I was lucky enough to learn about a new location from a friend so I headed out in search of wild browns.
As I was hiking into the river I was happy to see that the only trail was a not so used deer trail. The feeling of being able to fish a river that doesn't get a lot of pressure was awesome. I got to the river and hit the first good looking pool, then moved upstream losing 2 fish on the way. The great feeling of fishing a river with little pressure quickly turned to a feeling of holy crap this is one tough area to move through. Steep rocky banks, thorns everywhere, downed tress etc.
I got to the next hole and was rewarded with a beautiful NJ brown that slammed a streamer almost as soon as it hit the water.
I fished for about another hour until this happened. I was standing on the steep hill about 10 feet about the river when the dirt I was standing on let lose and down I went. I stood up only to find a 4" tear in my waders! Guess it is time for some new ones.
Here is a photo of the only brown I was able to land.
