Showing posts with label Jigging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jigging. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Why You Should Tie & Fish Hair or Feather Jigs

Hair and feather jigs are some of the most utilitarian lures in the fishing world. Cheap, simple, and easily fished, small jigs bridge the gap between fly fishing and gear fishing. I was generally reluctant to start fishing jigs with a fly rod under the misconceived idea that they'd be too heavy. Then, in a fly swap, I received some flies tied on simple dart jigs by shad guru Sonny Yu. I eventually got around to trying them, but not for shad. The first time I used jigs on a fly rod was while targeting trophy sized yellow perch. They quickly proved their utility. 

Before I started using jigs, I didn't have a particularly good understanding of how specific weights fished. I'd tie nymphs and streamers with brass or tungsten beads or cones, copper wire, lead wire, non-lead wire, dumbbell eyes, and other materials to add weight but I didn't pay much attention to specific weights. When I started to tie jigs that was suddenly the foremost factor. I was buying weights as much as I was sizes: 1/64oz, 1/32oz, 1/16oz, so on and so forth. I knew pretty much exactly how heavy a fly I was tying, minus added material. It turns out that's a huge game changer for a fly tier and angler. I now could correspond how a fly fished in different scenarios directly with its weight. I could also see how different materiel and fly sizes impacted the sink rate and action of  jigs of the same weight. For example, a long and bushy bucktail in 1/16th oz sinks quit a bit slower than a short, sparse one. The part of the tail I tied with had an impact too, of course. I could then make a pattern of the same size and material on different weight heads to fish different depths and different current speeds. That's huge. Jigs made learning it easy and lead to me paying a whole lot more attention to the weight of the other flies I tie. 

Jigs also just seem to work really really well, often when other offering won't. Two people's catch rates in particular heavily influenced my interest in tying and fishing jigs: Tim Galati (www.youtube.com) and Josh Rayner (www.ctfishnerd.com). Tim's success regularly catching trophy sized fish of a variety of species on bucktail jigs piqued my interest, and Josh's regular success with his own hand tied jigs at times I'd previously had a hard time catching similar numbers and sizes. Noah caught on a bit quicker, resulting in a few really big early season smallmouth bass, at which time we proposed building a shrine to Tim Galati. The bucktail jig is magic, it really is. And at sizes under 1/8oz they can be fished to exceptional effect on a fly rod. I found that using such jigs on a floating line allowed me to very effectively fish 5 to 10 feet of water early and late in the season for less aggressive bass and walleye in my local lake. It opened up new spots where I'd previously felt I was fishing dead water. I could now feel bottom contours and regularly catch fish where I wasn't previously. As soon as I knew how to fish a spot with jigs, I could easily switch over to other flies and lines and find success that way as well. But the jigs just flat-out worked, so I only occasionally bothered to switch it up.

Jigs also present extraordinarily well under a float. The number of impressive fish I've caught on a 1/64oz chartreuse marabou jigs under a Thingamabobber is ever-growing. Last spring I got walleye, crappie, carp, and a huge smallmouth on that rig. When the water is cold and the fish are sluggish, particularly either with slow current or light wave action, this has been exceedingly deadly. Sometimes fish want very little horizontal movement, and retrieving the jig through the zone won't result in many hookups. A float allows you to hang a jig at an exact depth. This can be huge when it comes to suspending fish like crappies, especially when shore bound and fishing to schools that are further away than the tip of your rod. It's just vertical jigging at a distance. Wave action adds action to your jig, so wind is often helpful with this strategy. 

Another huge benefit of these simple jigs is their affordability. I tie my own, of course, which gives me creative control over size and color combinations. Mine are either all marabou, marabou with a chenille body, woolly buggers, or bucktail jigs. Getting jigheads on the cheap is exceedingly easy, and oftentimes scrap materials left over after tying nicer, fancier flies and perfectly suitable for simple little jigs. You can get more out of what you were probably already buying anyway. Of course if you don't tie, you can get get marabou jigs exceedingly cheap at just about any walmart. Or, if you want something specific, you can send me an email and I can put together a custom order. If you're using them as flies it definitely doesn't feel as much like a travesty if you have a bit of creative control. 

That brings up a fun question... are these jigs flies? You'll have to answer that yourself, but I'll leave you with two facts: I've cast a Clouser Minnow about 45 feet with a medium light spinning rod, and I've fished an inline spinner very effectively on a 9' 5wt fly rod. The gap was bridged years ago, it's all in what you chose to make of it. 

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Thursday, March 11, 2021

Just One Slab: Ice Fishing Big Crappie

One notably unpleasant day in February, Rick invited me for a run up to Massachusetts to fish a well known crappie and perch hot spot. A gusting Northwest wind would prevent comfort out in the open, so it was a really good thing Rick had both shelter and a portable heater. We set out, brimming with confidence and some idea of what to expect since Rick had just fished the spot a few days prior. 

Trophy panfish seems like an oxymoron to some fishermen. I’ve met a few folks that turn up their noses to bluegill, crappie and perch entirely. This runs contrary to my own opinions of those species. Panfish, large ones in particular, are something I borderline obsess over. That’s why it’s fun to fish with Rick, he will never shy away from a good panfish bite. Having ice fished for them all over the northeast for many years, he also has far more experience than I and I value the knowledge I’ve been able to pick up from him. Still, neither of us is good enough to catch every time we go out though, still. And that’s part of what keeps panfishing exciting. It isn’t as simple as just going out and jigging on a body of water that holds the species. 

On this day we never fully got a grasp on the bite. There were fish under us sporadically throughout the afternoon and evening and we were able to get bites sometimes. However, they were not, for the most part, the sort of bites we were looking for. Most of the fish caught were small sunfish, perch, and spottail shiners. After spending a while at the first set of holes we moved over just a short distance. Immediately we had marks under us and promptly each caught a crappie. Mine was a slab. It wasn’t as big as we were really hoping for at 12 inches and change, but it had shoulders and was certainly a good fish. 

We thought it was on, but we didn’t get another crappie all evening. From right around sunset on we even had loads of big marks beneath us, a huge school of fish. We could sporadically get them to follow but they seemed to have no interest at all in eating anything we tried to feed them. We can’t be sure what species these were since we didn’t catch one, but it certainly was befuddling. This is exactly what keeps fishing engaging for anglers like Rick and I: we want to either figure out how to catch these fish or figure out how to know when it isn’t possible. One fish, a pretty good one, made the trip, but it was those that we could see on the flasher but failed to fool that made me want to figure this spot out. 

Until next time, 

Fish for the love of fish.
Fish for the love of places fish live.
Fish for you.
And stay safe and healthy.


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Thursday, March 4, 2021

Trophy Pickerel Ice Fishing

 I love big chain pickerel. That’s never been a secret. I get a great deal of joy out of catching the native Esox species. I especially love really big pickerel. Regrettably, I’ve not been catching many truly giant pickerel in recent years. That changed one day in February while out on the ice.

Rick and I were actually looking for panfish, mainly big bluegills and crappie. We set out on a shallow, weedy lake that we knew had a large abundance of both species in good sizes. We also knew it had a lot of chain pickerel, and we certainly wouldn’t mind catching those. The first few spots we tried weren’t especially active, we may have gotten a bluegill or two. But eventually we set up in a deeper spot and could see fish moving around in the weeds on the flasher. They were a little finicky, but we were soon slowly picking up bluegills. Eventually I got a crappie as well. There were a few “up bites” that I was missing, and these are usually indicative of crappie bites. 




I got a pickerel too, maybe half a dozen fish in. It was a small one- beautiful but not impressive in stature. I always find it fascinating that pickerel will eat a tiny tungsten jig with only one or two spikes on it; it seems so small. It’s not really in their character. They’re smaller than pike but if anything, have even more attitude. Eating such a tiny bait just seems unlike them. They will, though, and nothing could prepare me more for the next pickerel that ate my little jig. It came out of the weeds and I saw the eat clear as day on the flasher. It felt heavy and immediately began running hard. I was using the equivalent of 5x tippet, so I felt I couldn’t possibly land this fish. The fight was a jaw clenching give and take, and when I got the fish to the hole I could see that not only was it a really nice pickerel but my line was crosswise through her teeth. With my heart in my throat, I shoved my hand into the frigid water and miraculously managed to get her through the hole. 


What a fish she was! Long, but more impressively, very girthy. There were clearly a few panfish in her stomach. This was the sort of pickerel I’m hoping I’ll get on the fly sometime this month or the next. The fact that this big predator -with 3 inch panfish in her belly- felt the need to eat that miniscule jig, and that I then got her to hand? Incredible. The highlight of the ice season for me. 

We ended up picking at panfish and pickerel the rest of the outing. The bites came in bits and spurts. A couple of the pickerel were nice ones, though not nearly as impressive as the second one. It was an excellent day out on the hard water- one of my favorite days ice fishing ever.


Until next time, 

Fish for the love of fish.
Fish for the love of places fish live.
Fish for you.
And stay safe and healthy.


Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Leo, C, Franky, Geof, and Luke for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version. 

Edited by Cheyenne Terrien

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Shorties and Getting Bit by a Skate

One foggy dog day morning, Noah and I drifted around an Eastern CT bay, bottom fishing. It was a short fluke filled day, we caught them with consistency. Though most wouldn't be particularly thrilled, I don't fish for fluke often and that's the only way to get big ones in today's fishery. I'm just happy to catch any flat fish, because they're wicked cool animals.




Most of the time I was fishing with a strip of sea robin on my jigs, But I did make sure I fished without it enough to get a couple properly on the fly. I don't catch flatfish on the fly nearly as much as I'd like to.
Towards the end of one drift, as we started to come up into shallower water, I got some fluke like taps then set into a fairly heavy fish that bent my 5wt to the cork. It didn't feel at all fluke like. It was either a ray or a skate. Given that we'd been wade fishing the same flat the previous evening and had seen and fouled a bunch of clearnose skates, more than I'd seen my entire fishing career prior, I had a feeling it was one of those. And that's exactly what it was.

We netted it. This proved to be an ill advised move.

The skate bit down on the net and decided it didn't feel like letting go. I decided to flick in on the snout just above its mouth to try to get it to let go. I'd forgotten how protractile a skate's mouth is....

Before I'd realized what was occurring, I found my finger very firmly in the jaws of an unhappy and impressively strong skate. I gasped in utter shock at how strong this fish's jaws were. And how much my finger now hurt. I could not simply pull my finger out of the skate's mouth. I asked Noah for help... and to take a photo. The photo was prioritized over my finger... documentation and story telling over my own safety is the name of the game.

Photo courtesy Noah Johnson
I was convinced that if the fish decided to start thrashing I would at best have severe lacerations and at worst lose my finger. The latter seems pretty unlikely, but at the time I really felt like that was a possibility. It f****** hurt! Noah and I, using pliers, managed to open the mouth and remove my now damaged middle finger.

I don't recommend getting bit by a skate. It isn't fun. If you, for any reason, need to get a skate to let go of something, don't flick it about it's mouth, just grab the pliers.
Until next time,
Fish for the love of fish.
Fish for the love of places fish live.
Fish for you.
And stay safe and healthy.



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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Going Vertical

Sometimes in salt, there just aren't surface feeds. Scratch that... most of the time there aren't surface feeds. If you go out and depend on seeing birds or breaking fish, or finding bass or blues casting around structure, you are likely to spend a lot of time that you could be catching fish, uh, not. If I'm not chasing down a blitz or actively casting to working bass, blues, albies, or bonito, I'm almost always vertical jigging, and if I'm vertical jigging I'm almost always catching something. I pull it off with a fly rod, relying on inordinate amounts of weight and tying flies on jigs, but I never turn my nose up at using bait, metals, or epoxy jigs on a spinning or conventional outfit either. It really surprises me to see how many people will just motor around hopelessly or sit around not fishing waiting for something to blow up, when they could easily be catching seabass, scup, fluke, or tautog, among other things.




He who sees the future.

A few weeks ago, after covering a bit of ground looking for fish active at the surface, Patrick Barone and I started drifting and vertical jigging a big bowl between a couple reefs. We both started out using jigs, and honestly I almost stuck to that for the rest of the day. We were absolutely slamming scup, BIG scup. Some of these fish were hefty enough to run drag on dogging runs back towards the bottom. I stuck with a crippled herring for a while, which is actually a pretty large metal to be jigging scup with but was working fine. 



Eventually though I caved and broke out the 5wt, hoping with a two fly drop shot rig I might be able to get a double. I know for sue I had a pair on a few times, bit I just couldn't manage to get both up any of the times I got the chance. I also caught smaller fish overall.


We left them chewing there. It was the best scup fishing I'd experienced both in size and in numbers. And they were also mostly very dark, beautifully colored fish, with some cool variations and a few lighter fish mixed in.

Later that week, my good friend Kirk invited Noah and I out after bonito, primarily. We had bonito up in the early afternoon, but to say they were being obnoxious would be an understatement. Despite a couple hours worth of crazy surface feeds and each of our best efforts to catch one of those picky little bastards, we didn't get any.




Once again, vertical jigging was what made the day. Kirk got a couple of really nice black seabass, Noah and I both got plenty of young of the year seabass and average sized porgies, and I even got a tautog on an un-tipped pompano jig.



There were incredible clouds of silversides around that afternoon, and such biomass often draws attention from more than just the typical players. In this case, we were seeing schools of scup underneath the silversides. It as quite a thing to see, and for me the highlight of the day.


If I haven't already hammered the point home...
Why sit around waiting for a blitz that might not happen or burn a ton of gas looking for one when the ocean floor is practically paved with fish, some of which you probably haven't caught, which are readily hooked with quite simple and inexpensive rigs on spinning gear and a little bit of outside-the-box thinking with fly tackle. I could go in depth on my own approaches, rigging, presentation, and such, but honestly it's not that hard. Dive into the idea of trying to catch these fish and it will teach you more than I could possibly do in writing.
Until next time.
Fish for the love of fish.
Fish for the love of places fish live.
Fish for you.



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