Tricos Are Tough

I got out on the Gunpowder this morning to hit the tricos, which have been going off pretty well lately.  Although I had planned on going up to the Falls Rd access, I got turned around by some BG&E workers who were dealing with a tree and power line down in the road.  Going back downstream to the Masemore access, I saw tons of fish feeding right in the parking lot pool, the ultra-flat, very technical and arguably most fished pool of the entire Gunpowder.  I was feeling some odd mix of both lucky and stupid, so I decided to try my luck right there.  With no other anglers (or any people at all, for that fact) to be seen, it was a rare opportunity to get pool without any other ruckus.

Well, I spent about 2 hours trying out just about every trico pattern I had with me, but at that point it seemed that the dumb feeling was taking over, quickly joined by some serious frustration.  By then the hatch was mostly over, but there were a few fish here and there still rising.  My father showed up to join me, and we moved down stream a few hundred yards to work our way up the pool from the bottom.

Well, after an outrageously long and perfectly placed cast, my dad landed this wild brownie.

I ended the day out fish-less, which is pretty frustrating, but that seems to be the way the Gunpowder has been lately (ugh).  Either way, I’m glad to see that the tricos are in full swing.