Family…Trout…Springtime. It’s turning into a nice tradition. For the past five years my wife and I have been fortunate to mix family and fly fishing with annual spring visits to the Shenandoah Valley. We spend a couple days with my wife’s sister and her husband. There’s nothing better than a day fishing some of the best trout streams in the valley with family, followed by a day or two getting caught up on our “busy” lives. Since this is a blog about fishing I’ll leave most of the family stuff for another time or place.
Any fishermen who makes plans for a trip well in advance knows that weather is the one key element that is out of their control. Plans made in December for a May fishing trip are subject to short term weather patterns. To overcome a weather issue we usually make two or three dates a week apart in case the streams are blown out. As the day of the trip approaches I’m continually looking at forecasts and radar as well as trading emails with Art, my brother-in-law, to determine if the streams will be fishable. This year tested all of us at some point.
Beginning in late April it rained in the Shenandoah Valley almost every day. From what I’ve learned, the trout streams seem to handle the rain well but the method of trying to fool the fish changes. Higher water will bring a stain to even the clearest streams, and streamer fishing may be the only option, as hatches may get interrupted. Sure enough it was raining the three days before our scheduled date. The last report I received was the streams will be fishable. So, we packed the car and drove from Cleveland to Harrisonburg, Virginia. Now, that is a big first step because there’s no turning back. It’s like saying “we’re fishing come hell or high water”. Driving into Pennsylvania it started raining, and didn’t stop until we got to the hotel. One last email exchange with my brother-in-law updated us on the weather. He said the forecast changed, and the low pressure was going to hang over the area, bringing more rain during the night. He and my sister-in-law were going to make the trip early the next morning from Williamsburg but the thought was we would have to be very lucky to fish.
Clouds hung around for most of the morning, but at least it was dry.
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We met at Mossy Creek Fly Shop the next morning, and Brian Trow, our guide, and owner of the shop (along with his brother, Colby), checked the USGS site for the latest flow report. After reviewing the site it was decided that we would drive to the stream, get an up-close look and determine whether to fish it or not. Brian knows Smith Creek like no one else, having fished and guided there for a number of years. Smith is a classic limestoner, and handles higher flows well. Looking at the water Brian said it’s a go. We would fish a few holes to see how the action was. If it wasn’t producing we would make the trip to Mossy Creek. I’ve fished Smith about four times and each time the water was low and clear. This time it was up about a foot with a little stain, so, it was going to fish differently. It was going to be a streamer and nymph game. There were a few tricos in the air, and later some sulphurs showed up, but the topwater feed never materialized.
Smith Creek was elevated with a slight stain.
Brian's trying to get me to cast to the opposite bank and let the current swing the streamer through the pool.
With overcast skies to start, fishing on Smith was tough. I managed one strike in the first pool we tried but missed the hookup. Moving to another pool didn’t produce any fish. Finally, moving further downstream I managed to land about a 10” rainbow. We were all hoping the fish were turning on.
The skunk is off as a small rainbow came to hand.
Mid-morning turned into late morning when I swung a black crystal bugger off a ledge. Midstream, another rainbow hit the streamer, and after several swipes with the net, landed it. Two casts later, swinging the streamer through the pool, I felt the tug again. This time I knew it was a stronger, larger fish. The fish took several runs up and downstream before a nice, 17” rainbow came to hand. A couple more takes and misses closed out my morning session.
This 17" ranibow put up a good fight.
Art worked several pools, also swinging a streamer. He did manage to hook into a nice rainbow but it ended up being a long distance release. Overall, the stream wasn’t as good as we know it can be. When Smith is on, you can get into double digits very easily.
Over lunch we had a discussion about what the afternoon will look like. Brian received a call from one of his guides saying that Mossy Creek was in great shape despite the recent rains. So, we decided to drive to Mossy.
Mossy Creek is a true spring creek. Brown trout thrive there. The stream is maybe 15’ to 20’ in width. Like many spring creeks, the vegetation creates channels. So, the casts need to target the edges and clean water. The browns will lay along the edges and ambush any food that drifts by. Also, like many spring creeks, Mossy is very technical. Clear water necessitates stealth, with upstream casts a must. The first year I started fly fishing we fished Mossy and I was overwhelmed. Truthfully, my casting sucked and I got blanked. Now, five years later I was fishing it again, so it was going to be another test.
A beautiful stretch of Mossy Creek.
It was overcast with a little drizzle when we stated to fish Mossy, but it didn’t last long. The clouds parted, and it was full sunshine the rest of the afternoon. Not what we needed at this point. The fishing was slow. We were using size 18 and 20 nymphs under a PMX dry with no activity. I moved downstream, and Brian switched my flies out for a black crystal bugger. I began to dead drift it down a channel when a brown trout came out from the bank and nailed it. After a nice little fight I landed my first wild brown trout. That made my day.
My first wild brown.
There was very little action the rest of the afternoon. I think the trout were playing with us. I had one bump my strike indicator, and had a couple trout investigate my offering but none committed to it. Art was drifting a streamer behind a small boulder and a brown kept following it but it also never committed to it. That was it for the day.
Even this turtle had a tough day.
Overall, the fishing was tough but I learned a little more, and hopefully will be a better fisherman because of it. Can’t wait for a return visit.
Go out and fool a fish!
Here's a short video of the day on the water my wife put together. Enjoy.
