Morgan Run Brown

Couldn’t find any of the stocked bows in Morgan Run this weekend. I’m pretty sure they were washed to oblivion by Hurricane Sandy. I did coax a nice brown to take a black streamer from a deep bend after some serious walking. This gorgeous northern Maryland stream feels miles away, with boulders the size of houses and cars, genuine riffles and real undercut banks. Sign, if only it had a sizeable native population of trout.