I fished for a few hours this morning to wrap up a visit to the DC area(used to be home). I am now back in PA, but my thoughts remain at Big Hunting Creek in MD. I approached the first pool from downstream and immediatly began casting to holding fish. This was my first time on the small, clear stream, and little did I know, these Native fish are spooky. I was amazed at the numbers of fish here, 30-40 fish in this particular pool. Needless to say, I blew it after missing 3 strikes and putting down the entire pool of fish. I hopped in the car and headed upstream. Here I found a nice pool and hooked one fish on a big #10 Adams. I said they're spooky, I never said they were picky.
After a few more casts, this pool was done. I then decide that I have been gone long enough from the first pool for the fish to be working again. I head back to the pool with a new plan. I walk along the path about 100 yrds. downstream of the pool and cross. I then walk until I am at the tail of the pool. Here I crouch behind a big boulder and watch the fish. After a minute I notice that most of the fish are woking the left bank feeding under an overhanging bush. These fish are taking beetles and ants. I wait for the fish to get going and lay down a few casts to the middle, with the intentions of moving each cast an inch or two further left than the last. I get hung up in a tree behind me a few times, but eventually it all comes together. I manage a few nice Brook Trout on the #10 Adams.
The action tapers off as these Native fish begin to catch on. On my way out, I hit up a deep plung pool where I raise a nice Brown Trout to my Adams
I can't think of a better way to leave town. My first trip on Big Hunting was both humbling and rewarding.