Nymphing the big river

Midweek, during a meeting with a client of mine, a sudden urge came over me.  The urge to swing my wet or nymph flies down stream and see the flyline cross the seam and feel the tug... So on Saturday, I went to the Neversink gorge to satisfy my tugging urge.  I realize that I haven't fished sub surface flies for awhile and explains the emotional outburst.

Pulled into the parking lot around 5am and was still dark. Then found out that the batteries for my headlamp are dead.  Purely based on visual impairment, I've waited impatiently patiently until I was able to see the trail.

 It was a nice feeling focusing only on fishing and not negotiating any tree branches while casting.  Fishing in very rocky open water can be a little more challenging compared to tight quarters of small streams I've been accustom to but after a couple of nose dives into the water, I've became very comfortable.

 The tugging was there for me! Started with the three fly rig and a beautiful brown graciously tugged my line.

 Throughout the whole trip on the gorge, I haven't seen a single fisherman.  It was eerie but nice feeling to have the entire gorge all to myself.

 I couldn't pass on an opportunity to fish the small stream that feeds into the river so I rigged my 1wt rod and the feeling of familiarity settled in and made me more at ease.  

 The brook is tinted with dark copper color and the inhabitants reflects the color of the water.

I was able to finish the trip with the spectacular view of the waterfall. Great day!