Videos by PA Undercurrent Outfitters


The changing of the seasons, for some, is no more than a date on the calander. A symbolic date that signifies a change is coming. For fly fishers, or rather anybody that spends a significant amount of time outdoors, that change is more apparent. Noticed not because we know its coming, but because we can feel or sense something is different, or about to change.

Our local region here in Central Pennsylvania doesn’t have the coldest or most brutal winters by far. But sometimes it can seem to linger on longer then we feel it should. Overstaying its welcome. That’s when a date on the calendar telling us its spring, feels more like a downright lie.

After what can seem like an eternity of going outside and seeing black and white, that first morning you realize you don’t need your extra fleece, and can close your eyes and take a deep breath without it burning your lungs with chill. It’s like the world is turning to color, and the seasons to come relate more to the quarry you’ll fish for, rather than the equinoxes and solstices.

You’ve just been reborn into a changing world. No more monotone, but rather a brilliant Technicolor of greens and blues, and hopefully browns, rainbows, and bass.

Music:"Birmingham Jail" by Chatham County Line (

The Stone Sessions vol. II: Expectations

Dry fly fishing Oregon's Deschutes River for it's stunning native trout. Having high or unrealistic expectations when trying to time the stonefly hatches is often a recipe for disappointment. It seems having modest or no expectations (except enjoying the pursuit), is a better way to approach. And when that rare moment arrives.... know the rest of the story.

When in prime condition and fat from gorging on salmonflies and golden stones I believe Deschutes trout are amongst the hardest fighting trout anywhere. Majority of trout shown were fooled by the fantastic Chubby Chernobyl from Idylwilde Flies. Kudos to the great folks at Fin and Fire in Redmond, Oregon for being fully stocked on chubbies during the hatch:

Shot on the Panasonic GH2 with 14-140 lens and the GoPro Hero 2.

Volume III featuring the OBP prime time players will drop from the sky in July.

Music: "Shake Your Hips" from Exile on Main Street
"No Expectations" from Beggar's Banquet

And yes, its true, I got spooled for the first time in 30 years on the water.

Baetis Train

Baetis, Blue-Winged Olives, or just BWO. Whatever you call them, its more than likely they're the first mayfly to hatch in your area. Less colorful and much smaller than the mayflies that come to the party later in the season, they still provide outstanding dry-fly opportunities to fish that haven't been pressured for months on end.
While fishing these Olives all over central Pennsylvania, we couldn't help but notice the rails-to-streamside correlation. It seemed everywhere there was good Baetis hatches, there was the presence of trains as well. Could it be that the men who laid the plans to these tracks just wanted to gain quick, and easy access, to the best early-season dry fly fishing?
Kinda makes you wonder if they laid those steel rails, so they could fish the Blue-Wings.
All aboard the Baetis Train.
Music: When You're Gone (Bombay Laughing Club) / CC BY-NC-SA 3.0


In fly fishing it can seem there are very few constants. Especially when it comes to the weather. The only constant I can think of, is that the truly nice days are far too few. We filmed two very different days in mid-February, and put this movie together for those on the fence about whether or not to fish based on some possible unpleasantness. One sunny, warm, and pleasant. The other dark, cold, and windy. In those two days we found a fly fishing constant. Definitely not the weather, but the river, and more importantly, the fish.
Music: Death Proof (Fancy Mike) / CC BY-NC-ND 3.0