Long Overdue Dad & Daughter Trip; A Dry Run Creek Trip Report


It has been a few weeks since my most recent trip to Dry Run Creek with Hannah.  I had worked out the details of a Dad/Daughter and Father/Son trip with my buddy Craig Peterson and his son Grahm Peterson and my favorite 10yo daughter, Hannah.  It was Hannah’s first trip to Dry Run Creek of the fall, and Grahm’s first trip ever.  We decided to head down for the weekend and mix it up a bit with a quick float on one of the tailwaters and some visits to some local fly shops in between time on Dry Run Creek.  It was a good weekend and the kid’s caught lots of fish, but in keeping with OzarkChronicle’s tradition, Hannah’s fishing trips are always told….in her words…


My Fishing Story
 By: Hannah Tucker

Friday started out pretty slow. Craig and Grahm showed up later then me and dad thought they would. When they got to our house it was dark. We started our trip around 6:15. I was so tired so I went for a nap. We stopped for some food because the boys didn’t eat dinner. I tried to go to sleep but I couldn’t go to sleep so dad changed the music to some Jack Johnson. I finally got to sleep. I woke up and we were at Mountain Home. That means we are there. Dad and Craig got our room keys and we got to our rooms. We unpacked and I laid down on the bed. When dad was tying some flies he cut himself with some scissors. He was gushing blood. We didn’t have a first aid kit. So dad went over to Craig’s room to see if he had a first aid kit. He didn’t so they put some tissues and some duck-tape. After that I went to bed.



I woke up at 5:00 A.M. It was a early start but once I was a up I was awake. I had a nice breakfast of mini donuts. When we got to Dry Run Creek we were all wader-up so we could start our way down to the stream.  Me and dad went upstream and Craig and Grahm went downstream. Me and dad started to look for big fish off the dock. Spotted one and guess what I caught it. We went up a little in the stream to a very nice spot. There was a bunch of nice looking browns. I caught a couple and even when I was going to cast again I hooked a fish. It wasn’t too big but a good size. We went even more upstream to my favorite spot ever. It was a pretty fast current. It didn’t have very big fish. So we went up a ways where there is a long island almost. It had some big browns.  There was a 30” brown that was humongous.

I fished to it for a while, but I don’t think the fish was hungry. After that dad and I went down stream to find Craig and Grahm. When we found them I was done fishing I had wanted to go in the boat so bad. I had never been in the boat before. We had brought the boat to float down the river.

Before we floated in the boat we got in the car and went to Dominic’s fly shop.  Dominic is a friend of my dad and Craig. Dominic has a beard and looks like he is from the show Duck Dynasty.  When we got to the shop a cute dog came out, the dogs name was Elvis. The dog made me miss my dog. The guys stopped talking and found out where we were going to float. After that we got in the car and left for another long drive. When we got there, dad had to leave again to shuttle. That took 2 or 3 hours. When he got back he told us he got a ticket. Then finally we got on the water and began our mystical journey.

It was pretty slow but a cool experience. It was also a windy day. For lunch we had sausage, cheese, and crackers. It was pretty good.  I also liked when I got to row. Craig even caught a fish when I was rowing. I didn’t catch a single fish on the boat. It’s hard to fish in the boat when it’s windy and your first time in the boat. It took like five hours, but it was fun. I helped unload the boat and put it on the ramp. We got into the car to take the long drive home. When we got back to the hotel we chilled out, but I couldn’t chill out cause I really wanted to go to dinner and get calamari. It took a couple hours but then we got to the restaurant. When we got there we sat at a table. It was their 2nd year anniversary so there was a live, loud band. The Wise’s came and we ordered are food.  It was good food. Later on Dominic came and convinced our waitress he was from Duck Dynasty.  She believed him for a little then, she was said” Let me see your I-D” and he was mad. After that we went back to the hotel and I went to sleep.


When we got up on Sunday morning we got dressed, but not in our waders. For breakfast we all went to White Sands restaurant. My dad said it was a institution. It was ok. I didn’t think it was that great. When we got out of the restaurant the sun was just rising. When we got to the car we left for Dry Run Creek. It took a while cause we had to get our waders on. I also had to put on my pig hat. I have to wear it because I promised Brain Wise I would. Another reason is that I’m only catching pigs. Also I have to squeal like a pig. When we were ready dad and I went down to the spot where the 30” brown was. Sadly it wasn’t there, but there was some pretty good size fish. So I fished there for a little while. I was catching fish like crazy. We went upstream a little bit because we didn’t get too yesterday. I saw a big, huge fish. I fished for it. It didn’t budge. I cast a couple more times. Then finally the fish went for it. And let me tell you he was a fighter. Dad actually tried to net it. The fish kept going up and down stream. When the fish was going up-stream slack came out because I wasn’t reeling fast enough and the fish snapped off and the rod came flying back at me and hit me in the face. I told dad it broke off and he didn’t hear me. Finally he realized the fish had gotten off. After that I was done fishing for the day. Dad and I found Craig and Grahm and said we were going up to the car and you could meet us up there so we can pack up. When we got to the car I got out of my waders and in to good car cloths. And at that time Craig and Grahm came up and were ready to leave. When I got in the car I was so tired so I took a nap. When I woke up it was lunch time. We went to a Mexican place it was good. When I came out of the restaurant I went to sleep. When I woke up it was raining I listened to music and jammed out till we were home. When I got home we quickly unpacked cause it was still raining. That was my fishing story.


It is always funny what she remembers from our trips together.  It isn’t always about the fishing, the catching, the food, or the laughs…..it is about a combination of it all.  I am a lucky guy to have such memories of her on the stream with me.  Until next time.



Dry Run Creek Trip Report: Better Late Than Never

2011-11-19pic003(Edited)(Resized)The holiday break often affords me with time to catch up on some past trip reports.  The 2011 Christmas Holiday was much the same, and in keeping with that tradition I will wind back to a trip Hannah and I took on November 19, 2011 to Dry Run Creek.  These trips to Arkansas are something that I will always remember, so often than not it is the trip that we actually remember more than the fishing, and this trip was no different.

We started this trip, late on a Friday night after rolling out of St. Louis and were in Mountain Home by 11pm or so.  Up early and off to the stream, we found ourselves to be the only ones there for the first hour or two.  It was a magical hour or two as well.  Hannah is really starting to come in to her own with fishing, we will next work on tying on the flies and knots, but from hook set to release, it is all her.  She caught and released numerous fish, including a really nice Cutthroat.

The entire Wise Family (Brian Wise, Jenny Wise, Parker Wise, and Carter Wise) caught up with us on the stream around 9am or so and we continued to catch up as the kids fished.  It is nice to have another adult/kid combo on trips as sometimes Hannah will get bored with fishing with me and it is fun to swap around and fish with another youngster.  Today was no different, and Hannah quickly jumped at the opportunity to fish with Brian and Parker with me.

Parker is a little fly fishing stud.  The kid can fish and is intent on fishing. The kids fished for a few more hours with many more fish brought to hand and released.  The kids were getting tired and Hannah and I were going to break for lunch and drive back to St. Louis that afternoon, so we headed towards Mountain Home and had a nice lunch with the Wise family and were on our way back to St. Louis by 3pm or so.  It was another satisfying trip.  Lots of photos were taken, and Hannah even made an appearance in Brian Wise’s 2011 Fall Fly Fishing Video.

But as with the more recent Dry Run Creek trip reports, it wouldn’t be a report without Hannah’s version:

Fishing Story November 18/19,11

By:  Hannah Tucker

Me and my dad left are house about 4:45. We were on the road for fifteen minutes and my dad almost hit a deer. But luckily we did not hit the deer.  It was like a miracle. I thought we were going to hit it .My dad put on the brakes and we made it .He said ‘If we had hit that deer, our fishing trip would have ended and we would have to call uncle Dan to pick us up, and trust me I did not want that to happen.  We kept on driving I fell asleep. When I woke up dad said’ what do you want for dinner?  I said I don’t care.  Dad said the same thing. So we went to Arby’s. We went through the drive through and got back on the road. I was about to go to sleep when we were listening to Jonny Cash.  We got to Ramada Inn and I was so tired.  I got in my p-jays and fell onto the bed. I couldn’t sleep at first because dad had the TV on. He finally turned off the TV.  When I woke up I got dressed and we went down to the lobby to get WESTERN SIZZLIN coupons. We went to eat and they did not have the buffet.  Dad asked the one of the staff and she said they were not open to the public.  So me and dad left and went to a different place.  Once we left that place we went to Dry Run Creek. We got on are waders and boots.  We got down to the creek and started  fishing.  I caught some small fish, mostly browns.  My dad was looking through his fly box  and wanted to do  something new.  He put on a yellow Sally.  And I caught a 23 inch cut throat.  It had the most beautiful orange stripes on the bottom of its mouth. Me and my dad went back to the car to take off our jackets.  Went back down to the stream to fish and it was like catch ,unhook, release, catch, unhook, release over and over.  I just kept catching fish.  Brian, Jenny, Parker, and Carter came to fish with us too.  We switched off so that Parker went with my dad and I went with Parker’s dad.  Brian couldn’t believe that the yellow sally was that good.  I kept catching fish.  The total of all the fish I had caught  so far was 36.  Is that awesome or what?  We went up the stream again and spotted a big brown.  It was huge. I fished to it, but sadly it was not eating.  I  fished to some more fish and my lucky hook  got stuck in the tree.  So I could not put it on my hook Keeper thingy migiger.  I fished a little bit more.  We walked back down the creek. We saw a fish with a eel thing on it. My dad told me to catch it so that he could  take that eal thing off.  Sadly I did not catch it.  We went back to the car and got in our regular clothes and went to lunch with Brian, Jenny, Parker, and Carter.  After that we went home.  The End.

It is funny the things that she remembers and the things that I have forgotten on these trips; such as the deer, the lamprey eel, or the breakfast.  Oh to be young again.  Until next time.

–Matt Tucker

Dry Run Creek; A Quick Road Trip (The Lost Report)

2011-04-02pic010(Edited)(Resized)I just logged in to the site after a long summer hiatus and found this post that I hadn’t finished up from April 2011.  Because of the length of time, I am going to leave the post as-is, and just add the photos from the trip……after all the photos and Hannah’s write up are where it is at.


Oh the things we do for our daughters.  This weekend, it involved driving down to Mountain Home, Arkansas from St. Louis, Missouri to spend about 4 1/2 hours on Dry Run Creek, a truly magical place, with my 9yo Daughter Hannah and my very good friend (and a helluva net man), Brent McClane, before heading back to St. Louis for dinner on Saturday.

To put it simply, the fishing was phenomenal.  Hannah has really seemed to take to mending line (perhaps sometimes too much), but on this day it was what was needed.

In keeping with tradition, below is Hannah’s account of the fishing trip.


Hannah’s Fishing Story

By: Hannah Tucker

Dry Run Creek, AR


It started when I got home from school Friday. I ate two snicker doodles before we left. Then we left—we were on the road. We could not find a restaurant, so Dad and Brent said, “We should go to Missouri Hicks.” It was good! I had a pulled pork sandwich with sweet and spicy sauce, with good mac and cheese. I got two giant cookies. Then we left.

We were on the road again. I fell asleep and had to listen to Dave Matthews Band. I hate Dave Matthews Band. We got to the hotel. We went to sleep.

The next morning Brent’s clock was set wrong. That was really bad. We had to go to Western Sizzler for breakfast. I wanted chocolate-covered mini donuts. But I got voted out. It was o.k. I had a biscuit and bacon. F.Y.I., I love love love bacon. We got done. We were on our way.

We got down there and put on waders and our necklaces. I was ready to go. I fish to a fish and I got it! I was pulling back the rod, and I got a fish! It wasn’t that big, but that’s o.k. I caught a bit more, and then moved down the stream. Dad bet me $5 [I would get a fish]. And I got it. He still owes me my other $5 from the last trip.

O.k., back to the action! Now there’s a giant fish…1, 2, 3…wow, 3 big fish! I caught the smallest fish out of three. I caught a couple more fish. I went to go set down my rod and Brent was coming and he didn’t know it was there and he accidently stepped on my rod. But it was my fault because I put my rod there. But I still kept fishing…

Then I caught the biggest fish of all! I was so excited! And on a broken rod. I was doing my happy dance! It was so heavy I almost dropped it. But I didn’t. Thank goodness. That would be bad. Dad took some pics and I went back to fishing. I caught the two biggest fish. It wasn’t the best fish. The best fish was the one I caught before. It was still big.

We went home. It took a long time, but we were home. THE END.


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