Heading out of town on Saturday night there was a certain giddiness, an eagerness. I could not wait to get to GTO's southern tier camp. I could not wait to get in the river and stack the browns and brooks up like cord wood. We would have four guys there was no way we were striking out this trip, there was no way even with two members fly fishing beginners. We made great time leading our caravan of vehicles down through many small trout towns. Max had arrived first and opened up camp so upon our arrival we plugged in our generator and we were officially in business. Saturday night may have involved some random hoopla and a few too many drinks, but we were all ready for the next day, the river was alive with trout and the weather was supposed to be beautiful.
Shaking off the previous nights activities we ventured to town for some breakfast and hot dogs, yes hot dogs. After breakfast it was time, time to venture to the Genesee. We chose the bottom of the dam in Belmont to start our search from some beautiful browns and brooks.
I was planning to drift nymphs all weekend and help josh learn how to cast his newly purchased fly rod with some great on water experience. Gary and Max would be conventionally fishing with spinning reels and jigs and spinners. They also drifted some Gulp eggs that were recommended by a local at a local bait store. After throwing the nymph around for twenty to thirty minutes I was being nosey and watching all the other anglers on the river and noticed one gentleman over waist deep in the water right up by the base of the dam catch two nice size browns within 15 minutes of one another. I started casting and moving up stream, but didn't receive the bite I was looking for. Walking back downstream to the rest of the guys I stopped by to see how Josh was doing and to give him some pointers while gracefully stepping off the rocks into the river I performed the falling swan dive right into the water. Good thing it was warm out cuz my right arm and shoulders were soaked.
Ok I may have came in a little hot, but who knew these rocks were so damn slippery
After fishing this beautiful area downstream of the dam for awhile and not landing any fish (Gary had some bites and was having his bait stolen but could not land one) I wanted in on this dam area where the previously mentioned gentlemen were hooking up with nice size brownies. We took a little break, changed flies to the white/yellowish nymphs i could see floating in the river, and trekked back upstream to the low head dam in the middle of downtown Belmont NY. Where the dam empties over and another tributary empties into the Genesee Gary and myself attempted to cross out to a stone island out near where I had seen gentlemen landing nice fish. We were going to go land us some nice size fish and feed all four of us and Syd back at camp on trout all night. We are the backups for that show River Monsters, we can concur mother nature and her mighty swift currents..... OR not!!!! Trying to cross the river out to the island I slipped again on some river slime and went completely under. Gary being right behind me grabbed me and all was good at the moment. Now to just get back to shore hahahaha. We managed back, I walked downstream a ways to fish in the sun cuz now I was completely soaked. Wet
COLD
and no fish
Thats how day one goes down
Genesee 1
team GTO 0 and wet
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