Plans.

The northeast has been hammered the past few weeks to the tune of the highest ever recorded snow falls in history. Down in Delaware around two feet fell over the weekend and then another 12-16 inches of thick slushy snow on top of that. A full week off from school, I found myself trapped in my apartment literally crawling up the walls. I needed to get away. I had several chances to escape but the possibility of being called back to work kept me from rolling the dice. When word finally came that we did indeed have the rest of the week off, it was go time.

While contemplating my possible extended winter vacation, I sent out a few messages looking to gain interest in a possible weekend trip. The decision was spontaneous and occurred after watching some video clips online. Apparently I got a little excited and didn't really bother to check the weather forecast, temperatures, or fishing report. It just happened. The following conversation took place via our Facebook walls.

Mark- "You alive or has schoolwork killed you?"

Adam- "My soul is slowly deteriorating with every passing day...but I'm hanging in there.

Mark- "Salmon River this weekend?"

Adam- "I hate you...let me sit on this..." (Contemplating schoolwork...)

Adam (four minutes later)- "You're all jazzed up about your tubes aren't you?" (Still thinking...)

Adam (ten minutes later)- "Let's just put it this way...I just had an intruder in my fish tank...its on..." (decision...made)

Mark- "Well that only took 14 minutes to sit on it"

Adam- "It really shouldn't have taken that long"

Mark- (thinking) "I wonder if snow can create a sustained anchor?"

So here we go... Salmon River weekend.

Weather? What Weather?

All That Your Thinking About.

Gets You Through Any Type of Weather.

Get Pumped.

Steel.

All I Need Are Some Eumer Cones...

& Some Twenty Dollar Jungle Cock Feathers...

Slow & Shallow Run = This Guy.

Still Learning...

I Dub Thee Cotton Candy all 7 inches of Her.

Hopefully This Gets Hammered.

Your My Boy BLUE!

Crimson.

Testing Out The New Camera.

Riley Is Focused.

A Little Too Focused...Calm Down Girl.

Like Wolves...

Neck & Neck.

Big & Powerful vs. Small & Quick

I Smell Something in the Wind...

Can We Be A Part of Your Plans?

Cabin Fever.

This winter has been particularly harsh across much of the United States. I can't remember a year when it has been colder than this year, especially in the mid-atlantic region. Normally, I am able to fish whenever I want. This year, it has been a different story. I find myself in a slump. I haven't had a chance to catch some fish since my trip to the Caribbean over the holiday. Combine this with my first year on the job and the weekends are my only chance to really get out there. Unfortunately, it seems to only snow on the weekends and these past few snow storms have put a damper on my weekend warrior status. Cabin fever is sinking in.

Instant Freeze.

Last Sunday, I spent my Saturday indoors and out of the snow preparing myself for a full day of fishing the next day. I was pumped to get out on the water and try my hand at some White Clay trout. I woke up early, put the truck in 4x4 and drove through the snow to my destination. I paid no attention to the temperature or the weather forecast. I was going fishing. I stepped outside into the early morning sun and froze my ass off while rigging up and putting my waders on. I made my way to the stream and broke through several feet of anchor ice into a small run that was free from the ice. Two casts later, my line became a catapult. My long leader, tippet, and fly became coated in ice. I never had this happen before. They wouldn't even unfreeze in the water after a minute. I literally could not fish. I decided to go for a long walk and take some photos before heading to the local fly shop.

The Morning Sun.

Anchor Ice Can Be Sharp.

Snow, Sun, & Ice.

That is Slush in a Fast Ripple.

I Wasn't The Only One Out Though.

This weekend, a monster Nor'easter snow storm has put a damper on my fishing hopes. I have bunkered down and have been tying flies, watching fishing dvds, and staring out the window daydreaming of fish. I'll be trapped here for another day or two with two feet of snow outside. It seems i'll be tying a lot of flies. I tied my first ever tube flies, several intruders, and a ton of sculpin patterns. I also watched Hustle & Fish for the tenth time. I bought Ed Ward's Skagit Master and am glad I did. It is a great instructional video. The day's work below.

Momma & Poppa Pigeon Taking Shelter From the Storm.

Thank You Ed Ward.

Multitasking.

Nothing But Big Nasties.

"You tie on a size 16 BWO, you tie up the fly & throw it in your box, and you look at it the next time you go fishing. You tie up a double bunny or a Conehead the barbarian, you got this little critter thats got eyes. You can talk to it. You can pet it."

-Scott Sanchez Feeding Time

Light Sculpin.

Woolhead, Raccoon Finn, & Magnum Zonker Strip.

Acceptable For My First Ever Tube Flies.

Purple Sculpin.

Raccoon Finn & Magnum Zonker. Simple.

A Gunpowder Sculpin.

My Attempt at Replicating.

Several Brown/Olive Sculpins.

Stingers.

Rabbit Zonkers & Flash Hackle.

Patriot Intruder Going For a Test Run.

Black Stinger w/ Deer Hair Head.

Black & Purple.

Tan & Gray.

Wool, Raccoon Finn, & Zonker.

Gray Sculpin.

Micro Tube Polar Minnows.

Some Plain Intruder Tubes.

Chartreuse Intruder.

Following Ed Ward's Instruction.

Test Run.

Boo Ya.

The Truck Has Seen Better Days.

Let the Digging Commence.