I always feel more comfortable fishing a little farther away when I can’t wade any closer.