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Gregory Morris, 9/28/06 10:14:10 am |
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This weekend I had the pleasure of going on a fishing trip with my father-in-law Roy and his co-worker and semi-professional fishing guide John. We floated down the South Branch River (north fork, south branch, potomac) for a good stretch of bass fishing. There was a campsite in the middle of the float trip that is leased by a friend of John's, and he was gracious enough to let us stay there for a few nights.
The fishing was terrific, mostly because it is a clean (aside from the high nitrogen levels from the farms) catch-and-release stream. We caught at least 50 bass each over the 2 days we were fishing. Most of the fish we caught were smallmouth, although there were also a handful of decent largemouth. I was also suprised at the size of the extremely aggressive sunfish we caught... all good eatin' size. My crowning achievement was a 6+ lb, 24 inch smallmouth... the pictures didn't turn out that great, since all we had was Roy's cellphone, so I'm still kicking myself for that.
The real reason for this post, I guess, is not to talk about fishing... I mean, lately, most of my posts talk about fishing. That was the initial reason for the trip, but next time I go down to the south branch I may not even take a pole. The scenery is just unbelievable. The water is beautiful and clean. There are dozens of species of fish... we saw schools of hundreds of carp moving up and down the river... schools of catfish... various minnows and chubs. We saw numerous species of birds, including eagles, hawks, herons, kingfishers, and other ones I don't even know the names. There were turtles everywhere. The wildlife is just unbelievable... so the nerdy biologist in me was absolutely thrilled.
The terrain was even more amazing. A geologist's dream. Giant cliffs running right down into the river with the stratographic layers pointing at extreme angles toward the sky. Every bend and turn in the river brought something new and entirely different. There were stretches along the river where you couldn't see anything but trees and fields and rocks and mountains. At one point right before the campground, the river shot off straight into the distance, where a massive ridge grew straight out of the ground, and went on forever. I really wish I had brought a camera. |
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