Secondary Float

by | May 15, 2015 | 0 comments

Other fisherman often make the comment that I’m lucky to live where I do.

Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s a choice. I started college here, moved away for a bit, finished school somewhere else, met my wife, and then moved back here, in large part, because the trout fishing is so good.

Not only are we surrounded by world-class trout streams full of wild brown trout, we also have access to multiple secondary streams within a few hours drive that present a whole different set of opportunities. Many of these overlooked rivers would make a name for themselves if they weren’t near some of the most famous waters in the state, but a lot of it is considered bass water, or is unstocked and uninteresting, or not worth the time to the guy who is just traveling to the area for a weekend. Fishing these secondary waters requires accepting the risk that you will catch nothing and accepting the fact that you’ll catch fewer fish than you would on the big name waters — usually.

Pat and I hit things just right on our last float. The fishing was good, the lunch was good, the company was good, the scenery was good, and in a nine-mile float (in the peak of trout season) we saw zero fly fishermen on a Sunday — that’s good.

Enjoy the day.
Domenick Swentosky
TROUTBITTEN
domenick@troutbitten.com

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Hi. I’m a father of two young boys, a husband, author, fly fishing guide and a musician. I fish for wild brown trout in the cool limestone waters of Central Pennsylvania year round. This is my home, and I love it. Friends. Family. And the river.

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