I went back to the Upper Patuxent River (fly fishing, catch-and-release section) Sunday before last, hoping to find some of the Browns that river is famous for. I found a fleet of cars in the tiny gravel lots along the river. Clearly I wasn’t the only person with this idea.
The river was in great shape – clean, clear water, a few small midge hatches going on, but the fish were hidden. No rises, and only a few spooked fish as I waded and walked along the river. I managed one fallfish and three strikes by fallfish or small trout in 3 hours of fishing – not great by any stretch.
This river is a great place for streamer fishing with a short rod, and that was my strategy. Woolly buggers, in colors and sizes that look like small cray fish, are the top flies, but I still was unable to move any of the larger trout. My working theory – they spent most of the weekend getting pounded by other fishermen. At least that’s a good rationalization for a poor day fishing.