Three fish on One Dry fly cast?

 

Did another double header today.  This morning with good cloud cover the water temp in the EB was fine for fishing. Fished a riff/run down low hoping that some fish had started their migration back to their home pools, and they have, sorta. In almost two hours of fishing with no bugs on the water or in the air, I saw but one rise that wasn't to my fly. Had four fish refuse an olive and one fish, (a 14 inch brown), eat an ant.

The evening fishing proved far more entertaining. With both the hope of rain and Wallenpaupack back up and running, the Cannonsville  release was cut back to 700cfs. At this level water clarity improves and you can wade fish all but the narrowest parts of the WB. Left the fishing camp at 5:00 and at 5:30 was in a pool in the middle section that had both olives and rising fish. Had a couple of flies that the fish seemed to like and had an enjoyable evening with a combination of refusals and takes keeping me busy until dark.

Query - Has anyone had three fish on the line on one cast using only a single dry fly? Well neither did I, until tonight. Hooked what was a really nice fish that took off across the pool going a good 50 feet into my backing before stopping. Got the fish coming back towards me when the line went slack, may have muttered, (under my breath), the word fishermen often use to show both frustration and displeasure, (excrement). Started reeling in both backing and fly line when I felt the resistance of a fish that seemed to be swimming towards me. Reeled as fast as someone my age with arthritis in his hands could, while expecting the fish to once again turn and run, and no more than 30 feet away from me, he did. The fish that had willingly come back upstream to me, suddenly turned pulling the rod tip into the water and ran off thirty feet of line and then everything went, (almost), slack. Reeled in a ten inch brown with cut marks across the middle of his body where a big brown had grabbed him for dinner.

Was in the car at 7:28, feeling good about the evening fishing. Arrived at the fishing camp, turned on the lights out back and there was the 2.5 year old spike horn buck bedded down not fifteen feet from the porch hoping for a handout.

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