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A few of my pals had been going to the Steelhead grounds in the Erie, Pennsylvania area for several years now. The Lake Erie tributaries from Ashtabula Ohio on into New York state were rumored to have many fish therein, and of course adventurous Ozarkoids made the preliminary expeditions.
The first one I was aware of was a group that flew into Cleveland Ohio and rented a car, heading east. For me, having a destination of Cleveland just didn't seem right. After all, didn't Cleveland have a river which famously caught on fire? Aren't the Cleveland Indians from there? I mean what's the point? Other than the Cleveland engine, built by Ford, Bob Feller and Jimmy Brown, I wanted nothing to do with northern Ohio. So I kind of ignored the reports of many steelhead caught, reasonable guiding fees, and so on, to my detriment.
In a weak moment I agreed to accompany fellow Ozark member Bill Friedman this fall, last month in fact, to try a few of these fish on. He suggested flying direct to Erie through Pittsburgh, so I liked it more already. We hooked up with one of Bill's long time friends, Hugh Biller, who many of you have met. A good, serious angling group. A bit long in the tooth, perhaps, but game for what-ever the fish gods would present.
The fish gods presented us with snow, wind, rain, high water and, thank goodness, a guide who knew what to do in adverse circumstances. That's when I met Karl. As past president of the Pennsylvania Steelhead Association, Karl knew where the steelhead were, what to do in high water, and how to find fish when there were a lot of other anglers on the stream. Karl starts his day at 6:00 AM.
Of course, if you fish with Bill, you know that by 6:00, he is shaved, showered and on his second bowl of granola. He may even have his waders on. So meeting Karl at 6:00 was not a problem.
One thing that amazed me in fishing the Erie area was the number of other anglers that are out and about at 6:00. I mean its dark. And cold. "Doesn't anyone work anymore?" I asked to no one in particular. I guess I was surprised Karl didn't start at 5. I don't think I caught any fish before about 8:30, but went along with the gag. Heck, it's fun to be stumbling around in the cold, damp darkness, looking for your gloves.
Going from access to access, from river to creek and back to river, Karl would hop out of his Jimmy which had a broken driver's door lock, sniff the air, look at the water and announce, "No Fish" and off we would go to the next one. "Too many people!" and off we'd go until we found what our guide was looking for.
Karl was one of the best fish spotters I have ever seen. I consider myself reasonably good at this aspect but Karl could see fish where I could see only green depths. Zen, I suspected.
Karl's fly selection didn't leave much to the imagination, small egg flies and small bead head stoneflies, usually fished tandem. They worked, so why get experimental? But the flies were much smaller than the ones I carry when I am in Wisconsin or Michigan. The eggs, or less elegantly sucker spawn as they are known locally, were the hot fly. #14's.
We fished for three days with Karl and he saved the best for last. He had access to some private water, and though it took about 45 minutes to get back into it, and a walk down a hill that would make Cardiac Hill look like a molehill, we ended up in a gorge with 300' high shale bluffs at every bend. Deep, dark green pools and riffles with fish shooting up between the leaves of shale were our reward. One of the pretiest places I have ever been, and I get around. And we had it to ourselves! As usual, he who uses the most lead wins, and this area was no exception. Bobber watchin' ain't excatly my cup of tea, but it was deadly as Bill and Hugh landed fish after fish. Karl said he had some better water over in New York but it was running muddy. Mercy, I guess I better go back and check it out! By the way, the walk out of that gorge was a killer, and I was glad to have been accompanied by two physicians who would have done a tracheotomy with a dull fillet knife given the slightest provocation.
We had first class fishing accommodations, economical and huge at a local Best Western, good food on the Erie waterfront where the walleye was the best I have ever eaten. By the way, the Best Western has a free breakfast but doesn't open until 6.......
As always, the highlight of the trip was the companionship, for which Ozark Fly Fishers is substantially responsible. I mean, how else do you meet these people???
Karl Weixlmann may be contacted at 814-836-8013. His web site is www.fisherie.com/flyfisherie
I will be seeing Karl again. |
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