Last Saturday I found myself sitting in my car
looking out the window at the rain and wondering
if it was worth my time to get suited up to fish
on Oatka Creek near my home in Rochester New York.
When I pulled into the parking area for the creek
I noticed about six other cars. It had been raining
most of the day so I figured there was a good
chance that these cars belonged to die hard trout
fishermen and trout fisherwomen. I knew that if
I let the rain deter me from fishing that day
that I would never join these fishermens ranks.
So the decision was made, I would fish.
opened my trunk and grabbed my boots, waders,
and vest and brought them to the front seat of
my car. My rod had been strung up from the night
before (against most peoples opinions) but was
set with a leader more made for bass instead of
picky trout. So while I sat in the driver seat
I reached to the passenger seat and changed leaders.
I then decided to tie on a Bead Head Hare's Ear
Pupa along with an indicator. After tying the
fly on to the leader I clamped the fly with my
forcepts and tossed it towards the trunk of my
car so I could easily grab the fly and not let
it get hooked as I took the rod out of the car.
After 15 minutes or so of getting settled I finally
opened the car door and made my way to the trail
that would take me to the creek. Remember it was
raining most of the day and since I only own Orvis's
$50 travel boots I wasn't quite ready for a muddy
walk on the trail. I had plenty of opportunities
to become one with mother nature as my feet slipped
out from underneat me. Fortunately I was able
to keep myself off the ground and ultimately uninjured.
A three or four minute walk down the trail finally
led me to the edge of Oatka Creek. I stood there
and looked at the water and for as far as I could
see I could only see one other fisherman. He stood
right at the edge of the public and the private
club waters. From this spot on the creek he wasn't
close enough to cause any trouble. Upstream I
didn't see anyone fishing in spots I expected
to see them in. With no one right at the first
point the trail hits the water I decided it was
best if I just fished there instead of making
my way upstream to where I would ultimately run
into other fishermen.
I gently walked into the water just above the
ripples. The water here comes down for about 100
yards and is pretty well unbroken. I started to
fish under an overhanging tree but didn't have
much luck. I tried upstream just a few feet from
that tree and still had no luck. I decided to
try the seam in the water where the current meets
and eddy. I tied on a bead head woolly bugger
and tossed him out for a few casts. I got nothing.
Since I wasn't having any luck with the bugger
I switched back to the hare's ear and turned around
to the other seam. This spot has fast water coming
over the rocks and has a tree blocking the far
side of the pool making casting interesting. I
fished there for a few minutes but had no hits.
Then finally I dug back into the archives of my
mind to think about everything I might know about
fishing. I thought of split shot. So I took out
a piece or two and attached it about 6 inches
from my fly. With my rod tip high in the air to
avoid dragging the fly I drifted through the current.
A few drifts later I had my lucky drift and a
fish took the fly. I fought the beast for nearly
1 minute and finally pulled it out. I had caught
a nice 10 inch brown trout. I gently released
the hook and tossed her back.
Shortly after that fish I decided to leave my
fly on a submerged piece of somthing in that hole.
When trying to tie on more tippet it started to
rain even harder. I finally got that new tippet
on after 3 attempts and fished for another 20
minutes. After leaving my next fly on the exposed
portion of the log I decided to call it a day.
I had barely covered 50 feet of the creek that
day, but one lonely 10 inch brown trout made that
wet day in the rain worthwhile.
Author - MIKE
Date - 4/19/02