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A Day on the Piney River for Father’s Day
Below is a photo log of my Dad and I’s day on the Piney River. Day began at 4:00 am, and a scenic drive through southern VA nested us at our destination: the starting point of a 3-Mile trek through the dark and wooded forests of the Shenandoah National Park. Using an old 200 year-old mountain road as our guide, we hiked over weaving paths through the mist and were sheltered from the rain by the gloomy canopies of the maples, the pines and the oaks above. Seeing remnants of rock walls, cattle fences, and step farming from mountain life over 100 years ago along the way, we finally reach, deep into the mountains, a pristine and untouched stretch of the Piney River. Happy Father’s Day Dad, to the original old man and true master of the art of fly fishing.
A good start to a surreal day on the Piney. Wild Brookie bearing its signiture spots and white tipped fins.
Smooth cast through dense green, nods to the old man with a quality cast.
Brook Trout biting, green inch worms losing. Yellow stone flies are hatching and also working.
Beautiful hole, six trout caught, and above rest the falls.
Perched on a fungus spore.
No way around the falls, so we have to climb strait up through it. I took a video with my phone climbing up the falls.
The old water testing facility, still in use today. Mist still lingers on the waters and the day is nearly done.
The expression leaves no doubt. Over 30 wild Brook Trout between us, nothing spoils a day of success on the water.
The last glimpse of the Piney and its splendor before our hike out. The mist blurs my lens and masks the true magnanimity of the woods we left. As the Piney and the National Forest continue to change, it becomes more and more difficult to fish. We may not be back, but this stretch remains for those who still wish to find it.