After coming back from the Bahamas, and with my boat in the shop, I went fishing out in Shenandoah National Park. We were going to fish the Conway River, which holds a mix of brown and brook trout and runs up the Eastern portion of the mountains.
Between the three of us, we caught one brown trout. Why? The day before, everyone we spoke with said the fishing was out of control: Dry fly fishing that yielded dozens of fish. That was Saturday. Sunday, when we were there, it was nearly impossible to coax a bite, and others were experiencing the same thing. It was frustrating to say the least, enough so to get me to momentarily fish a nymph. My hunch: Fishing pressure, combined with a cold front that rolled in and dropped the temperatures, subdued the hatches and put the fish off the feed.
After striking out on the Conway, we headed to fish the Rappahannock River near Remington, VA. The river was silty, water clarity poor, and the shore line strewn with debris from recent storms. In a couple of hours, we caught a pumpkinseed, smallmouth bass, and creek chub. Not too great.