Saturday, May 31, 2014

White Caddis

Today I did some warm water fishing, first for green sunfish in a mil pond. I used a white palmer dry fly. The fish were all tiny, so I moved to another pond.



The second pond is a bit bigger and loaded with big Bluegill and Bass. Coincidentally a heavy hatch of white caddis was on, with Bass and Bluegill rising to them. My size twelve white palmer matched them as good as anything. I was soon nailing good sized Bluegill and the occasional Bass. I caught fish well into the dark, and the caddis just kept coming. By the time I left it was to dark to see the fly, so I had it sunken and was using a figure eight retrieve. The fish at it less often but it was easier to tell when they did.






Fat Belly!



Hard to focus in the dark.




Friday, May 30, 2014

Hot Before the Storm

I went to my home water today, this time by bike. I had forgotten how convenient it was. I reached the stream and was delighted to see the water level was perfect. The air smelled perfect, and the water clearer than clear. An assortment of typical small stream bugs were hatching: Hendricksons, Little Yellow Sallies, Midges.


The first fly used was a red Humpy. It was eaten by a fairly healthy Brown and some Salmon Parr.

After failing for a while to get hits on the Humpy, I put on a dry dropper rig. I haven't used dry droppers often until recently, when I did I did because it was the only way to see rises to a small dry or emerger. I have to say that I have taken a liking to such a set up. Today a pheasant tail was dropped off of an Ausable Wulff. It killed. Though it took me a while to get in the rhythm, and I ended up missing an absolute hog. I would have to say he would go sixteen inches. For a small stream that is enormous.

When I did get in the right timing, the trickle of trout became a flood. To my delight among the Browns and Parr a Native Brook Trout found the fly.





In one pool that I know to be very productive, I got two sizeable Browns from a foam line on the far side. All of the fish fought well, but these two were particularly strong for some unknown reasons. As I fished the skies clouded over, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The fishing was good so I ignored the weather.




I was finnally ready to leave when rain began to spatter down. I was a wet ride home.

I decided to take video at one good pool and got one to eat the Bomber on video. It was actually the last of the day.

                                     

Simple

I mentioned a simple fly in the previous post. It is a soft hackle streamer tied on a size 8 streamer hook. The body is either gold tinsel or gold tinsel and yellow monofillament. I tie an antron tail on some. The hackle is either orange hen or pheasant crest. I have only used them a bit, but simple tends to end up being productive.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Outfished

I don't like being outfished, particularly on a trout stream by my spin-fishing colleague. Dalton caught seven Brook Trout today on spinners. I managed one. Regardless of the fact that they were all stockers, they were pretty and fought well. One Dalton caught was pushing sixteen inches.

My lonely Brooky took a size eight yellow bodied orange soft hackle. When they are attacking other's spinners, this fly is killer. I did get a few good chubs on a March Brown, and was covering a rise when two beavers went through the pool and shut him off.


Here is the big boy:

Radioactive Worm

I tied a simple panfish fly recently using orange egg yarn for a tail and chenile for the body. I call it the Radioactive Worm. I used it yesterday on a farm pond. It killed. I got a few good Bluegills and a dinky Bass. One gill was being chased by a hawg of a bass, maybe five or six pounds. Streamers next time!


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Disaster, Narrowly Averted

Some may have noticed that I have posted fishing reports about every day for the past few weeks. I caught fish on all of those days. Yesterday I went carpin' using dog biscuits, but the conditions weren't right. Bass wouldn't eat either. With only a brief time to fish left, I went to a different location. This Green Sunfish saved the day:


Excuse the camera strap.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Oh, The Hit of a Pickerel

Today I wanted to fish a pond that can only be fly fished from a boat or kayak. Unable to do so today, I traversed the shore throwing spinnerbaits and top water lures. I got one Largemouth on the spinnerbait, and one on a jig. Both took next to a sunken tree. Quit a few bass took the Heddon Torpedo.

I love bass, but little can trump the attack of Esox niger on a topwater lure or fly. They come in from the side and turn as they hit, sending an arc of spray into the air. Often the come clean out of the water in the attack. Unfortunately they are good at missing the lure altogether. I lost all but one of the twelve or so that charged the torpedo.

I also saw a bunch of big common carp hanging out in the flats. Some were sipping seeds, Alder Flies (these big caddis like bugs were fairly active, blundering into the surface on occasion) and vegetation.







Looks like I'll need to get the dog biscuits and spun dear hair dry flies ready!

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Nymphing

Today my fishing revolve arround the use o weighted flies and tiny shot. The first location these were used was a small native trout stream, where an Isonichia pattern manged a good sized Brook Trout amid Salmon Par. He ate in a run at the head of a pool. The big boy did a few jumps and one good run. I got him in safely and he gave me a brief window of opportunity to take his picture. Back he went, his red fins the only part of him that was visible against the pebbled background.

On to a big stocked river I went, there the Iso did the trick, coming up twice with Rainbow attached. When it failed to produce the Copper John did, and a 15 inch brown trout came to my feet. The last fly of the day broke the rule, a bucktail. Several casts later it was taken by something big. By the bronze and red flash I knew it was a large brook trout. The line when slack. My heart caught in my throat. I hat loosing good fish. I stood silently or a while.


Looked down while kneeling by the pool and this guy was right by my knee.


Out of focus, but this boy is blind. Look close.

Good lord I need to stop shaking so much!

Don't care what they say, chubs are beautiful!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

High But Not Too Bad

Fished the salmon today. It was up and discolored, but not unfisheable. After looking we (my father and I) went to a small wild trout stream. Salmon par and a few wild brows were caught.


We returned to the Salmon in hopes of a spinner fall. The bugs were there but did not dance. Some trout were rising to emerging caddis. One good sized brown took my Copper John on the swing. I swung and missed. Changing to a Partridge and Orange I was able to scrounge up on pretty little bow. As darkness fell we left the river, talking about returning when the water is clear and lower.