Take A Boy Night Fishing On The Millers River

Two nights after my first night out fly fishing the Millers River I take my boy out with me to enjoy what I enjoy.

I typically always check the catch and release section of Wendel to see if the fly fisherman are out fishing. The time was around 7:30pm, this night was no different, instead of just 3 cars, about 7 cars were parked in the lot on the left going over the bridge.

Could be the word is out the fishing is good.

Checked Kempfield Pool to see how many are fishing it only 2 fly fisherman this evening. A few fish here and there rising. Not sure how the 2 fly fisherman were doing. Did not see bent rods tonight.

I have my son with me tonight, his first time out to fly fish at night with me. He was a little excited. So off we went to where I fish with him to another section of the river and prepare to do a little night fishing.

A few nights ago the mosquitoes were not bad, but tonight they were so bad I had to place a net over my boys head to make it tolerable to fish.

Generally June is horrible for mosquitoes and tonight was no different.

This year my boy has a new set of hip boots, getting him trained how to wade and give him a little freedom in the water. Normally he just stands about ankle deep with his normal boots that only go below the knees.

Tonight we talk about how sound travels in water faster than air and how he must move his feet gently between steps. Each time we go out he learns a little more of the art of fly fishing, tonight was just another one of those lessons.

We start settling in, still using my 2 fly combo of stimulators on a dropper system, my boy starts his casting. At the moment he is using my 10ft 5wt rod to fish with, I just watch and coach. It is his night to catch the fish.

Its 8:59pm and a few fish start rising a few feet from where my son stands and just above him. The first fish to rise couldn’t of been more than a few feet from him. Dad, my son said, did you see that! I did, I responded but those are not the fish we are hunting, the fish we are looking for have not moved into the pool yet.

For the next 15 mins fish started rising all around him, making him a little uneasy and want to chase the rises. I kept him focused, a little hard for a 11yr old boy. What time is it Dad? It was 9:18pm, still nothing happening for those night time trout.

Tonight a few trains passed by on the tracks above the river. My Boy asks s few questions about the trains to pass the time away.

Hmm, I started doubting we would see some action, normally before 9:30pm something happens.

9:40pm not a sign of the larger fish we are hunting. Dad I am getting some snags or something hitting at the end of the line. Checked the flies a blade of grass on one of the flies. This could be the problem son, out the brace of flies go out again.

Each year I take my boy out I can see his casting improving, that 10ft rod is a little long for him, I restrict the length of the line and he uses two hands to make the cast, but the control of the line with that rod is superb. I have a hard time going back to my 9ft rods because the 10ft rod out performs them for line control.

I start reminiscing of past times with him in the exact spot we are fishing. Dad, Dad!! I’ve got one, quickly checked the time 9:45pm, the magic hour is almost over.

I looked over and the rod is bent in half, the reel starts screeching taking some line upstream. He gains some line back on the reel, this goes back and forth for a few minutes. He is not getting as excited as in the past, I think I was more excited than he was. These are times when a father and son share and never forget.

Finally I have him back up the bank so we can land the fish. The end of the leader is at the tip of the rod, I reach down and ease the fish up to where I can grab the fish. I was pleasantly surprise a very good fish.

Top dropper same yellow stimulator as the previous night.

It was around the 20in. range and had a small kype. I explained to my son the kype identifies the brown trout as a male trout. A few pictures and my son releases the trout. He rocks the brown trout back and forth till it swam off on its own.

9:59pm we Hi 5 it and made few more casts to make sure more were not lurking out there. Just as I suspected just as quick as it happens it turns off.

I explained to my son every trout is a jewel of the river and even thou we just caught one tonight the river delivered and we must count our blessings as fortunate.

Except for the mosquitoes another night on the Millers River was just gorgeous, the moon rising and lighting up the river is an awesome sight to see. Many think it is dark and you cannot see well it really is just the opposite, most of us have decent night vision and it is not that hard to see what is happening.

Tonight driving by the lot only one car is still parked there about 10:30pm I wonder how that person made out, I hope the night was good to them as well.

A quick call to home and my son reliving his experience talking to his Mom about the nice brown trout he caught all by himself. An experience not to soon to forget. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

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