Archive | September, 2016

Great Week in VA Comes to an End

blog-sept-22-2016-flyfishing-seminars-jeff-currierMy week in Virginia ended with a bang last night.  I spent the afternoon doing presentations including “Improve Your Fishing Photography” and “Warmwater Fly Fishing” along with “Casting in the Wind and the Double Haul”.  Then last night for the Fly Fishers of Virginia banquet I presented “Trout Bumming the World”.  Everyone is ready to get on an airplane and go somewhere I can promise you that!

Thanks so much Fly Fishers of Virginia, Colby and Brian Trow of Mossy Creek Fly Fishing, Art Web and Capt. Mike Standing and Richard Wright for giving me a week to remember right here in the good ole USA!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Smallmouth Bass on the James River

blog-sept-21-2016-1-flyfishing-the-james-river-vaThe Mossy Creek Fly Fishing boys, Colby and Brian Trow, took me fly fishing for smallmouth bass and longnose gar on the James River today.  It’s my last day of fishing VA before I speak tomorrow to Fly Fishers of Virginia.  Best of all, I’ve I kicked the flu thing and this morning I felt human again.


blog-sept-21-2016-2-fly-fishing-the-james-riverWe met at 5:30 AM and found ourselves launching their raft at dawn.  It was warm, the wind was nonexistent and we had overcast skies.  Everything seemed perfect for smallmouth fishing to me but down here the Trow’s prefer sun so they can sight fish both the bass and the gar.  While they did a float shuttle I relaxed and took in the beauty of the James River.


blog-sept-21-2016-3-mossy-creek-flyfishingThe bottom of the James was pure sand with scattered rocks and weeds.  The banks were lined with beautiful hardwood forest.  Some trees leaned over the water while others were completely submerged.  We drifted down the bank like on a trout river back home.  I was up front dead drifting a cicada pattern looking similar to a popper however there’s no popping involved.  Brian was in back stripping a small Clouser minnow.


blog-sept-21-2016-4-cicada-fly-patternsThe James River is where the Trow’s normally catch only a few bass but they’re big as opposed to the Shenandoah where you catch lots of fish but they’re small.  Nonetheless I cranked in several small bass right out of the gates on Colby’s cicada pattern.


blog-sept-21-2016-5-jeff-currier-smallmouth-fishing-james-riverWe saw a few gar.  I’ve caught spotted gar but these longnose are much bigger.  The Trow’s had me tossing a special secret streamer at them.  I got some refusals at first but eventually got one to crunch the fly.  Unfortunately, gar are hard to hook because of their bony mouths and my potential new species came off before the net.  That was the one and only bummer on this relaxing day in paradise!


blog-sept-21-2016-6-redbreast-sunfishWhile the poor light from clouds limited our sight fishing we enjoyed a steady flow of action from small smallies.  I thought it was fun but the Trow’s were annoyed because usually the smallmouth are big here.  Also fun were these scrappy and colorful redbreast sunfish.  I love warmwater fly fishing for all the neat fish you can catch in a day.


blog-sept-21-2016-7-flyfishing-smallmouth-bassAs always I kept my fly in the water and I came through in the end. While I finally scraped up a few 14” smallies and also a 16”, it was a smallmouth bass of over 18” we were hoping for.  Lo and behold, literally off the last bank before the boat ramp, I got the pig of the day.  He’s not fat, but he was exactly 19.5”.


blog-sept-21-2016-8-mossycreekfly-fishingIt’s been a great week fishing down here in Virginia.  A special thanks to the Colby and Brian Trow of Mossy Creek Fly Fishing.  They know the fishing down this way whether it be trout, warmwater fish or even the saltwater.  If you find yourself in VA you ought to look them up.


Tomorrow I’ll fulfill how this trip came to be by giving an afternoon of fly fishing seminars followed by an evening presentation to Fly Fishers of Virginia.  Then its home sweet home on Friday for some fall fishing.


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Tropical Storm Continues My Marlin on Fly Curse

On a scale of 1-10 (10 being best) the way I felt at bedtime last night was about a 2.5.  When we got up at 4 AM to get back on the Waterman to try and catch a marlin on the fly this morning, I’d jumped to a 4 and I was going.  But at 4:15 AM Capt. Mike Standing called and canceled the trip due to Tropical Storm Julia.  Back to bed we went.  Was it the banana boat?


My nickname “Monsoon Currier” reared its ugly head and my marlin on a fly curse goes on.  I laugh about both at this point in my life but it is amazing.  Me and the Mossy Creek Fly Fishing Trow brothers are resting today but tomorrow we’ll float down the James River in search of the biggest smallmouth bass of my life and perhaps my first longnose gar on the fly.


Bad weather and bad luck will never win over me in my fly fishing travels!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

A Monster of the Darkness

blog-sept-19-2016-1-swordfishingI was in that deep rest.  The kind of rest just before sleep when the back of the Waterman went off like a scene in Jaws.  The drag of the giant saltwater reel holding our swordfish rod screamed and stressful shouts came from Brian Trow, “Currier! Currier! Currier!”


I was dozing upstairs in the Captain’s Chair with my ear to an alarm that warns us of oncoming vessels.  I was coherent for action.  When I heard the reel and my name at the same time – I knew – we may have a swordfish on.


Brian and I were on watch and we’d already decided the first bite was his.  So I remained on the second deck and hung over the rail while Brian wearily stood next to the rod stressfully bent.  Thank god it was secure in a rod holder.  Within a minute everyone was up on the deck.


The sizzling run lasted more than a minute.  Brian raised the drag pressure in the middle of the run fearing the line was leaving too fast.  All it did was cause the fish to run harder.  Watching the havoc sent shivers up my spine.  I wanted to see this fish but was also creeped out.  Then the line stopped.


blog-sept-19-2016-2-swordfishing-vaThere was some anticipation at this point.  Swordfish are known to run then turn around and charge the boat.  With the longest sharpest bills of all billfish this wouldn’t be good.  We peered into the Atlantic ready for an angry monster to explode from the darkness.


The rod sat silent for more than a minute.  Then without taking the rod from the holder, Capt. Mike reeled.  He cranked hard for more than three minutes and soon we saw what was left of our squid bait.  Our swordfish was now only a mystery fish and he was gone.  I haven’t been so disappointed by a lost fish since the Africanus last year in Oman.


While Capt. Mike, Richard and Art returned to bed, Colby, Brian and I were amped and ready for the next bite.  However shortly before 2 AM I became ill.  And I don’t mean seasick.  I mean stomach problems I won’t describe that turned to achy body hell.  The pain in my joints and back was so bad I took eight Advil’s before sunrise.  I was miserable.



Art Webb photo

Once daylight arrived, I remained on the couch in the Waterman’s cabin.  I could hardly move.  I was in the fetal position hoping I could make it to the deck if a marlin came.  Instead, what came was a dolphin blitz and soon Colby, Brian and Art were all hooked up.


blog-sept-19-2016-4-jeff-currier-flyfishing-for-dolphinI must truly be a fishing fool because despite feeling like death warmed over, I dragged myself to the deck.  I reached my Winston and made a godawful crappy cast.  I was almost hoping the darting dolphin would refuse my fly.  But they act like they’re starving.  Less than a minute earlier I was dying on the couch, now I was getting worked over by a hard fighting game fish.


blog-sept-19-2016-5-flyfishing-with-art-webbOne dolphin was all I could handle.  It sounds lame but I tell you, I felt like I was going to die.  The rest of our day produced only two casts for white marlinBrian had a marlin hot to trot but when his fly landed the marlin ran the opposite direction a 100ft then sank from sight.  I too made a cast and it was good.  But my marlin left also.
blog-sept-19-2016-6-marlin-fishing-with-jeff-currierWe returned to port this afternoon earlier than planned.  Tropical Storm Julia has repaid her visit.  We are presently at Art Webb’s house and I am sicker than I was when I woke up.  The aching is unbearable and I can’t keep my eyes open.  Perhaps a 24-hour flu?


As it stands now, weather depending we plan to get up at 4 AM and meet Capt. Mike for one more shot at a marlin on the fly from here in Virginia.  I simply hope I’m alive.  Right now it’s seems doubtful but I’m not a normal man.


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Fish with Bills

blog-sept-18-2016-1-flyfishing-virginia-beachWake up time at 4:15 AM came so abruptly I had no idea where I was.  For me it was 2:15 AM because my body was still on Mountain Time.  Then I heard the voices of the Mossy Creek Trow brothers and my new friend, Art Webb.  My senses bounced into action.  I was at Virginia Beach, Virginia to break my “marlin on the fly” curse.


blog-sept-18-2016-2-fishing-on-the-watermanBefore 5 we boarded the well-known Waterman sport fisher and met owner and Capt., Mike Standing and his mate Richard Wright.  The Waterman is a 63’ Scarborough custom fishing boat.  I recognized in seconds this was the nicest boat I’d ever been on.


To go along with its dazzling appearance, the Waterman also has a Seakeeper 1000lb gyro stabilization system that keeps the boat from pitching side to side.  This reduces the chances of seasickness.  I’ve yet to ever get seasick but anything that helps prevent my first bout is welcome because we aren’t only fishing all day, we’re spending the night 70 miles off the coast in the open Atlantic Ocean.


blog-sept-18-2016-3-bioluminescent-planktonMike and Richard gave us a quick orientation then the engines of the Waterman started.  Within a few minutes we were pulling out of the harbor.  Mike kicked the speed up and the wake behind the boat began to glow.  The glow was from the amazing bioluminescent plankton that as it gets disturbed emits its own light.


blog-sept-18-2016-4-flyfishing-for-white-marlinIt was a two hour 70 mile ride out to sea.  Once there we put out five hookless teasers with ballyhoo and started trolling in hopes to attract a billfish.  While we mostly expected white marlin, presently there are a few blue marlin and spearfish as well.  We all watched behind the boat with anticipation.


blog-sept-18-2016-5-marlin-fliesOur fly was the old standard, a big pink popper head type of fly.  The guys generously assigned me to the first shot so I pulled 30ft of fly line off the reel and dropped it into a bucket.  Everything must be ready when the marlin appears because action unfolds fast out here in the bluewater.


blog-sept-18-2016-6-jeff-currier-flyfishing-marlinThe weather was hot and winds were light.  The swells weren’t bad but not far away Tropical Storm Julia was swirling.  There’s no doubt the storm effects our waters and the fish.  The white marlin were everywhere last week but we didn’t see our first until 11.  I dropped my fly right behind his eye and while normally that’s a sure hook up, the smallish five-footer vanished without a strike.


blog-sept-18-2016-7-colby-trow-flyfishing-for-dolphinThe next action didn’t involve a billfish.  As we passed some floating debris Capt. Mike could see colorful fish weaving below.  He made a wide turn and brought us back.  All of us have 9-weights rigged for dolphin and when we were close enough we launched.  I had my Winston Boron III Plus with the Bauer RX 6 and for the next fifteen minutes that school put all of our equipment to the test!


blog-sept-18-2016-8-marlin-fishing-vaWe attracted two more white marlin early afternoon but neither fish teased close enough to cast the fly.  The marlin were definitely acting poorly and perhaps that’s because a massive Chiquita banana boat passed right in front of us.  In case you don’t know, having a banana on a saltwater fishing boat is bad luck.


blog-sept-18-2016-9-sashimi-on-the-boatWe never saw another fish after 3 PM.  It was obvious the fishing wasn’t going to happen.  Nonetheless, the teasers bounced along while we put down some beers.  Along with that, Richard made us sashimi from our fresh dolphin.  Raw fish at a restaurant is great but freshly caught then eaten on the boat is indescribable.


blog-sept-18-2016-10-flyfishing-virginia-beachWhen the sashimi was gone Brian fired the grill.  The Waterman has one built into the deck.  On went thick fillets and more fresh dolphin along with onions and asparagus.  When fishing is slow we still make it happen.  By the time dinner was served we had a spread like that at a fine restaurant.


blog-sept-18-2016-11-flyfishing-for-swordfishFood comas and beer buzzes slowly took over.  Our teasers teased for marlin an hour after sunset.  I’ve always wondered what a teaser would tease after dark but tonight they only hypnotized the anglers.  There were no curious marlin nor mysterious fishes.  At 8 PM we reeled in the teasers and changed our game for the night.

blog-sept-18-2016-13-swordfishing-vaWhat we’re doing now sends chills up my spine.  We are presently drifting 70 miles off the Virginia coast over the Norfolk Canyon.  Its 10:45 PM and I’m staring at two floating empty plastic coke bottles with glow sticks in them suspending our baits.  The moon is out but it’s dark.  The back of the boat is well lit and its shimmering light into the dark eerie depths.  Down in those depths, suspended under the plastic bottles we have three rigged squid baits for swordfish.  One down 250ft, another at 150ft and the last at only 30ft.  The deep ones each have a strobe light to attract attention.  This is the real deal – we are fishing for swordfish!

blog-sept-18-2016-14-bioluminescent-planktonThe swordfish to me is the fish of fairytales, the fish I accepted a long time ago as a species I’d never set eyes on.  Swords are nearly nonexistent in many places around the world where they once thrived but on the East Coast of North America, like the stripers and redfish, they’ve made a comeback.  Whether we catch one or not, it’s incredible to think I’m so close to one.


blog-sept-18-2016-12-flyfishing-for-white-marlinWe’re sleeping in shifts tonight.  Not only does someone need to watch the rods but what if another Chiquita freighter comes?  I don’t want to think about it.  We’ll be certain the watchman doesn’t fall asleep.  Now, let’s cross our fingers that this ole blog gets spiced up by a swordfish!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Virginia Beach Here I Come

blog-sept-17-2016-1-flyfishing-travelYou know I’ve been traveling too much when I say it was an easy jaunt from Idaho to Virginia Beach, Virginia.  But it was.  I left my house in Victor at 4:30 AM and Colby and brother Brian Trow, owners of Mossy Creek Fly Fishing, picked me up from the Richmond airport at 6 PM Eastern time.


blog-sept-17-2016-2-jeff-currier-mossy-creek-flyfishingFrom there it was a two-hour drive to Virginia Beach where we met their friend Art Webb at his favorite Mexican restaurant.  Art is more along the lines of my age and has been saltwater fly fishing the Virginia waters and more for eons.  Art was instrumental bringing fly fishing for marlin to Virginia waters and introduced Colby and Brian to this great chapter in our sport.


blog-sept-17-2016-3-tidewater-flyfishing-marlinColby and Brian have fallen so in love with fly fishing for billfish off their Virginia coastline they went as far as to make a film about it.  After two years of filming with the help of Art, their exciting film, Tidewater, aired in the 2016 F3T Fly Fishing Film Tour.  If you haven’t seen Tidewater yet you need to and the amazing flick can be rented at Vimeo on Demand or purchased at Mossy Creek Fly Fishing website.


So now you get the drift, I’m in Virginia Beach to once and for all break my 20 yearlong “Marlin on fly Curse”.  In the last few weeks’ trolling boats have been averaging 20 white marlin hookups a day, seen plenty of Atlantic blue marlin, spearfish and even a few swordfish.  No doubt, trolling for billfish is much more reliable than fly fishing but if a boat raises 20 for us we should be able to hook five on the fly.


We’re settled into Art’s house for a few hours.  Its midnight and we’re waking up at 4 AM.  Stay tuned.  This marlin curse is gonna end!!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Saved by the Nunya 2016

Sept 12, 2016

blog-sept-13-2016-1-fall-fishingThe Yellowstone Country forecast was dismal for Granny’s days off.  Plummeting temperatures and heavy rains with thunderstorms were predicted.  But it didn’t stop us from floating down the Nunya.


blog-sept-13-2016-2-boise-riverThe weatherman wasn’t wrong.  We headed on our long drive west of Victor only to hit storm after storm.  We made the destination late and after burgers and a few beers at a haunt of ours we slept in the back of the Exploder at our boat ramp to the sound of heavy rain all night.  Miraculously, the rain stopped the minute we woke up to launch our blue boat.


September 13

blog-sept-13-2016-3-flyfishing-idahoOur luck started good.  Not only did the rain hold off but the clouds diminished and the sun worked its way out.  The fish were biting and after Granny landed her third brown trout I filled her Yeti cozy with an ice cold Rainier.


blog-sept-13-2016-4-costa-sunglassesTo say I’ve been on the run lately is an understatement.  The best part about the Nunya in September is that its relaxing.  You can point the boat downstream pull the oars and safely drift.  When the sun popped and warmed things up we did a whole lot of that and fished only the prime locations.


blog-sept-13-2016-5-brown-troutThe leaves are changing therefore so are the browns.  Though spawning is a month away they’re starting to color up.  We didn’t land any of size, which is surprising, however there were plenty of 14 inchers which is a good sign for years to come.


blog-sept-13-2016-6-camping-in-idahoDay 1 on the Nunya was fabulous.  Granny cooked our tradition float lunch of hot dogs.  Then tonight I found us an incredible camping spot.  Granny brought along components for some fancy cocktail while I sipped red wine.  The coyotes were active as were a family of great horned owls.  Perhaps they were chattering about the big storm coming our way.


blog-sept-13-2016-7-granny-currier-flyfishing-idThe storm came on fast.  We were camped against a cliff so we barely saw the warning clouds soon enough.  We hate eating in the rain so Granny went to work quick heating up an already prepared Indian dish that was to die for.  As we scarfed down our last bites the rain started with huge ice cold drops.


September 14

blog-sept-14-2016-8-granny-currier-flyfishingIt was a rugged night in the wilds of Idaho.  The wind ripped and the rain poured.  I slept awful under the thrashing tent worrying about the boat.  It was beached, tied and anchored but heavy rain raises water fast.  But once again this was our lucky weekend.  The rain stopped at 6 AM and other than the fact I had to bail the boat with my Yeti cup the boat was fine.  We broke down camp, pressed coffee and pushed off at a crisp damp 7:15 AM.


blog-sept-14-2016-9-winston-fly-rodsWhen the coffee was gone Granny picked up my 6-weight Winston with two streamers and we put our fishing game faces on.  This was perfect weather conditions to stick the big brown trout we hoped for.  There was plenty of action that first hour but the trout remained small.


blog-sept-14-2016-10-storm-frontsBy 9 AM our luck with the weather ran out.  A front of water-weighted clouds took over the skies and let loose.  It’s a good thing you can rely on Simms when you need too!


blog-sept-14-2016-11-float-fishing-idahoAn hour later the sun was back out and we were fishing again.  The skies were ominous and it wasn’t long before the next storm came.  As long as the sun is coming back I love storms on the river.  This is a good thing seeing my nickname is “Monsoon”.   This particular storm only grazed us and judging by its looks we were fortunate.


blog-sept-14-2016-12-brown-trout-fishingIt was a sweet weekend down the mighty Nunya.  This has been and annual since long before the blog started in 2009.  We were reluctant to attempt it with the forecast but I’m glad we did.  I take chances all the time and am grateful to be born with the “chance it” personality.


blog-sept-14-2016-13-rainbowBetween work and fishing travel there’s been little fishing on my home waters.  Saturday its right back on the road this time to Virginia.  I’m doing a full day of fly fishing seminars and entertaining with my famous presentation, “Trout Bumming the World” for Fly Fishers of Virginia.  But of course, there will be some fishing as well.  Could I finally get my marlin on the fly next week?  Stay tuned!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Weekend with Joe Comes to an End

blog-sept-6-2016-jeff-currier-joe-humphreys-jerry-arnoldJoe Humphrey, Jerry Arnold and I had a casual last day before flying home tonight.  We fed Joes pet fish to start.  This afternoon we wet a line near the airport at a place called Fisherman’s Paradise on Spring Creek.  The trout were hard to find and harder to catch.  Next time I think I’ll chase the carp because there were plenty.   Nonetheless it was a fun end to an incredible and memorable weekend.


That’s it for week.  I’ve been fishing and traveling for 45 days.  I’m way behind on work so the next six days the blog will be quiet.  But stay tuned for next week.  Granny and I plan to float the Nunya no matter what.


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing in Pennsylvania from Trout to Bass

blog-sept-5-2016-1-tying-flies-with-joe-humphreysJoe Humphreys took Jerry and I to a completely different section of Spruce Creek today.  The attractive creek was more winding and the pools were deep.  Before we wadered up Joe broke out the fly tying vise.





blog-sept-5-2016-2-flyfishing-with-antsThe best flies for the creeks here in Pennsylvania in late summer are terrestrials.  I caught most my fish on my Aussie friend Mick Halls Chopper Hopper yesterday but my ants weren’t doing the trick.  Joe prefers a more chewed up looking pattern and he tied several for Jerry and I.


blog-sept-5-2016-3-jerry-arnold-dallas-txWithout wadering up, Jerry walked right out from Joes tying picnic bench and caught a nice rainbow.  He made it look easy and proceeded to catch a few more then disappear upstream walking the manicured creek bank in jeans.





blog-sept-5-2016-4-jeff-currier-flyfishing-pennsylvaniaJoe and I walked a long way downstream to his favorite pools only to find a couple other members already fishing.  It turns out they’d been out since early this morning and hit most of this lower section of river.  This made things tough for Joe and I.  Fished over fish are not a big deal on the big western rivers back in Idaho but here on this tiny creek – we had to break out the A game.  For me that means stealth.


blog-sept-5-2016-5-flyfishing-spring-creeks-in-pennsylvaniaI scraped up a few but I’m not going to exaggerate, fishing was tough.  Even the fish I found rising were on the lookout for the next anglers to arrive.  One cast and most went down.  I managed a few however and all came on Joes sexy little ant pattern.


blog-sept-5-2016-6-fishing-with-joe-humphreysJoe had exactly the same luck.  He caught several also but it was tough to fool the already awakened trout.  This photo of Joe is a beauty but one of the few.  In hindsight we should’ve gone with Jerry upstream because it turns out that Jerry smoked the place!


blog-sept-5-2016-7-fly-fishing-in-pennsylvaniaWe packed it up around 5 then went back to the Spruce Creek Rod and Gun Club for dinner.  We didn’t stay the night however, instead we went to the cabin of Joes girlfriend Ann.  It was a short drive and we got there with about an hour of daylight left.  The picturesque cabin is spectacular.


blog-sept-5-2016-8-bass-fishing-in-pennsylvaniaJoe was rummaging in the back of his car and came out with a bass popper in hand.  He told me to hike up the hill behind the cabin to a pond and try for some crappie.  This was a pleasant surprise for a warmwater fly fishing guy like me.  When I got there I could see it would be a challenge to land a decent fish.


blog-sept-5-2016-9-largemouth-bass-in-paThe half-acre pond was choked with weeds around its entire shoreline.  It looked hopeless but you know I tried.  I was hoping for the crappie Joe mentioned but it was a small bluegill on every cast.  I was just giving up at dark when a wake ripped across the center of the pond and devoured the popper.  It was a chore to get this feisty largemouth across the weeds without him burying himself in there.


blog-sept-5-2016-10-flyfishing-for-bass-in-paAnother great day is in the books here in Pennsylvania with Joe Humphreys and Jerry Arnold.  We just finished two bottles of red listening to the deafening sounds of crickets and frogs from the rustic porch.  It’s wonderful here.


One more fishing session tomorrow before flying home tomorrow night.


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing Spruce Creek with Joe Humphreys

blog-sept-4-2016-1-joe-humphreys-penn-state-flyfishingWhat I admire the most about Joe Humphreys is that after more than 80 years of fly fishing he still gets excited for every new day of it.  I noticed this in Ireland back in June and I noticed it today.  Joe, Jerry Arnold and I were up early and headed straight to breakfast at another of Joes hot spots, the Naked Egg.


blog-sept-4-2016-2-spruce-creek-rod-and-gun-clubAfter breakfast it was a beautiful ride through the central Pennsylvania countryside.  Then we arrived at the famous Spruce Creek Rod and Gun Club.  This historic club was founded back in 1904 and is strictly for members only.  Joe has been a part of this place for eons and today treated us to fishing the private water of Spruce Creek itself.


blog-sept-4-2016-3-flyfishing-spruce-creekSpruce Creek is small, narrow and absolutely full of brown trout, brook trout and rainbows.  Its clear waters and jungle-like overgrowth make it a challenge to present your fly to the fish.  A drag free drift is a must here therefore pile casts, s casts, steeple casts, reach casts and the list goes on must be in the repertoire.  Oh, and how could I forget – it’s also a good place for Joes famous bow & arrow cast!


blog-sept-4-2016-4-brown-trout-of-pennsylvaniaFishing was no less than terrific for the three of us.  While Jerry ventured upstream on his own Joe and I went down together.  We took turns with each pool.  The river is manicured here like the River Test in England.  While Joe fished I took photos.  When I fished Joe grabbed seat on the provided benches.  This gorgeous brown trout was my best of the day.


blog-sept-4-2016-5-flyfishing-with-joe-humphreysWhile the fishing was tremendous it was Joes way of celebrating our visit together that will always be the most memorable part of the day.  Rather than fish ourselves into the ground till dark, we rapped it up at around 6.  We didn’t leave the river however, we prepared for a picnic dinner.  First in order was to enjoy a bottle of champagne with strawberries and whipped cream with every sip.


blog-sept-4-2016-6-flyfishing-pennsylvaniaDuring the day, Joe required that each of us kill a trout of no more than 13”.  I know most of my readers are catch and release as am I, but there are times when a fish for dinner is a special treat.  Jerry took a small brown and Joe and I whacked brookies.  I can’t tell you how nicely the fresh trout went with our fillets!


blog-sept-4-2016-7-jerry-arnold-with-joe-humphreysWe were three happy guys by the time dinner was done.  The night was so nice we couldn’t pack it up and leave.  Instead we relaxed.  The birds settled while the crickets and frogs revved it up.


blog-sept-4-2016-8-spruce-creek-in-pennsylvaniaThe drive out from Spruce Creek was stunning.  The dirt track along the creek was enchanting with the sunset rays poking through the hardwood forest.  Then there were the herds of whitetail deer.  It was pretty darn nice.


blog-sept-4-2016-9-night-fishing-with-joe-humphreysWe’re spending the night at the Spruce Creek Rod and Gun Club.  I love these kinds of old places.  We sat on the porch for about a half hour and sipped a bottle of red wine in the rocking chairs.  At 9 PM Joe stood up and said, “let’s go night fishing”.  Night fishing in Pennsylvania is another of the many things Joe is famous for.  In a half hour he landed on big brown trout and two suitable rainbows on one of his special stonefly nymphs.


Stay tuned for tomorrow!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing