The Secret

by | Nov 16, 2016 | 27 comments

I poked through the dense brush, shed my pack and dropped it in the clearing. In a yellow patch of sunlight, I knelt to catch my breath and watch the wind detach leaves from their parent branches, pushing them into a wild collage across the morning sky. The mix of maple and sycamore foliage traveled  downwind to find a place of rest for the coming winter.   

This place is rough. And it’s the kind of spot that doesn’t get much traffic from anyone — home to the squirrels and birds. Finding a deer trail is the best method for navigating through the thick stuff, and I did that. But when I crested the hillside and started my descent, the path closed in with newly fallen trees, so I was forced to make my way through a maze of dead branches and briers which had quickly sprouted to take advantage of a new sun when the tree had fallen. I moved forward slowly, but the branches grabbed my coat to hold me back, as if protecting the river below.

There are two kinds of secret places, I suppose: one’s that are truly tucked away somewhere unknown, and ones that lies right underneath a fisherman’s nose. This place harbors a little of both.

The remote and unknown places — well, there aren’t many of those left. Maybe it’s just population growth. Maybe it’s the rise of a sport that prides itself on discovery. And maybe it’s just that fishermen are a friendly lot that drink too much and like to brag about a good catch now and then.

Nothing that’s written down in magazines and placed on a list for “destination fishing” can fairly be called a secret. And yet within these rivers, a deeper realm exists than the traveling angler will ever find. A good river requires your friendship before it reveals its best. You get to know it first. So even Blue Ribbon water has its guarded locations. There are secret spots that lie open, in plain view, often walked through or passed for the next deep gut or undercut bank. They’re the best-kept secrets of a popular river and worth protecting (in my mind) just as much as the off-the-grid freestoner that holds a nice population of wild trout, and no one else seems to know about it.

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Photo by Chris Kehres

The wind died, and the leaves settled, enough that I heard the call of the river below — the murmuring rush of rapids at a distance.

My spot.

I climbed over another fallen maple and found the deer trail again. It led down a steep and mossy ravine that dripped water from rocks protruding from the ground. These trickles are the lifeblood for any river. For the trout. For myself.

The skinny path wound like a staircase between impassable barriers of rocks and crashed timber, until finally I arrived at the water’s edge. Into the river, I was followed by the drip and trickle of the lifeblood.

I fished.

I don’t know what this spot was like a century ago, but I can make some guesses. In Pennsylvania, you never seem to get away from signs of the industrial revolution. Even the deepest forests have old tram roads. And all my favorite streams have been pushed and cajoled to follow a path dictated by roads or railroads at some point. This place is no different. The forest is a mix of new growth and old iron or stone relics slipping slowly behind leaves and encroaching plants.

I’ve lived long enough to tell you stories about the way things used to be. And I can say that in the last two decades, my favorite river is moving onto the radar. So it’s no real secret, and maybe it never was. That’s the thing about secrets — there’s an endless procession through time of people discovering the same thing and calling it their own. In my spot I’ve yet to see another fisherman, but I’ve seen signs that a few others make the trek and pay the visit. I wonder what those guys are like.

I’ve thought of bringing others here on occasion, but I don’t. It’s one of the few places I’ve never shared with anyone. And I won’t.

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Photo by Chris Kehres

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Enjoy the day.
Domenick Swentosky
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27 Comments

  1. Great pics. Enjoyed this post.

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  2. I love it. I don’t trout fish with anyone, and I never want to. People ask to go with me, and I quickly and politely tell them No. I fish alone. I wish I had done that from the beginning with my flats boat. Now, I can’t get away without guilt feelings about why I didn’t mention I was going, and do they want to come too? More than half my enjoyment fishing is my secret to be alone. I love to be alone anymore, captured with my own thoughts. I do talk, but only to the wind, and my own ears. I’m not looking for an answer, I’ve found it. It’s being alone, and fishing.

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    • Just over a year ago, I started fly-fishing with two friends. Every weekend I tried to get my friends with me. I didn’t want to go alone, but after a while I didn’t have a choice and had to go by myself or else stay home ….
      Nowadays I’m also enjoying fly-fishing by myself. In fact, I try to go to quiet rivers and hate it when other people are around. I get focused and absorbed by the fishing and nature.
      I’m now ready to take the next step and I plan a week long fishing trip alone to Slovenia next year.

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  3. I suspect that this resonates with a lot of people. Thanks Domenick.

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  4. As I reflect on last week’s blue line fishing, I went alone to fish but was never alone. What I’m saying is that always in the back of my head, my sons and other fishing buds are always there. How would Tom fish that riffle, how would Dave fish that undercut. Hey dad, let’s stop here and have a snack. And always thanking God for letting me have just one more day to enjoy his stream. You see what I mean?

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    • Are you saying I should take Tom, Dave and Dad fishing?

      🙂

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      • That’s up to you! But I’m sure you have your own people that are “always” there with you. Tight lines my friend.

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  5. There are two kinds of secret places, I suppose: one that’s truly tucked away somewhere unknown, and one that lies right underneath the fishermen’s noses.

    Or behind their backs. Shhhhhhhhhh

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  6. Great article. I used to go fishing by myself every Thursday, forty weeks a year, to the same place, pretty much. A destination trout stream an hour from a huge metro area, in the days before “The Movie”, when it was virtually empty from November to April. And not all that populated May-October. I remember exploring “new” water alone all over New Mexico and Colorado. And in June of this year, I “discovered” a half-mile of crazy trout-infested habitat with every possible combination of water one could hope for – pocket water, runs, huge pools, and riffly drops. And the biggest salmonid I have seen in years! In the Catalonian Pyrenees, after ten days of meager, disappointing treks just hoping for one “real” day. Of course, it was the last day of the trip. I took photos, marked maps, committed landmarks to memory. Glorious. Fishing is glorious.

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  7. Well, Dom, you’re getting more like Annie Dillard every day. I have never been much of a deer hunter (followed my dad around when I was very young for a bit). But, I’ve marveled at the deer paths that appear on the banks of streams. I now take comfort in seeing only deer tracks and not those imposed by the wading boots of our fellow Homo sapiens when creekside.

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  8. Thank you for such a well written article Dom. Traveling the paths to those special places and learning their secrets is as enjoyable as fishing them.

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  9. Very nice story. I think all serious fly fishermen have a secret spot…and not just the place we physically fish. I visit my spot when the everyday doldrums block my creative piece of mind and at night when I am trying to digest what occurred during my hectic day…the good and bad. My spot has many memories of successful fishing and learning new facets of this great sport we participate in. Thanks..

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  10. Yes, yes, yes!

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  11. Domenick,
    Judging by the dates on comments above this wonderful story was written a little while back. I am glad I was able to read it today.
    I call “The Secret” my (Happy Place). I have only shared this spot with five loved ones. They all have Four legs and tails that wag… They aren’t telling nobody!
    Thank You

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  12. I always enjoy going fishing with you. These pieces are a great way to get away when I can’t. Beautiful photos too.

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  13. So beautiful and well written. My favorite place as well…..

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  14. Thanks for the article. I too search for those places that invigorate the senses while clearing the mind. Those special places of both beauty and solitude. Even on the most popular streams, I go down that steep embankment or brushy draw hoping for the peace brought by isolation. Yes, I prefer to fish alone…unless my son can go.

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