Dry Run Creek; A Dad & Daughter Weekend

2011-03-13pic008(Edited)(Resized)Hannah and I rolled in to the Ramada Inn parking lot, in Mountain Home, around 9pm on Friday (03/11/11) night.  Even though I was dead tired, Hannah had me rigging her rod up in the hotel room and making sure everything was packed up so we could get an early start to Dry Run Creek on Saturday morning.  Everything in its place and meeting Hannah’s approval, we turned in for the night.

After a restless night of hotel sleep, we were up early and on our way to the stream by 5:30am.  Since Hannah has been tying her own flies, she likes to pick what she fishes with.  She chose a red san juan worm, with a pink thread body; she chose well as the fishing was pretty crazy and we went through all 6 of that version of the worm she tied.  I quit counting at 50 fish in the 3 1/2 hours we fished in the morning, but Hannah swears she caught 75 fish.  At one point, she went 8 for 8 on 8 straight casts.

In addition to the snot rockets she was catching in the creek, she did manage to catch a few over 20″ and a really nice heavy rainbow.  With all the netting, the net I was using finally broke.  I really liked the size of the Brodin Patagonia Trout Bum net I have been using, but the yoke on the net just isn’t worth a damn, and this weekend it finally died on the last fish of the day (the solid rainbow in the photos below).  In addition to all the fish she landed, just like any Dry Run Creek trip, it wouldn’t be complete if she didn’t loose a few really nice fish as well.

The creek wasn’t terribly crowded in the morning, and we ran into several father / son pairs who were extremely friendly (particularly the guys from Mississippi and the guys from Texas/Memphis), and if it weren’t for the Dallas connection we wouldn’t have gotten the Hannah/Dad photo below (thanks again).  The heat was really turning up, and Hannah was ready for a break (and something to eat) so we headed back to the parking lot where we ran into Matthew Millner who was guiding a young man on the creek, and finally got to meet in person; which is always cool.

We de-wadered, and headed over to Mountain River Fly Shop to stop in and say hello to Steve Dally, and look for a new net.  After a quick chat with Steve, we were on our way to Big Spring in Cotter (another youth-only stream) with our new Measure Net Boat Net and lighter in the wallet.  We weren’t going to fish, but after spotting a serious rainbow, she quickly grabbed her flyrod, and slid down the grassy hill for a shot at it (only to line it), and like that it was over.  We were beat, and hungry, so back to the hotel.  After some lunch and a nap back at the hotel during the heat of the day, we headed back to the creek for the afternoon around 3pm (I wanted to make sure that we were there at dusk, and didn’t want to get there too early).  Fishing was pretty much the same as it was in the morning, and she is really getting good at mending.

Unfortunately, the fishing wasn’t the story for the afternoon.  It was the crowds as well as the people breaking the rules; adults fishing and live bait.  Shortly after arriving, we are down on the creek and an adult guy walks by casting a snoopy pole carrying a cup of night crawlers.  I mention to him that this is a kids only trout stream and live bait isn’t allowed, and that the fine is quite large if he is caught.  He responds “I know.” and goes about his merry way and walks back to the group he was with (of 2 more guys and kindergarten age boys).  Not twenty minutes later they are all fishing intermittently, so I decided to teach Hannah a lesson and went down and acted like I shot video of the guys (I would have, but not sure how to use the video function on my phone yet) and then let the guys know that because they were still fishing we were going to go up to the parking lot and call the AGFC.  Well, I didn’t have the AGFC phone number in my phone, so after calling around I gave up on reporting them (the Hatchery was already closed, so i couldn’t talk to anyone there), and we went back to fishing.  We didn’t run in to the group of guys again in the afternoon.  As we fished our way upstream, we come upon a woman and then a man casting a fly rod, while their teenage looking boy was sitting at the picnic table.  I again act like I am shooting video and confront them, they tell me it was the first time that they did it all day (that doesn’t make it right), and they hurriedly pack up their belongings and head out.  The thing is, with all this talk of the Hatchery losing funding, a little weekend enforcement on this stream during the weekends would probably go along way to helping to fund the hatchery (I understand that these are actually two different pockets, but Dry Run Creek wouldn’t be like it is without the hatchery.

So after playing conservation agent for the afternoon between netting fish for Hannah, we were both tired and decided to call it a day.  We headed back to Mountain Home for dinner, and then back to the hotel.  It was a good day, and we were both looking forward to tomorrow.

Day Light Savings Time is a bitch, especially when you forget about it and are at your destination an hour before sunrise.  We caught some sleep in the Jeep and waited for light.  We were back on the river and Hannah was catching fish Sunday morning.  Within the first twenty minutes, Hannah was hooked up with a nice rainbow and I was off, trying to net it.  I really need to work on my netting skills, but the new Measure Net Boat net that I purchased on Saturday was a little different than my older net an there was a definite “sail” affect when the net was in the current.  Needless to say, the first PIG of the day was lost; completely my fault.

We moved upstream and got to see a pig of a rainbow with a stocker size rainbow in its mouth and trying to eat it.  We watched this play out for about 20 minutes before the rainbow gave up and let go of the fish and swam off.  Hannah was fishing the same run where Parker hooked a big fish a few years ago, and Hannah was determined to do her best Parker Wise imitation.  After some fly changes, a sowbug was the ticket and a pig of a rainbow took it on the first drift, and shot up stream in the pool at least 50ft.  Hannah had him buttoned up pretty good, so I gave chase as he was hung up on a rock.  Once the fish saw me, he was off again, and downstream just as far (with me in pursuit).  He eventually got up underneath the bank and was just siting there working on her line.  I waded over to see if i could make a net attempt, and that was it…..the 5x snapped.  Hannah was pumped and excited, the first words out of her mouth were “That was Awesome.”  With that mental picture in her head, and a 4 hour trip back to St. Louis ahead of us, I decided we would call it a day and head out.  What I didn’t know I was in for, was listening to Hannah tell me that I really need to do a better job netting her fish most of the way home.  It was the end of another great trip to Arkansas, and we are already planning the next trip down there.

Dry Run Creek; A Trip Report by Hannah Tucker

Dry Run Creek

This weekend I had the pleasure of spending Friday afternoon and Saturday morning on Dry Run Creek with my 8 year old daughter Hannah and my long-time fishing buddy Brent McClane, as well as the Wise family (Brian, Jenny, Parker, and Carter).  It was Brent McClane’s first trip to watch the kids fish Dry Run, and afterward, I am quite certain he feels that this is a special place and that many more states should create a special area like this for the future of the outdoors.  It is with that logic, that I have asked Hannah if she would do the write-up for the site and tell the story of our fishing trip.

Hannah’s Fishing Trip To Dry Run Creek

By: Hannah Tucker

My fishing trip started by meeting Brent at Crackle  Barrel.  We ate breakfast before we hit the road.  I had 2 pancakes and 2 pieces of bacon. (F.Y.I.  I love bacon and pigs are my favorite animal.)  After we ate Dad helped Brent move his stuff.  Then we left to go to dry run creek.  When we were in Rolla we stopped at Wal-Mart to get me a fleece coat.  At lunch we went to Fred’s fish house.  I had a pulled pork sandwich with French fries.  Once we left Fred’s fish house we were almost there.  Brent and dad wood not stop farting. Mostly Brent was farting.  I know because I sat behind him in the car.  About 1:00 on Friday we were  at dry run.  Brian, Parker, Jenny, and Carter came to0.  On Friday the flies I used were a worm and an egg.  Carter caught the biggest fish on Friday.  We fished some more and I hooked a big brown.  We went to an Italian place and I got chicken alfrado.  Me Brent, and dad went to a hotel.  We went to bed and fell a sleep.  When we woke up we went to western sizzlin.  I got a cinnamon roll and more  bacon.  Then we left and went back to dry run.  In  morning I hooked a giant brown.  We moved up stream and saw a bunch of fish.  I fished it and got some really beautiful  fish.  There were purple and red strips on the bottom of some of them.  I got tired so we left.  We went to Colton’s Steak House but it is not worth writing about.   The end.

As you can see, it isn’t always about the fish catching when we take Kid’s fishing, but it is often the catching that will help hold their interest long enough to continue to do it.  Dry Run Creek never disappoints, and I look forward to every trip I get to take down there with Hannah.  Admittedly the report above leaves out alot of the fishing details, about the countless fish she landed or the numerous fish she lost (including the fish that Carter Wise later hooked and fought by himself); and maybe we should take note of that and realize that it isn’t always about the catching and to appreciate the entire trip; I know Hannah definitely reinforced that with me.  So, if you want more details of the trip, you will just have to ask Hannah….next time you see her on the stream or at her favorite fly shop.

–matt tucker

Dry Run Creek — Another Dad & Daughter Trip

My 7yo daughter, Hannah, and I have taken four trips to Dry Run Creek since her interest in fly-fishing began.  Each trip is really special for me, as she always seems to pick up on something around the house and she applies it to the stream to “be like dad”.  Just prior to our last trip to Dry Run in November, I had taught her how to tie San Juan Worms and gave her permission to get into my fly-tying stuff any chance she wants.  Needless to say, she now has about 4 dozen sjw’s tied up ready to fish.  She had been on me for awhile to fish again, but she didn’t want to go when it was supposed to be “too cold”.  So I took advantage of the forecasted 50 to 60 degree weather we were supposed to have  the weekend of January 23, and we picked to drive down Friday after work, stay in a hotel in Mountain Home, get up and fish until she grew tired and then drive back to St. Louis.  I knew that I was going to spend more time in the car than on the stream, but that didn’t seem to matter as we were heading out fishing.

We got on the stream on Saturday morning about 7:15am and dawned our waders and hit the water.  We fished upstream of the handicap access platform on the stream (which by the way they are extending upstream).  She was in to fish pretty immediately, after a few words of encouragement about her casting.  I netted the first fish and immediately she was reaching for it in the net to unhook it and release it.  At that point, I was tickled pink as our first trip to the stream she really didn’t want to touch the fish, but now she was unhooking and releasing the fish in the water.  I think she has watched too many of my home-made fishing videos and bass fishing guys on television though, as the first fish she caught she gave it a little kiss and back into the water it went.  I tried hard not to laugh, and I don’t think she noticed.

We fished for a little more than 4 hours on Saturday, but quit because her feet were getting cold in the Cabela’s boot foot waders that she was wearing.  In total she probably caught close to 40 fish (I quit counting at 25 early in the morning) and had me busy netting fish for her.  I had brought all my photo / video gear with me, but she kept me busy netting fish that I didn’t really have any time to shoot any quality photos, and only used my P&S once to snap two photos of her with one of  the fish.  It was a nice change of pace to fish with her and not have a camera around my neck the entire time and just enjoying the time together.

She did hook into 3 serious fish on the trip — each well over 20″.  The biggest fish that she hooked in to was the biggest brown that I have seen in the stream and when she hooked it the hook actually straightened and pulled out.  She took it like a trooper throwing her arms to her side and then looked up at me and said….”oooohhhhh that was a big one.”  I think she may be hooked.

A Proud Father on Dry Run Creek

Last week I had the absolute pleasure and honor to teach my 7yo daughter how to tie her first fly (a Red San Juan Worm with Pink Thread), it took her 4 times of watching me tie one and about 10 times of watching me show her how to whip finish and she was off.  Within short order she had tied up a dozen flies that looked pretty darn good.  I am going to catch  some video of her tying for the site, because I like to brag.  The key to teaching her the whip finish was showing her how the thread will create a number “4” when it is in the proper position; once she saw that it was game on.

I was supposed to catch up with Brian Wise to work out some details of the upcoming “Trip” that we are making over Thanksgiving weekend, so we used the opportunity to meet and discuss the trip in detail while taking our kids to Dry Run Creek.  We rolled in fairly early in the morning and as I was helping Hannah into her youth waders she told me to just “leave your flies in the truck” if only I would have listened to her.  The first place we stopped, on her first cast, with her first fly she tied herself, she landed a fish.  I don’t think I could have ever been more proud of her.  Now we get to work on mending line on the water and a few other things, but she is doing great.  She even stepped up throughout the day to help net Parker’s fish as well as completely unhook her fish, take it out of the net, and release it.  Lots of fish were caught and it was a great 3hours on the water with our kids as Brian and I worked out our plan of attack for the thanksgiving day trout massacre.  As the kids were getting tired of fishing, we headed to town for lunch and Hannah and I drove back to St. Louis.  A lot of driving, but Hannah is already tying more flies and looking forward to heading back down.  It was awesome.

–Matt Tucker

Dry Run Creek; Where Memories Are Made.

I am WAY LATE in getting this trip uploaded to the site.  Sorry, just been busy on the work front and what not.

My March 14, 2009 trip to Dry Run Creek had been building for ever, since my youngest has started to show an interest in going fishing with me.  The winter was too cold, and I was determined that she enjoy her second trip to Dry Run Creek as much as she did the first trip, so we waited until the weather was just right this spring / late winter and settled on this weekend, after consulting the weather several times.

I knew from our first trip down there, that the stream is more effectively fished if the kids wear waders.  It isn’t so much that they wade much, but in a few places it makes it easier for them to get closer to the fish.  Besides, as a kid growing up my dad always made sure I had all the hunting / fishing gear I needed…..and that was part of getting to go hunting / fishing with dad.  So with that I ordered her a pair of youth breathable waders from Cabelas for $70 and she was now outfitted with her own fly rod (a TFO 7′ – 6″ 5wt Professional Series) and Teton Tioga reel outfitted with Sharkskin (because that is what I had).  Besides, if I ever need a short 5wt rod for a trip to the smokies…I now have one to borrow.  Everything arrived in time and the waders fit her perfectly.  She was ready to go fishing.

Friday afternoon arrived, and Hannah and I left the office a little early (she needs to experience the full fishing trip, complete with sneaking out early) and headed home to load up and pick up my dad, who decided to make the trip with us.  The trip down was fairly uneventful as trips go, but realize that a 4.5hr trip to go fly fishing for a day is a little more than I think most 7 year olds can handle on a daily basis.  Luckily she slept most of the way down, once it was dark.  We rolled in to our hotel in Mountain Home around 10pm and hit the sack.

We were up early the next morning in an attempt to be the first ones on the stream, and as we expected we were.  Hannah and I suited up in our waders while my dad readied the video camera and other neccessities until we were all ready, and we were off down the concrete sidewalk along the hatchery headed toward Dry Run Creek.

The first section of the stream we fished (near the second stair case) was just full of fish and it wasn’t long before Hannah was rollcasting by herself and hooking fish (mostly by herself).  One of the first fish she picked up was a nice 18″ brown trout that came out of the water a couple of times while I went to get the net.  That was the only brown trout she landed on this trip, but she did manage to land several rainbows and even get hooked up with some pig fish.

As with most days on Dry Run Creek, the fly of the day was an egg pattern (a micro orange egg) under a yarn indicator with one small lead shot.  The fish were on it, just plain and simple.  We fished 4x tippit the entire day, and the fish did not seem to mind.  As fishing goes, it was a good day.  She was getting tired around 12pm, so we decided to break for lunch just as it started to rain.  We were going to drive back on Saturday afternoon anyway, so the rain simply made us shorten our stay on the stream (note to self, need to buy her a breathable rain coat before our next trip…), and with that we were in the car and on the way back.  In total, she landed about 30 fish in 4 hours or so, the biggest being an 18″ brown, so it was definitely a good day.

I could write all day about our trip, but my words aren’t near as exciting or meaningful as to hear Hannah tell people about her trip down there or the fact that I got to experience this with my Dad.  We managed to shoot about 3 hours of video while down there, and not near enough photos, that are below.  But again, it is was one of those trips that I hope every fly fisherman gets to experience.  If you take nothing at all from fly fishing, take the memories…..