By: Ktbone (offline) Monday, August 10 2015 @ 11:12 AM EDT (Read 1751 times)
Saturday morning three old guys decided to fish three rivers in the beautiful white mountains; The Peabody, Ellis, and Wildcat.
My morning started very early heading out at 4am to meet up with Howard in Ossipee in order to meet up with Lee at North Country Angler early enough to get to our first destination before the swimmers. After a few pit stops we arrived at Emerald Pool on the Peabody, a deep water pool in a cold mountain stream right at the base of Mt. Washington. After explaining to Lee why I leave my keys in the frame of my truck we headed down the steep trail. You could easily see many fish swimming about and sipping flies. We set up around the pool and went to work. I hooked up very quickly and managed a nice brookie for the first fish of the day. I followed this up with three more fish, two more brookies and a fat rainbow; alas Lee and Howard felt no love. So we moved on to our next location a section of the upper Ellis that Howard and I had fished a few weeks before and caught quite a few wild brookies.
When we got to our next site we split up. This section has many deep drop pools and all were holding fish when last we fished it. This trip however the fish were nowhere to be found, despite our best efforts. Lee offered up another nearby location that has been quite productive so we moved on. This section did not disappoint; I was on fish on the first cast and pulled nearly a dozen nice wild fish out of the first pool. Howard and Lee headed upstream and had similar luck. I continued to pool hop downstream pulling in nice aggressive wild fish all the way down. I was eventually joined by a very hungry Lee and Howard so we headed in to Jackson for a nice meal at the Jackson Village Deli.
After refueling we headed up the Wildcat River starting a Maloon bridge where we all got a few nice fish, though not as plentiful as the Ellis. We then moved downstream to fish the lower bridge section, always a good spot. I fished the upper section and slogged my way back to the truck. It was at this point that Lee left our company to take care of some business. I soon met up with Howard back at the bridge where we continued to fish a bit longer. We decided to head back to Emerald pool to see if the swimmers had vacated the area yet as the sun was starting to set. It was at this point that I realized I had violated my cardinal rule of not carrying my keys with me! The keys were gone!! In their place I found a large hole in my shorts. We were now stranded in Carter notch without transport. We did the only thing we could do, retrace my steps to see if we could find the keys (needle in a haystack). After less than five minutes low and behold there they were at the base of a rock on a little sandbar, Whew!
Back at Emerald pool the swimmers were still active, but picking up camp. Howard and I headed upstream into the ravine to kill some time. We picked up some nice fish in the small pools, one fish per pool but they were fairly large and very aggressive. After a stop to pick some wild blueberries we headed back to the pool which was now all ours, and the fish were coming out of hiding. Once again I was quickly on the fish, picking up three large rainbows on the dry fly. We were soon joined by other anglers that proceeded to put the fish down by making all manner of commotion. I did mange one more rainbow on a nymph in very deep water before we called it a day. Alas I was the only one of our group to pull any fish out of this beautiful pool on this day.
It was a fantastic day of fishing that for me started at 4am and ended shortly after midnight when this tired old man?s head finally hit the pillow dreaming of all those fish that landed in our nets that fine day in the mountains of NH.
-Keith All that is necessary for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing
By: Dave V (offline) Tuesday, August 11 2015 @ 08:31 PM EDT
Well done gentlemen.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.