Cicadas on the Gunpowder

The brown trout on the Gunpowder are responding well to cicadas. I fished
from about 5:30-7:00 pm yesterday, not hatch to speak of but large fish were
rising tight to the banks. Months ago I tied several Madam-X patterns in
black deer hair with orange thread, so I decided to try it out. It worked
well; I only landed 2 fish, but they were bruisers; one 16 and one 18
inches. I had to drop the rod on the bank and unhook the larger using 2
hands! Lost or missed about 6 more fish, and they all seemed larger than
average Gunpowder fish. I talked to several other anglers, who reported
basically the same thing. It seems that the smaller fish were just not
feeding, perhaps already full of cicadas. Not much time left to fish the
cicadas; if you are in the Baltimore/Washington D.C. area, get to the
Gunpowder soon!

Sam

Not much time left to fish the
cicadas; if you are in the Baltimore/Washington D.C. area, get to the
Gunpowder soon!

Sam

Damn Sam... I was gonna hit the Gun, but I got a late start so I ended up
at the Patapsco today. Forgot my lunch and had to leave early 'cause I got
a bit shakey. I did, however, try a cicada for a bit. No movement from the
fish. Switched to a Pautuxent Special and quickly nail a very fat stocky
rainbow.
Think Epps and I may have to hit it sometime this week.

--
Frank Reid
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In article , Frank Reid
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:

Not much time left to fish the
cicadas; if you are in the Baltimore/Washington D.C. area, get to the
Gunpowder soon!

Sam

Damn Sam... I was gonna hit the Gun, but I got a late start so I ended up
at the Patapsco today. Forgot my lunch and had to leave early 'cause I got
a bit shakey. I did, however, try a cicada for a bit. No movement from the
fish. Switched to a Pautuxent Special and quickly nail a very fat stocky
rainbow.
Think Epps and I may have to hit it sometime this week.

I'm thinkin' Tues or Wed giving the potential for storms. Tied a few
Cicadia patterns this weekend.

Where were you fishing Sam? care to join us? I see a flee the office
two -ish effort for Frank and I.

Allen

I was fishing downstream from York Road.
I could probably make it out again. Let me know when you get the details
ironed out.

Sam

Think Epps and I may have to hit it sometime this week.

I'm thinkin' Tues or Wed giving the potential for storms. Tied a few
Cicadia patterns this weekend.

Where were you fishing Sam? care to join us? I see a flee the office
two -ish effort for Frank and I.

Allen

Sam, Allen and I met at the Gunpowder yesterday at 3. Thunderboomer to
the north and dropping south. Purple green sky... hmmm... In Nebraska,
I would say this was tornado weather. We decided discretion is the
better part of valor and hightailed it to the Backwater Angler fly shop.
Needed more cicada patterns. Yeh, thats it.
While in the shop, biblical rain. The same storm measured 4" an hour a
ways south of us. Tornado warning sirens and flood warning. Bought the
last of the cicadas the store had and headed back to the river.
Short story: Big fat cicadas, slashing strikes, fly too big for the fish
to bite. I must have had 50 or so strikes. Switched to a smaller fly,
less strikes, but more hookups. Nothing large, probably 13" at the
largest. I had 6 fish brought to hand.
Highlights:
1. I'm fishing about 100 yards upstream from Sam and Allen when a very
large tree falls about 30 yards ahead of me. Branches drop 40 feet to
my left. I can definately say that when a tree falls in the woods, you
can hear it quite well. Build a large, brown brick wing dam on the spot
with bricks of ****.
2. Standing on a seam of granite in fast current, casting to deep water
behind the seam. Floating log nails me in the ankles and I find out
that there is a hole in my waders, right at the top where the shoulder
straps attach. I'm up to my neck floating down stream in about 6-8 feet
of water. After about twenty yards, I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.
3. Casting over a rising fish, BFB (big ****ing beaver) decides I'm in
his territory, floats down, stops right above the fish, slaps his tail
and dives. I think it was a PITA Beaver.

Every fish caught was on a cicada pattern. The cicadas are dying off
now, but I did get to fish this hatch and can say its a blast. The
super picky Gunpowder browns were hitting a size 6 fly on 2X tippet with
a 6 foot leader. 9' to 12' leaders of 6X or 7X are the norm for these
fish. A great time was had by all.


--
Frank Reid
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Sam, Allen and I met at the Gunpowder yesterday at 3. Thunderboomer to
the north and dropping south. Purple green sky... hmmm... In Nebraska,
I would say this was tornado weather. We decided discretion is the
better part of valor and hightailed it to the Backwater Angler fly shop.
Needed more cicada patterns. Yeh, thats it.
While in the shop, biblical rain. The same storm measured 4" an hour a
ways south of us. Tornado warning sirens and flood warning. Bought the
last of the cicadas the store had and headed back to the river.
Short story: Big fat cicadas, slashing strikes, fly too big for the fish
to bite. I must have had 50 or so strikes. Switched to a smaller fly,
less strikes, but more hookups. Nothing large, probably 13" at the
largest. I had 6 fish brought to hand.
Highlights:
1. I'm fishing about 100 yards upstream from Sam and Allen when a very
large tree falls about 30 yards ahead of me. Branches drop 40 feet to
my left. I can definately say that when a tree falls in the woods, you
can hear it quite well. Build a large, brown brick wing dam on the spot
with bricks of ****.
2. Standing on a seam of granite in fast current, casting to deep water
behind the seam. Floating log nails me in the ankles and I find out
that there is a hole in my waders, right at the top where the shoulder
straps attach. I'm up to my neck floating down stream in about 6-8 feet
of water. After about twenty yards, I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.

(stuff snipped)
Frank Reid
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LOL.
Thanks Frank. You gotta come out to Colorado for a bit. I have a few
streams that need a few more fallen trees in them. (promise to pick ya up
further downstream . . .if the fish aren't biting . . .of course . . .might
be a lot further downstream if they are)
DaveMohnsen
Denver

On Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:01:03 -0400, Frank Reid wrote:

Sam, Allen and I met at the Gunpowder yesterday at 3. Thunderboomer to
the north and dropping south. Purple green sky... hmmm... In Nebraska,
I would say this was tornado weather. We decided discretion is the
better part of valor and hightailed it to the Backwater Angler fly shop.
Needed more cicada patterns. Yeh, thats it.
While in the shop, biblical rain. The same storm measured 4" an hour a
ways south of us. Tornado warning sirens and flood warning. Bought the
last of the cicadas the store had and headed back to the river.
Short story: Big fat cicadas, slashing strikes, fly too big for the fish
to bite. I must have had 50 or so strikes. Switched to a smaller fly,
less strikes, but more hookups. Nothing large, probably 13" at the
largest. I had 6 fish brought to hand.
Highlights:
1. I'm fishing about 100 yards upstream from Sam and Allen when a very
large tree falls about 30 yards ahead of me. Branches drop 40 feet to
my left. I can definately say that when a tree falls in the woods, you
can hear it quite well. Build a large, brown brick wing dam on the spot
with bricks of ****.
2. Standing on a seam of granite in fast current, casting to deep water
behind the seam. Floating log nails me in the ankles and I find out
that there is a hole in my waders, right at the top where the shoulder
straps attach. I'm up to my neck floating down stream in about 6-8 feet
of water. After about twenty yards, I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.
3. Casting over a rising fish, BFB (big ****ing beaver) decides I'm in
his territory, floats down, stops right above the fish, slaps his tail
and dives. I think it was a PITA Beaver.

Every fish caught was on a cicada pattern. The cicadas are dying off
now, but I did get to fish this hatch and can say its a blast. The
super picky Gunpowder browns were hitting a size 6 fly on 2X tippet with
a 6 foot leader. 9' to 12' leaders of 6X or 7X are the norm for these
fish. A great time was had by all.

Another classic, Frank.

/daytripper (Another "Classic Frank", too ;-)

In article , daytripper
wrote:

On Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:01:03 -0400, Frank Reid wrote:

Sam, Allen and I met at the Gunpowder yesterday at 3. Thunderboomer to
the north and dropping south. Purple green sky... hmmm... In Nebraska,
I would say this was tornado weather. We decided discretion is the
better part of valor and hightailed it to the Backwater Angler fly shop.
Needed more cicada patterns. Yeh, thats it.
While in the shop, biblical rain. The same storm measured 4" an hour a
ways south of us. Tornado warning sirens and flood warning. Bought the
last of the cicadas the store had and headed back to the river.
Short story: Big fat cicadas, slashing strikes, fly too big for the fish
to bite. I must have had 50 or so strikes. Switched to a smaller fly,
less strikes, but more hookups. Nothing large, probably 13" at the
largest. I had 6 fish brought to hand.
Highlights:
1. I'm fishing about 100 yards upstream from Sam and Allen when a very
large tree falls about 30 yards ahead of me. Branches drop 40 feet to
my left. I can definately say that when a tree falls in the woods, you
can hear it quite well. Build a large, brown brick wing dam on the spot
with bricks of ****.
2. Standing on a seam of granite in fast current, casting to deep water
behind the seam. Floating log nails me in the ankles and I find out
that there is a hole in my waders, right at the top where the shoulder
straps attach. I'm up to my neck floating down stream in about 6-8 feet
of water. After about twenty yards, I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.
3. Casting over a rising fish, BFB (big ****ing beaver) decides I'm in
his territory, floats down, stops right above the fish, slaps his tail
and dives. I think it was a PITA Beaver.

Every fish caught was on a cicada pattern. The cicadas are dying off
now, but I did get to fish this hatch and can say its a blast. The
super picky Gunpowder browns were hitting a size 6 fly on 2X tippet with
a 6 foot leader. 9' to 12' leaders of 6X or 7X are the norm for these
fish. A great time was had by all.

Another classic, Frank.

/daytripper (Another "Classic Frank", too ;-)

Sam and I were sure when we heard the tree falling that Frank had just
gotten out of the river to take a **** and it had fallen on him. When
he came down to take off his waders, pour the water out and wring out
his jeans it was .... ho hum, business as usual.

Allen

1. I'm fishing about 100 yards upstream from Sam and Allen when a very
large tree falls about 30 yards ahead of me. Branches drop 40 feet to
my left. I can definately say that when a tree falls in the woods, you
can hear it quite well. Build a large, brown brick wing dam on the spot
with bricks of ****.
2. Standing on a seam of granite in fast current, casting to deep water
behind the seam. Floating log nails me in the ankles and I find out
that there is a hole in my waders, right at the top where the shoulder
straps attach. I'm up to my neck floating down stream in about 6-8 feet
of water. After about twenty yards, I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.
3. Casting over a rising fish, BFB (big ****ing beaver) decides I'm in
his territory, floats down, stops right above the fish, slaps his tail
and dives. I think it was a PITA Beaver.

--
Frank Reid
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I think it was the beaver all the time.
1. He cut the tree as a shot across your bow
2. He sent the log to let you know he wasn't kidding around.
3. He finally had to show up when you came back after the log!

Fun trip guys, let's do it again!
(did I mention I was excited about my upcoming Cape Cod trip?)
Sam

On Fri, 18 Jun 2004 08:01:03 -0400, Frank Reid
wrote:


(snipped)
I paddle to shore, empty the waders
and wring out my socks.
3. Casting over a rising fish, BFB (big ****ing beaver) decides I'm in
his territory, floats down, stops right above the fish, slaps his tail
and dives. I think it was a PITA Beaver.


Now I'm _sure_ I'm going to leave my WWFD? button here at home when I
go on a sailboat next week. And maybe forever. Were you once cursed
by an incompetent god or something?

PITA or PETA. Not much difference, is there? Beavers. Gotta love /
hate the smug little SOBs. They act as if they have more right to be
in the water than we do.

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rbc:vixen,Minnow Goddess,Willow Watcher,and all that sort of thing.
Often taunted by trout.
Only a fool would refuse to believe in luck. Only a damn fool would rely on it.

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