Trout Unlimited and representatives from the Youth of America gathered on the banks of a tributary to the upper Genesee. We planted more than a thousand trees, small willows, pine, sycamore, and oak. A trout lily was there.
I fly-fished on the upper Allegheny, catching and releasing wild brooks and browns and stocked rainbow trout. The water temperature climbed to 52 degrees; the Quill Gordons and the first Hendrickson mayflies appeared. A trout lily was there.
I swung on over to the Pine Creek watershed, the third river system in my Three River Rise… I walked the old railroad grade. A camper told me of the great black bear that had ambled along the creek the previous night, passing by their campfire in the moonlight. And this morning, of course, a trout lily was there.
On a feeder stream I caught brookie after brookie on a Hare’s Ear nymph, getting my fix of the wild at Splash Dam Hollow. Ah, the blossoms with their leaves like the back of a fish! A trout lily was there.
I drove down to the canyon, rigging up three wet flies like the oldtimers did. I’m the oldtimer now, and it works, sort of– Muddler for the point fly, a Hare’s Ear and a Green-Ass McGee (an obscure local pattern once popular on Pine) for droppers.
With a long rod, it seemed more like casting for steelhead than for brooks– across and down through the deep wide riffle…