THE NEW RIVER is many issues—beautiful, abandoned, harmful—however new isn’t one in all them. It was named unwittingly, so the story goes, after merchants labeled every landmark “new lake,” “new stream,” and so forth. The outline caught. But at 360 million years previous, it’s one of many oldest rivers on the planet. The New existed earlier than tectonic forces shoved the Appalachians up round it and the present carved out what’s now the New River Gorge—the longest and deepest gorge in Appalachia. It’s additionally among the best fishing locations east of the Mississippi.
As we load boats on the put-in, I survey our crew. My buddy Zach Simon guides whitewater right here and in Colorado, and his Lab, Otter, has spent extra time on the water than most people. Nate “Archy” Archambault guides anglers on the New; his girlfriend, Kate Barker, didn’t personal a PFD till this morning. Photographer Nick Kelley is snapping photos regardless that I do know he desires to unpack his flyrod, and I’m right here for the bass—and the rapids.
We may discover extra pristine whitewater out West, however there’s no river with a greater story. The New is a comeback child. These geological processes that uncovered sandstone and shale alongside these banks additionally uncovered seams of coal. The New River coal area boomed within the late 1800s, and the river ran black. The frenzy petered out after World Battle II, and a lot of the mines closed.
The New River recovered, largely, however there are nonetheless scars. Within the sand the place we stake our tents, you’ll be able to nonetheless see flecks of black coke from the coal ovens. In the meantime, the river suffers from continued unlawful waste dumping by residents and failing sewage infrastructure. Archy catches 24-inch brown trout in feeder streams right here, pulling them from beneath mats of plastic trash and soiled diapers. Arbuckle Creek, which flows previous the rafting firm the place he and Simon work and into the New, holds trout. It’s additionally an EPA Superfund Website, nonetheless coping with fallout from the coal business.
It feels just like the river is making an attempt to brush away our mess and win again the gorge. It feels wild. As soon as, we spook a black bear on the shore that flees over the railroad tracks. I paddle previous farmhouse-size boulders and twisted metallic wreckage. There’s no patch equipment that might repair the gashes it might rend in our rafts.
Our days on the river are lazy ones, punctuated with flurries of bites and rapids to navigate. However to catch fish—and to outlive the whitewater—you want expertise or a information. “Should you make errors, they’re big,” Archy says of the hydraulics, the strainers, the undercut rocks. “And it takes only one mistake.”
We don’t see different boaters till the final day, as we strategy the largest rapids. I assume this last gauntlet will mark the tip of our journey (Class IVs and Vs at peak circulate). However as we drift towards the takeout that lies simply previous the hovering metal bridge, a smallie strikes my swimbait. As rapidly as I launch it and solid into one other riffle, there’s one other chew. Quickly I’m catching fish on practically each throw: small ones, every as feisty because the final. I scramble to launch every so I can catch the following, all whereas enjoying keep-away with Otter, who’s as keen on fish as his namesake. Simon rows to a rock just below the floor and climbs out. He leans into the present, holding the raft so I can hold fishing. Eventually now we have to name it and provides in to the pull of the river.
This story initially ran within the Spring 2020 challenge. Learn extra OL+ tales.