Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
|The Sex Dungeon getting some well-deserved rest after a hard day's work|
As long as it doesn't get so cold down here that the rivers lock up, I can usually make it out and fish for pike a bit in the winter. Last week I checked the ten-day forecast and saw that it was going to be in the forties today (Saturday) and tomorrow (Sunday). With a weekend like that, you've just got to figure out a way to go fish. After asking just about everyone I could, right up until the last minute, I ended up fishing by myself. It's just that time of year when everyone's busy.
I fished for about a half-hour before I worked my way into water where I really expected to start catching fish. And once I did, I had eight fish within an hour, at a conservative estimate. The most pike I had ever caught previously on the particular section I was fishing was four. So I was pretty blown away at eight.
My first fish came right where I expected to start catching fish. But what I wasn't expecting was an eat on the next cast. I missed it, put my fly back right away, and had another tug but lost the fish as it came out of the water on the hook set (it was small). Those back to back fish gave me a surge of confidence. I just knew that there were fish were everywhere, even though I'd only interacted with a few. Unsurprisingly, I connected with a nicer fish on my next cast. Not huge (really not even big for a pike), but a tight-skinned twenty-five incher is on the high side of average for this river.
I stopped taking pictures for a while after my fourth fish, the fishing was just too good. So it wasn't until my fifteenth fish that I finally took another picture. I actually was going to stop fishing after my fourteenth, but he squirmed loose before I could snap one. So I just decided I'd catch one more, for the sake of a picture. It's not too often you can do that and expect it to work. Realizing that made me decide that today's outing was about as good as it gets.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
My cousin-in-law Merritt and I got out today to close out the month. It's a sad thought, but the last time I fished was the first day of the month. At least I started and finished right.
Following yesterday's warm weather, we were hoping that there would be a few willing fish, despite the slightly colder temperatures. Besides a chance to stretch, get some fresh air, and do some casting, a few fish is exactly what we found. And Merritt got his first two pike! Not a bad end to November at all.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
We started the day fishing bass on a lake. The water's getting cold, and while there were plenty of fish around, most of them were just interested in following our flies to see what was up. We had follows from bass and pike, but were having trouble getting them to commit. A few ate, but not many.
Then we decided to try our luck for musky. Nathan managed to find this stocky, aggressive fish hiding in a log jam. It blew out and missed his fly the first time, but Nathan put the fly right back in front of its face while it was trying to figure out where its prey had gone. Gulp.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Things really started to slow down for me in October. Nonetheless, a few highlights included a couple of nice sunrises,
a little pike,
skateboarding on a great fall day,
my client cancelling one day so I could get out to the river...
...and catch this guy,
making a new friend,
and some nice sunsets as well (wading along the lake in the dark and trying not to fall in). Thanks for the pleasant surprises, October.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
New things keep us going - flies, rods, hooks, streams, people, just about anything. But every once and a while I like to be reminded that even some of the things that seem new in the sport, aren't entirely so, even in a flowering sport like flyfishing, where available technology is rapidly increasing the scope of fish and water that we are able to target.
Mousing for trout is one of those areas within flyfishing that often seems like it's talked about like it's new and that not many people do it. Field and Stream posted a video recently about mousing the Delaware, where they said, "You know, everybody goes up there to dry fly fish, few guys go up just to streamer fish, and nobody goes up there just to mouse."
Then I read a book I got from a relative, titled Along the Trout Stream and published in Birchwood, WI in 1979. One chapter stood out to me, its title was "Night Fishing Browns." Naturally, I was intrigued, this old timer is talking about fishing at night. I like fishing at night, so of course I wondered what he had to say. The author George Mattis describes his night-time forays into the trout streams of, I presume, Northern Wisconsin. I'll share a few of his words here:
"In time one gets the feel of this sort of blind fishing, and he accepts the limitations of night casting with grace. He becomes part of the night outdoors as he flushes nocturnal birds from their stream-side perches, bumps into large, flying insects, or disrupts a coon or muskrat in its nightly roaming...
"In fly fishing for browns in the dark of night, one will want to confine his efforts to rather limited waters with which he is familiar... this is no time for searching out new trout lairs...
"Two men fishing a stream side by side is not the ideal arrangement normally, but it can be tolerated and even appreciated when night fishing big holes on a wild grown stream where one might step into deep water or need help in landing a hefty fish. There are some few anglers I know who still prowl the brown's lairs alone at night, but most, if they consider nocturnal fishing at all, prefer company...[my emphasis]
"...this casting into the blackness is hardly different from daytime casting. One learns to "feel" the travel route of his fly and he has pretty much control over it even though he does not see it...
"I find small, white poppers just as effective as the miller moth fly under these conditions... Then I have made crude imitations of a small mouse by tying deer hair on the shank of a long-shanked hook. The top or brown part of the hair is cut off so that the lure is white or at least nearly so. The tubular hair is buoyant and when the contrivance is retrieved over the water, there could be something here to suggest a swimming mouse."
"I have spent a few adventurous nights with an avid brown trout man who considers late night fly fishing from a canoe a normal angling adventure... He ties and uses his own oversize flies, and when the night is right he battles several three to five pound lunkers to a standstill. This angler is still at the youthful age where curiosity and experiment are a part of his fishing.
"Too many of us stream anglers accept the rules and methods as handed down to us from the long past. We become staid to the point where we all fish alike. It is quite refreshing to fish with some local loner who stumbles upon some unusual technique and knowledge that produces fish for him."