A year ago I started this blog with the same activities that took place this weekend - the Blennerhassett TU chapter fingerling stocking.
This would be a little bit more of an adventure than the previous year. The first day would be a complete hike through of the Middle Fork of the Williams watershed, from the Scenic Highway to the mouth on Williams River Road. I would make this hike with the head of the West Virginia limestone fines program and the plan was to take water samples at various points throughout the watershed.
This is the stream from a June report when over fifty volunteers moved over seven tons of limestone fines, one five-gallon bucket at a time.
The hike was about ten miles in length and was some of the most beautiful water I have been on anywhere in West Virginia. When the brookies return to this water, this will be another WV gem!
It was also good to see limestone fines sand dumped in the culverts on the Scenic Highway has moved more than a mile into the watershed.
Back to the stream and the beautiful water, the first stream crossing on the trail:
The recent rains had the water up and a little off-color, not "mud" off-color but "tea-stained" off-color. The rains also made the stream crossing a little difficult for someone not wearing wading shoes (not me).
About halfway through the watershed we came to one of the most interestingly named streams anywhere!
Hell For Certain Branch dumps into the Middle Fork of the Williams with a magnificent plunge.
From Hell for Certain Branch it was on downstream to Beechy Run, which also dumps into the Middle Fork with a spectacular set of falls.
From the mouth of Beechy, it was another short mile to the lower trailhead for a total of over six hours on the trail.
I stopped to fish a new brookie stream on the way back across the Scenic Highway, but the recent rains had the little stream nearly unfishable and I was beat from the Middle Fork hike.
The plans for the remainder of the weekend were to hang out at the Thornwood Science Camp with fellow chapter members and our annual fingerling stocking on the headwaters of the West Fork of the Greenbrier.
My journey to Thornwood would take me through Cass and Greenbank - Greenbank has a serious problem with their deer herd. Just before crossing the East Fork of the Greenbrier to camp I had a black bear run across the road in front of me. This is the second black bear of the season for me and that makes the total personal black bear sightings in West Virginia three. I don't have a clue how many days I've spent in the West Virginia backcountry and I've only seen three bear.
At camp I was expecting a full cabin (ten bunks), but we ended up with a total of three. It may have been the weather forecast, which called for snow in the higher elevations.
The forecast turned out to be accurate as we woke to a skiff of snow. As we traveled across Middle Mountain to the West Fork, it was more than a skiff. This is October 17!
As with previous years, we would meet at Wildell - the site of an early 20th century logging community....110 million board feet!!
From the rail trail you could see the distinct snow line.
Considering the weather we had a good turnout, including a couple of new guys and a couple of young children. It's always great to see the young ones getting involved in conservation, even though they don't understand the reason why we do what we do, it's good to see the outdoors.
Following the stocking we had a few hours to explore some new water with an old friend. I haven't fished with him since this stocking last year. We would be fishing another new limestone fines stream that I was made aware of the day before.
I hadn't had on waders since March but near freezing temps and a rain/snow mixture forced my hand. As much as I hate to admit it, I had to wear waders in October!
We fished for about an hour, mixing up the flies before I finally figured out what they wanted. Going back to an outing on the main branch of this watershed earlier this year, I tied on the biggest dry fly in my box and dropped off the biggest tungsten beadhead nymph behind it....bingo!
It's always good to see a few of these guys in a stream (up until the day before) I thought was "dead".
Out of the same run came the largest fish of the day, on the dry and in beautiful spawning attire.
I picked up a few more on the dry dropper setup, but with an hour drive back to camp and a forecast for more snow we called in an early day - almost.
We stopped along the road to show my friend a stream I had fished earlier this year - also the last stream I had waders on this year (in March). We stopped quickly just to check out a couple of large pools. I gave my friend first shot but when he struck out I picked up this guy on the dropper. Notice how dark the background is, as it was the last minutes of daylight.
Following a long day, it was an early night with the plans for the last day still up in the air - to hike or fish?
When I woke, there was another layer of snow on the ground so as I pulled out on the road I had still not made up my mind what I would do. One quick stop on another new stream my partner had fished on Friday. I didn't even put on my gear, just grabbed a rod and stepped off the gravel road to a culvert hole and I added another new stream to my brookie list.
From this small trib it was back to the hardtop for the short drive along North Fork Mountain to the Mouth of Seneca. As I traveled along NFM I noticed the trees were still in their beautiful fall colors. At this point I made up my mind - I was headed back to Chimney Rock!
I noticed, as I neared the trailhead, another distinct snow line on the mountain.
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