Every fisherman has their favorite waters. For some it’s a lake, for others it is a river and for people like me it is usually a small countryside or mountain stream. Those waters become favorites for varying reasons, but typically there is a correlation to the amount of fish caught in those waters. On the flip side, most anglers also have a list of places where they have had little or no success and as a result rarely fish those locations. I am no different. Up until recently I considered Saucon creek to be my arch nemesis.
Saucon creek is a small limestone stream with a thriving wild brown trout population that runs through Pennsylvania’s Lehigh Valley before dumping into the Lehigh River. Saucon creek is also one of the few wild trout streams within a half hour drive for me. So when I was first getting really serious about fly fishing a number of years ago, I naturally spent a lot of time trying to cut my teeth on Saucon creek. However, Saucon creek seemed unwilling to share her trout-bounty with me.
I cannot tell you how many days I spent on that creek without catching a single trout. Sure, I hooked up on a few, but as soon as a trickle of hope entered my thoughts, the trout would spit the hook and leave me in a state of disbelief. Eventually, I gave up on Saucon creek entirely and searched for trout in other area streams. I reasoned to believe that the fish in Saucon creek were simply took picky. But if I’m being honest, the truth was my fly fishing skillset was subpar and I was humbly outmatched. Back then (in the “not so” good o’le days), I had no idea what a dry dropper or tandem rig was. Didn’t know how to match the hatch. Had no idea what the difference between a caddis and a midge was. And I thought a terrestrial was a character from the movie Alien. About the only thing I knew was that dry flies float on the surface and nymphs are fished under the surface (I was also convinced that streamers were party favors and every used fly was a wet fly). Looking back, it’s really not surprising that my constant efforts of throwing a pheasant tail 16 inches underneath a pinch on indicator with no regard for the water depth didn’t produce fish.
Fast forward three years (or maybe four), my fly fishing IQ and skillset have improved. How much they improved is up for debate, but nonetheless, there has been a least a scintilla of improvement. As such, I recently decided to once again square off against my old rival Saucon creek on a cool, windy November afternoon. The first 30 minutes started off the same – no fish. But after making some on stream adjustments to get my flies down to the right depth, I finally broke the curse!
It definitely wasn’t a wall-hanger, but to me it was a trophy. I finally cracked the curse of Saucon creek. All in all it turned out to be a very pleasant day of fall fishing. I managed five small browns that day.
What a relief. With all that said, the moral of the story is this: If at first you don’t succeed….fish a bunch of stocked trout streams until you figure out what the hell you are doing!
Enjoy the day,