Penns Clave 2004.

 

Let me start off by thanking all of you guys at the clave for a good time.

Mike Makela, Gene Cyprich, Lou Teletski, Walt Winter, Tim Carter, Bill Claspy, Jeff Miller, "Indian" Joe MacIntosh, Handyman Mike Shaw, Bruce Fisher, Frank Reid, Wolfgang Siebeneich, Joel Axelrad, Tom Gibson, Vince Norris, Dave PA, John "asadi" Baker, Dave LaCourse and Allen Epps.

Tom Littleton did a great job as Clavemeister.
Dave LaCourse was just the friendliest and generous guy, putting me up for the night before and after the clave and also seeing to that I got there.

Handyman Mike went out of his way to see to that I got back to Boston and also lent me a place to sleep that last night, thanks.

Gene Cyprich lent me a place to crash for one night so that I could spend that one night at Hemlock Acres to be able to socialize with all of you over a beer or two, thanks.
Jeff Miller was very generous letting me stay at the Carolina cabin, thank you very much Jeff.

Mike M, Lou T, Frank R, Gene C, Tim C (I might have forgotten someone) thanks for guiding me around.
Indian Joe, you cook excellent breakfast (a bit too much fat for my taste, but excellent none the less) thank you.
Joel and Frank, the raffle night was great fun, thanks.

Rabbit food is good for you, sugar and fat ain't (Wise words from a Swede).

Where do I start? So much happened during this week that I have a hard time too take everything in. The first three days I only caught 14 fish and was outfished by everyone, to say the least fishing at Penns was way different than anything I ever done before. The surroundings where beautiful with all that lush vegetation, and the rivers seemed equally high on nutrients.

What did I learn during those days? Well, fish at Penns are educated, not as sensitive to presentation as they are at home but very sensitive to what fly is at the end of your tippet. Penns have some spectacular hatches and I did at one given time see the spinner fall of three different mayflies with one other mayfly and three different caddis present and hatching, just amazing. The flies are generally bigger at Penns, for example the March brown over there is twice the size of the same fly in Sweden. The stonefly is enormous compared to the ones we have but the caddis flies are in average slightly smaller.

Mike Makela invited me to the art of nymphing the big stonefly nymph with the help of split shots and I caught a nice 18,5 inch brown and several more on that. Too bad that fish had to run into the shallows, not much of a fight. Nymphing the big stonefly nymph with a long line isn't recommended since it will get snagged very often, due to its weight and size. What we did was very close to Czech nymphing.

Several fish were caught on a black wooly bugger, but most fish on sulphur emerger and spinner, march brown spinner and tanned caddis. Too bad the hatches were so short. Well actually, one night it almost went on for two hours, but I really don't want to talk about that event. NINE I tell you......nine.......
More on that later...............

 

So what happened during the week?

Well for me it started with Dave and his lovely wife meeting me at the Boston airport. I probably needed to sleep after the flight but the fact that I had to subtract 6 hours from Swedish time made it more or less breakfast time before I got to sleep.

Early next morning we were off to Penns. I must confess I felt a bit bad about dragging the pirate all the way to Penns when he obviously wasn't going to fish.

On arrival I met Indian Joe, Waldo, Jeff and Mike at the Carolina cabin. Since Waldo was heading home I started out fishing with him but caught nothing at the beginning (afterward I can see that my nymph fishing needed no small amount of adaptation). Waldo lost a big fish down at the riffles above Blue rock hole and then we moved upstream. I caught 6 fish on a dry
tanned caddis that day but they were all small, at least I thought so at the time. Someone told me that the 12 inch brookie I caught wasn't bad for Penns. In any case it was my first ever wild brookie.

Met with Tom and Bill for the first time on our way back to the cabin. Both nice guys and sincerely missed at the end of the clave.

The first night started out with me hunting *June Bugs* in the bedroom. I went to bed but after getting one in my hair and one in my face I went up again and killed six more of them. The reason for these bugs proved to be the same as for the continuous hatch in the bath tub. The windows had bug nets but those weren't in a good enough condition to keep the bugs out. My window stayed shut for the rest of the week.

Next day went even worse with only three fish caught.

The first days are a bit blurred by what at the time was a mixture of seeing new waters and meeting with new people but I do vividly recall the first hatch at Three streamer Stan's. I had never before seen such an enormous hatch but was about to see even bigger ones.

During the week I got to fish Big fishing creek, Spring creek and Penns.

Explanation of the NINE thing:
I had after several failures at the earlier evening hatches noticed that the fish were a bit leader shy started to mend midair so that the leader came downstream after the fly when we for the first time fished the run beneath Cherry run. I guess what happened was a "turning point". I had NINE fish take the fly that night, among those a very big one spotted about three hours earlier. I guess I was successful in a manner, since I hadn't been able to fool that many fish before. If I had only checked the fly.........the tipped had caught around the hook bend and I was pulling the flies out of the fish mouth backwards. It was getting dark very fast at night though so I really wanted to try for as many fish as possible and thought that it was something wrong with my timing. I wasn't smiling when I walked back. Am I a sportsmanlike guy or what?  Fishing with the hook backwards ;-(  they ought to rename that run to Fool's run.
I remedied myself at the same run two nights later catching two nice fish on the same spot.

Martini night:
I didn't drink any Martini but got to socialize a lot and had a good time. Met with Wolfgang, Gene, Joel, Dave PA and Asadi for the first time. Got to speak with most of the guys that night and really enjoyed myself.

Raffle night:
That Barley stew stuff was tasty and exactly what I needed. Thank you Wolfgang for the red wine, it made the good stew even more so enjoyable. Got the pig hat and two books, one from the raffle lottery and one from Wolfgang, again thanks. Sorry that Lou was heading back so early, would have liked to stay for a bit longer. No one got the Duck butt award, but someone should have.

Sorry Frank, but I just got to spill the beans on ya =)
The last day of the clave only me, Frank, Mike S, Mike M and Bruce was still there. So me and Frank goes down to Weikert to fish another day with the Green Drake. Up at the topmost pool that I fished the day earlier with Tim, Frank, Mike S, Mike M and Bruce I was watching Frank wading back towards the shore when he suddenly fell face forward into the water catching himself with his arms on the bottom. I guess this would have been a half Reid by the notorious Mr Reid himself, and this right in front of my eyes. God, I wish I had had my camera. I might have been able to finance the next trip with the income from those pictures. Anyway Frank, since Reid's luck is such that bad luck is followed by good luck, buy yourself a lottery ticket. I mean, broken down car, bear shredded tent, bitten through cooler and punctured waders. After that you're bound to win on the lottery.

Lobster night:
I'm a fairly well trained guy, but I swear to god that my stomach muscles were aching bad the day after. I had a great time with so much laughter that I hardly had time to eat. Asadi and Dave PA provided the most hilarious entertainment accompanied by comments from Tim, Joel and Wolfgang. For a minute there I figured they would end up having us thrown out of the restaurant. Wolfgang is BTW the only American that ever pronounced my surname correctly.

Sportsman's club night:
We were all late from the hatch but had a good time. A lot of talking about a lot of things made the evening one worth remembering.

I was a bit saddened at the end by the fact that the week had ended so quickly, but decided there and then to try and make it another year again.

Thank you all for a great time.

/Roger