Monday, May 31, 2021

Specks

 In Southern Appalachia, the char that dwell in cold mountain streams are called "specks," short for speckled trout. These are the very same char that inhabit both lowland and upland streams here in New England; our regional name is, more often, "brookie," short for brook trout. I think both are fairly appropriate. They certainly aptly describe the fish. One merely describes where it lives, the other what it looks like. In Latin the species is Salvelinus fontinalis, loosely meaning "char living in springs." Frankly, no name can fully describe this fish. 

I payed a visit to a spring not long ago where these speckled salmonids swim. It was an unplanned trip, I just found myself an hour early to meet a friend and right next to a familiar little stream. And of course I always have a rod in the vehicle, so all I needed to do was pull it out and tie on one of the Ausable Bombers that lives on the brim of my hat. Specks are simple creatures and don't demand expensive gear or complex presentations most of the time. A calculated approach is necessary, but usually only because of the environment. Open casting windows are a luxury. 


I walked until I saw a rise. I may have caught a dozen fish trying to get that riser before I actually got the fly to drift over it though. These fish can't let a meal pass. They live in an environment where caloric intake is both difficult and necessary. 

Eventually I  got my fly through the hidden fish and to the one that was actually rising... it was much smaller than the others! Downstream, though, I found a nice one feeding in a shallow riffle.


As we slide into summer, though today definitely doesn't feel like it, these fish will be at their most aggressive. I feel its important to note, however, that they act this way because they are fighting to survive. We as anglers should be aware of that. We shouldn't over-indulge. I'm learning to be satisfied with fewer fish to hand. Respect the specks. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Big River Bluegills

 Right now, big bluegills are setting up to spawn around here. Many are already on beds, and more are being build daily. For someone that likes to catch trophy size specimens of any and all species- like myself -this is the time to look for big bluegills. I love trophy bluegills. A sunfish in excess of 9 inches is an absolute blast on a 5wt fly rod, and bluegills in particular fight spectacularly well. Probably my favorite place to fish for big 'gills is the Connecticut River and its backwaters. The average size is really good and the fish are abundant as well. I know private waters with some truly huge bluegills, and I've often considered sneaking into them to get some. But when it comes to big public water bluegills in CT, there's little better than the big river. 

Last week I devoted some special effort to a particularly productive bank. Its one of those places I know I can count on each year, there are always beds for about a month solid and the fish are always trophy sized. The methods I use aren't complex, but my casts do typically need to be on point. Before the fish are all on beds, they are usually relating to specific logs. Not every dead-fall along the bank holds fish, but two or three are usually piled with them. Small streamers are my weapon of choice. The action is almost always hot and heavy. 


You may be scoffing right now. There is still this perception that bluegills are for children, and I've even seen kids turn their noses up after being indoctrinated in the trout and bass centric world of American freshwater fishing. I say bullshit, bluegills are awesome, and these big bull males pull harder pound for pound than any largemouth bass. 


Given the relative abundance of these fish and the fact that they are in fact an introduced species, harvesting some is not a bad idea. They do taste quite good, and though they are slightly less easy to clean than crappie or perch you can still get a lot of meat off of one. Just leave the big 9 inch plus specimens to preserve the trophy fish genetics. 



I'll be targeting giant bluegills sporadically through the coming weeks, both specifically and while out looking for other species. Hopefully I'll be able to encounter a few super schools of huge bull bluegills that pull like miniature permit and jump like... well, nothing else really jumps like a bluegill, really. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 


Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Convergence '21: Back to Back 30" Stripers

 Some nights spent pursuing the herring run are very slow, even if those herring are in fact present. There are swirls and splashed of alewives in the ink black water, but no boils or explosions from big stripers eating them. Repetitive casts with a big herring fly don't draw any grabs. The hours wear on and the feeling that any cast could be the one dissolves away. Such nights are actually the norm. Either there are no fish or just some small fish, and neither is really what I'm looking for. Other nights, it starts to feel that way until I make one small adjustment. That certainly isn't the norm, usually there is some sign that doing something different will draw different results, but sometimes there's just a feeling, nothing more. 

One night early in the herring run, I was getting bored. There were fish in, but they were silent. The sense that something was possible was just stuck in my mind despite every bit of external sign. I couldn't shake it. Eventually, I made a pretty simple move. I didn't change my fly, my leader, or anything like that. I just moved, and not very far. The first cast produced a jarring take. I rammed the hook home and the fish tore off. It clearly wasn't huge, but nice anyway and made a good account of itself. I landed it, removed my slammer from its mouth, and then watched it swim off. It was 30 inches on the dot. 


The next cast was stopped by yet another bass. This one fought dramatically less well, and yet it was basically a clone of the first. The same size, the same build, everything... just way less juice. 

And then it was over. I made a few more position adjustments but that was all the river had to offer. Frankly that wasn't bad at all. I'll take a 30 inch class striped bass any time. In this extremely deprived fishery, they've become a pretty reasonable bar for success for land-based fly anglers. This spring would produce quite a few more of them for me. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Monday, May 24, 2021

Another Big Carp While Looking For Bowfin

 Last week I again went out looking for bowfin, and just like the prior trip they didn't seem to have moved into the shallows yet. I spent hours slowly paddling around the flats and weed beds hoping to see that tell-tale long, undulating shape, but all I saw was more carp. This time most of them were sunning themselves, and fish like that are difficult but not impossible to catch. I did get one to make a move for my fly and I'm sure it would have eaten had I not drifted pretty much right over it. 

Right around where I hooked the rod breaking fish I wrote about last week though, I found another big trailer. I had on a mop fly, and was using my 5 wt. I made my cast, the fish stopped tailing, and I made a slow strip that came to an abrupt halt when steel found lip. I lifted the rod and the fight was on. This time, the rod didn't snap. However this fish performed a far more dramatic display of speed and power than the other one had. It's initial run was blistering, the first run into the backing I've had in quite a while. I got to shore as quickly as I could, but had a lot of work still as the fish made a second longer but slower run. Then there was that typical carp give and take before I got my hands on the fish and basically bear hugged it into submission. At an estimated 24 pounds, it was another high caliber specimen. Clearly there's something special in the water here.






Evidently I ought to be specifically targeting carp while I wait for the bowfin to start spawning. More likely, as soon as I switch gears to carp it'll be the bowfin that steal the show. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Saturday, May 22, 2021

Spring Reptiles

 I've delved deeper and deeper into my oldest obsession over the last few years. I was interested in reptiles well before fish, and spending time observing timber rattlesnakes really opened it back up for me. I've become completely engrossed in the pursuit of snakes. I want to see as many as I can and I want to capture the best images I possibly can of each species I find. 

Black racers are one of the first species I see most years and also one of the most charismatic. They're underrated because of their abundance, but to me they'll always be a favorite. I love alert, intelligent reptiles, and black racers are definitely both. They also routinely shock me with unusual behavior. Last year, I spooked a racer out of a pile of leaves and it promptly shot down slope and launched itself off the cliff face. The drop was easily 40 feet and I have to imagine the snake had some sort of game plan and had done this exact thing before. This spring I got to do some very close-up photography of emerging black racers. I also got to photograph a mating pair. Mating snakes often seem to throw caution to the wind. These two came tumbling down the hill right to me. 


Of course, I've been spending plenty of time with timber rattlesnakes. In fact, I really can't seem to shake them. I feel at times that I want to take a break but they just pull me back. Since they're endangered and I am completely enamored with them, I also have to deal with near constant strife. I worry constantly about poachers, development, trail building, and information leaks that threaten the sensitive populations. I'm currently deeply engrossed in a battle against mountain bikers at a den that very much seems to be slipping away. I've seen no more that two adults in one day on this particular mountain, and it was a very strong population just 10 years ago. Moves in the right direction are being made, and I'm glad I've been around to sound alarms, but I still fear for the future.


CT's other venomous snake, the copperhead, has also sucked up a lot of my time this spring. Unlike last year, it has been very fruitful. I've gotten to photograph dozens of beautiful copperheads this year already.


Perhaps most excitingly, just the other day I completed a long standing goal. I photographed the last CT snake species I'd yet to capture. The smooth green snake is one of New England's most striking wild animals. Bright green and sometimes even blue, smooth green snakes stand out from every other snake species in the area. They are also seriously imperiled and difficult to find. I finally hit it right last week and my friend Bruce and I got to enjoy not one but two of these amazing animals. 


I've very much enjoyed where searching for reptiles has taken me in recent years. Its very similar to fishing, actually. Snakes like certain weather, different places are more productive at different times of day, and I get a very similar rush from accomplishing my goals. It's certainly not going to pull me away from fishing, but it is a nice break from it sometimes.

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 


Wednesday, May 19, 2021

CT Fly Angler Guide Service

 Yup... I'm a guide now, registered and licensed. All the cool kids were doing it so I thought I would to. 

Photo Courtesy Leo Sheng

In all seriousness, I've intended to do this for a long time and already have a fair amount of guiding and instructional experience. I'll primarily be guiding for trout and smallmouth bass in Central and Eastern CT, but if you wish to target another species or are even looking to catch something completely new and unusual, just ask! I will not guide for Farmington River trout or striped bass though, at least not yet. There are plenty of great guides that already do and I will happily give you a suggestion tailored towards your needs. 

I'll also get doing casting lessons at whatever public location is most convenient to clients. I'm not the best caster in the world, certainly, but I've been told I'm pretty good and I'd certainly like to believe so. Accuracy, distance, and different casting styles are all areas I can definitely help a beginner improve on. 

Over the coming few weeks, the night fishing season for trout in most area rivers will be at its peak just before water temperatures become inhospitable, and that is something I'd love to take clients out for. It's a short window, and certainly not for everybody, but if getting into night fishing for trout safely and ethically is something you're interested in, get in touch and book a trip! Rates and contact information are on my "Contact & Guiding" page. Walk and wade trips for smallmouth bass are also a great option as some of the largest fish in the river are at their most aggressive right now. 


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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Seeking a Monster Fallfish

 I'm totally infatuated with giant fallfish. I'd love to say that I have a few water bodies close to home where I can consistently catch fallfish north of a foot long, but this just doesn't happen around here. There are some fish of that caliber, but not many. This is in contrast to other parts of the Northeast where fallfish in excess of a foot really aren't that uncommon. For me, looking for an impressive fallfish is a needle-in-a-haystack type pursuit. 

last week I devoted quite a bit of time to a stream I've caught some of my biggest local fallfish in. It isn't a large stream but during the spawning season, big fallfish enter it from the river it flows into. The spawn was in full swing when I visited, and it was difficult to pick fish out of the schools. When I caught males, they were colored up and their heads were covered in tubercles. When I caught females, they were full of eggs. 



I worked both up and downriver hoping to find some dense schools with a few large ones mixed in, but the pickings were slim. I ended up covering more water than I intended, and catching a few unintended species. Stocked brown and rainbow trout were a disappointing find, and I got about a dozen of them. 

At the very uppermost point that most fish migrating from downriver can reach, there was a really deep hole. Salmonid species and perhaps white suckers could perhaps pass the plunges about the pool, but most fish are stopped. Every year I get a few small smallmouth and largemouth bass in that pool, but on this trip my indicator was sunk by a smallmouth that was every bit of 4 1/2 pounds! Unfortunately, the hook pulled. That certainly would have been the fish of the day. As I walked back downriver, the sun came out and it started and I went to look for rattlesnakes. The cloud cover rolled right back over and it cooled off again. I saw timbers, but had no good photo opportunities. It was just one of those days where nothing was going quite right. Hopefully I'll be able to get on some monster fallfish at a later date.


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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Saturday, May 15, 2021

A Rise In The Flats

 Over time, the feeling that it is necessary to catch as many brook trout as possible, and the biggest brook trout possible, has waned for me. I used to be fiendishly obsessed with the species, and still am, but it takes less to satisfy me these days. A few fish to hand is enough, and though I still look for the largest in any given stream I don't put nearly as much time into that pursuit as I once did.

Have I fallen out of love with brook trout? No, quite the contrary. I've just grown up a bit in my fishing. I know how sensitive native brook trout are, and I feel that mitigating my intrusions on them is not a bad thing.  I've tried to do the same thing for striped bass and other at-risk native fish as well, limiting my catch and altering my methodologies and photo taking and posting habits. 

Now, when I walk a brook trout stream, I am far more inclined to seek out a visibly actively feeding fish rather than prospecting every viable pocket. It means I catch fewer fish, which is fine with me. But the experience I get is as rich and fulfilling as that of hunting down a giant brown slurping mayfly spinners. 

One cool April evening I was walking "The Family Secret." It was windy, and indeed chilly compared to the days prior. The insect activity was lackluster but not absent. There was a smattering of paraleps, some small black caddis, and two different stonefly species. I saw no rise activity until I reached a certain pool I've often had decent luck in. I stood and watched for a while, but saw no rises or flashes. Then, in the shallow and swift tailout, a brook trout rose. It wasn't a small fish, but it had dropped back into just 5 inches of swift but smooth flowing water. It was doing almost exactly what a large brown trout does during a hatch or spinner fall. I tied on a black CDC stone, and waited a bit. The fish didn't come up again, so I made my best guess as to where it was sitting. The first four casts drew no response, so I let the fifth drift further down. The fly disappeared in a swirl and I gently raised the rod. He was on. The fight was spectacular, highlighted by a handful of acrobatic leaps. 

I continued fishing, but the only other fish I found actively feeding in the waning light was a small fallfish. No more brook trout came to hand that day, but that made the one I did catch stand out even more. 


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, Luke, and Noah 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

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Stalking Monster Carp from a Kayak

Small green leaves were just making their first appearance of the year when I decided to load up the kayak and make a short drive  to look for pre-spawn bowfin. With cloud cover and sprinkling rain interrupted by brief bouts of bright, hot, muggy, sunshine, the conditions weren’t ideal for sight fishing, which is exactly what I intended to do. I wouldn’t see a bowfin all afternoon. Instead, I stumbled upon a fantastic carp bite. Having never fished this particular location before weed growth filled in most of the flats, I was never getting clear shots at the many large carp that were always present. This time, though, the flats were clear of vegetation but not of carp.

I got the first shot fairly shortly into the trip, but the fish did not stay pinned. The take wasn’t obvious, and my hook set was sluggish and much too- well- uncertain. When the fly and fish parted ways, it wasn’t a surprise. I made a loop of that cove, hoping to see a bowfin in the shallows, but only got shots at a few more carp. When I got back around to where I’d had the first encounter a few new fish had moved in. I was making a careful approach towards one decent fish when I happened to turn. I saw a far bigger carp tail up in shallower water. I made a bee-line towards that one. I got in position, quietly set down my paddle, and made the cast. I was still drifting towards the fish, and when it made a decisive jolt forward and ate I knew I had more slack than I could easily manage. I vastly overcompensated the hook set. The rod broke 3 feet down from the tip, but my steel had found purchase and the reel sang as the fish ran hard.I knew it was a really big one, the fight would have been a nail-biter anyway. 

Having the tip of the rod broken off and all the way down at the leader made it downright terrifying. I’ve caught a lot of big fish in sub-par situations though, and I beat this one eventually. I maneuvered to the bank and managed to get the fish close. When I tailed it, got my hands under it, and lifted it out of the water, I laughed maniacally. 


This was undoubtedly the largest carp I’d caught in years at an estimated 28lbs. Catching fish of that caliber isn’t at all unheard of; in some fisheries it is quite common. But no matter where, a carp that size on the fly is an exceptional trophy. I was elated, but also ready to get another shot. Unfortunately I’d have to use my 12 wt, which had been rigged for pike, but I was glad I’d brought it. Another fish did eventually give me an excellent shot. This time I didn’t mess up the presentation or the hook set and another big carp, albeit a much skinnier one, came to hand on the brown woolly bugger. 

Some days certainly don’t turn out the way I’d expect and this was very much one of them. There’s a lot to be said for versatility. There are probably times... excuse me, there are definitely times where my lack of single species focus and my interest in targeting as many different fish as possible has prevented me from being as successful as I could have been. That said, it has made me adequately adept at a lot of styles of presentation and knowledgeable of many different fish species. It saves me on days like this, when the species I set out to fish for are just not around or not willing. I’d set out looking for bowfin and instead had my best carp day in years. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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, May 12, 2021

Convergence '21: Starting Off Strong

 I didn't really target stripers this winter. I didn't feel I could justify my want to catch some in the face of clear evidence that mortality is drastically higher under winter conditions, and the obvious decline of the stock. As usual I also started consistently hitting herring runs a bit late. There had already been alewives in the creeks for more than two weeks when I made my first trip. I didn't bother checking the tides or anything, I just went. Upon arrival, I could see the swirls of spawning alewives in the shallows illuminated by the lights from nearby houses. The ospreys and bald eagles had already settled in for the night, but a few great blue herons stood vigil along the banks. I was using my kayak to get around, and the cold dark water dripped off my paddles as I paused to tie on a large Sedotti Slammer variation. It was time.

Upon reaching my destination, I dismounted from the kayak to fish from the sod. Making repetitive casts, I waited for a grab. My patience has been my strongest attribute in the pursuit of big spring striped bass. I will stand for hours in the cold, the rain, and the wind, waiting through hundreds if not thousands of casts for that one sensation: the thump of a striped bass swallowing my fly. This isn't a pursuit for those who like sleep, or those who desire steady and consistent action. Catching big striped bass on the fly is very very hard to do in today's fishery. This is my pursuit though. I've come to adore it. There's little I'd rather do than listen to spawning herring for hours while waiting for that thump.

This time the thump came early. I don't think I've ever gotten a striper on the first trip of the year, but an hour into my 2021 bass season I was strip setting as hard as I could and a good bass was angrily trying to shake the herring that it must no longer have thought was the real thing. I was fishing a my new 12 weight and this was the first time the rod would be put to a real test. The fish put on a good show with a few short but screaming runs and some violent thrashing at the surface. I was very pleased when she rolled in the shallows and I was able to get my hand in her mouth. The first striper of the season was an excessively heavy 35 incher, maybe 18 or 19 pounds. Her gut was packed full of alewives. As I slapped her tail and watched her tear off, leaving me dripping wet from tail splash, I hoped that she'd leave the river soon and continue on her travels. Perhaps she'll spawn somewhere along the way. Maybe she already has.


So my first bass of the year was a good one... I spent 3 more hours out there that night without another take, but that's alright. I didn't need one. The overall theme of the season had already been set. Persistence and a well thought-out approach would prove fruitful this spring. The convergence of herring and predators had just begun. There are many more stories to tell, and I will tell them all in time. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Monday, May 10, 2021

Vibrant Sunfish & Bass on a 1 Weight Fly Rod

 Geoff Klane of Brackish Flies had been trying to get a rod built for me for a long while now. I was looking for something very specific and very uncommon: a 1 wt fiberglass rod. Eventually the right blank came along and Geoff was able to build me a very special rod that I could still afford. What resulted is unquestionably the most beautiful stick in my arsenal. He did a phenomenal job on it. I went out to the Cape to pick it up from him and got to spend a little bit of time casting for sea run brook trout with it. I moved a couple but didn’t connect. It wasn’t until a few days later that I’d really get to put the new rod to use. I visited a small park pond with some particularly pretty pumpkinseeds. 

Bluegill x pumpkinseed hybrid.


Pumpkinseeds are the predominant stillwater native sunfish in the Northeast, and a very underappreciated species. Everyone waxes poetic about the beauty of brook trout, but in my opinion pumpkinseeds give them a run for their money for looks. With a white and red edged dark “ear”, shades of aquamarine, orange, red, and green across their face and flanks, and fabulously ornate fins, pumpkinseeds are a spectacular animal to look at. They are often very aggressive, and I had no problem finding them in this little pond between the bluegills. More than a dozen strikingly colorful fish put a bend in the new rod. 


I also found a non-native species, largemouth bass, in the early stages of spawning. The small males were especially willing and put up an exceptional fight on the light fiberglass rod. A couple actually peeled drag. Some of them were quite lovely too- there's definitely something appealing about the shades of green and live on their sides. There are certainly some large ones in this pond, but pressured as it is they are very difficult to fool. Maybe I’ll return soon to try catching one of those old fish. For the time being the colorful and willing pumpkinseeds were very satisfying. They were exactly the sort of thing I wanted a glass 1 wt fly rod for. 




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, Luke, and Noah 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. 

Saturday, May 8, 2021

The Ugly Takes One: Post-Frontal Wild Brown Trout

 We needed rain here in CT, and suddenly we got a whole bunch of it this past week. Having not done all that much trout fishing lately I decided it was time to take a drive and look for some sizable wild brown trout in small water. The rain had certainly given the flow a nice big boost, which was fantastic. The stream I was on tends to fish very poorly in most other conditions. With bright fresh foliage providing shade and the flow and turbidity perfect, my hopes were high. This seemed like idea streamer fishing conditions. 

Two hours later, I was wading upstream dejected, irritated, and completely vexed. I'd had a couple half-assed flashes- fish that never even touched the fly -but that was it. I switched to a two nymph rig for a while and that did nothing either. Then I put on the Ausable Ugly and wham: on the first cast a 17-18 inch wild brown trout took and went airborne. The fish had eaten the Ugly high-sticked, as I often fish it in high and murky water conditions. The fish put up a hell of a battle with a few more leaps and some serious digging. Usually I get some of my best trout fights at this time of year. The fish are well fed and the water temperature is ideal. 

Thinking that was the start of a hot tighlining bite, I proceeded to carefully work every likely high-water spot. I missed one more fish, but that was it. The fish I had caught was a stunner but it kind of mirrored the rest of my local wild trout fishing this spring: tedious and frustrating, and lacking in both numbers and size. A few friends and I have compared notes, and things seem pretty dismal. A lot of once thriving wild brown trout streams in Connecticut are just trashed now. Angler pressure increases due to covid, as well as multiple consecutive bad water years are definitely huge factors. 


It has been very frustrating to watch the deterioration of many of the fisheries I've spent hours on over the years. It's even sadder to see that the anglers that are actually vigilant enough to notice these problems are in the minority. I really wish that more fisherman would engage constructively in their sport. If that doesn't happen, so much of what we love will continue to be lost. Spots will close, fish populations will crash, regulations will become more strict... this is all already happening. Be a good steward. Pick up trash, don't publicize spots, and treat the fish and their habitats with respect and cautiousness. Please. 

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, Luke, and Noah 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. 


Thursday, May 6, 2021

Early Season Walleye

 Catching large walleye on the fly is a low-grade obsession of mine. Though I don’t find myself nearly as compelled to spend hours on the water looking for a 30 inch walleye as I do seeking large striped bass, it is something I’ve put a lot of time and thought into. Over the last five years I’ve caught a half dozen walleye eclipsing 27 inches, one of them at 28 ½ inches. Those are impressive walleyes, especially on the fly, but I won’t really be satisfied until I break the 30 inch mark. Eventually, I’d really like to break the fly tackle world record as well.

Spring 2021 has, so far, been lackluster both in terms of number and size. The conditions that lead to really strong bites haven’t presented themselves much, and on a handful of occasions when it seemed like the conditions were really good there still just wasn’t a bite. On a few nights, fish were stupid shallow and extremely finicky. I found myself experimenting in different conditions with new flies. Perhaps the rising star was the Edson Tiger. I needed something lighter and with a slimmer profile when the fish were setting up in 6 or 7 inches of water on a rock bar, and that fly came in clutch on a handful of occasions. 

Of course, the old standby chartreuse and yellow Woolly Bugger took its fair share of nice walleye as well. There were certainly nights though when I knew there were fish in front of me but it was failing to draw interest. It would seem that I ought to try some new color variations. Olive and black tend to be lackluster, and I’m not quite sure why. The biggest walleye I caught this spring did take the chartreuse and yellow, but a downsized version.

Erratic weather conditions complicate the process of looking for big fish drastically. Old data, meticulously collected over the years, seems irrelevant some seasons.The fish fly off the cuff, the water temperatures rise and fall without stimulating the expected behavior, and good pressure and moon phase windows don’t provide the expected results- but all I can really do is keep going, keep fishing hard, and keep recording the data. The quest for trophy walleye continues.


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, Luke, and Noah 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, May 5, 2021

Rhode Island Mirror Carp on the Fly

 I've wanted to catch a mirror carp for years. Mirror carp are a genetic variation of common carp, believed to have first been cultured to make them easier to clean and ea. They are now mostly bred for aesthetic purposes. They're characterized by irregular scaling. The array of possible patterns- ranging from fully scaled to linear to nearly scale-less flanks -is quite impressive. Leather carp, not considered mirror carp, lack scales entirely. Though the genes that result in the scale abnormality are recessive, they manage to linger in populations where large numbers of mirrors were introduced for a long time. I've only ever seen a handful of mirror carp in Connecticut, even though a friend caught one out of the very lake I live right down the road from. My friend Mark got a mirror this spring, and I really started to get obsessed with the idea of getting one. 

Luckily, perhaps best mirror carp fishery in the Northeast is just miles from my partner's house. I made some half-hearted winter attempts and found very little life, but I knew that come spring I'd get shots if I was persistent. What I wasn't ready for at all was the shear abundance of mirror carp in this population.


One evening, while Cheyenne was out with friends, I headed to the river. It was my first trip in hospitable weather and my hopes were high. The first fish I saw was a common, cruising at a fast pace in the middle of the canal I was walking- not a viable target. For the next three hours I ended up seeing a few dozen carp, mostly tailing, many out of reach on the opposite side. Shockingly I never ended up seeing another that was definitely a common, every fish I got a good look at was a mirror. I never really got a shot but I didn't end up taking a skunk. I saw a decent chain pickerel cruising up the center of the canal just a few inches below the surface. I cast my mop fly a few feet in front of it, started stripping, and that guy came right over and crushed it.

The next morning I had a bit of free time again and went back out. This time I got a couple shots in the canal, but again came up empty. I walked along, looking in ever viable spot, and finally found a school of large fish, all very clearly mirrors, sunning behind a deadfall. These fish are usually extremely hard to convince to eat. I made the best of it though, making the gentlest possible presentation in front of the largest of the group. That animal didn't quite spook but definitely reacted negatively. The smaller one next to it whipped around and sucked in the fly. What proceeded was the most hair raising carp battle I've ever experienced. That fish was in and out of deadfalls constantly for the next 15 minutes. I was using 6 pound tippet and a 5wt. Nothing about my setup was geared towards keeping a 20 pound fish out of cover, and I didn't. Somehow, though, every time the fish made its way into the mess I managed to get it back out. When I got my hands on it, I knew a genuine miracle had just transpired. My leader was completely un-chaffed. That just seemed physically impossible, I'd felt my line rubbing on logs and branches numerous times. I really don't know how it worked out. 


With my first mirror out of the way, I'm excited to explore more of this fishery. I've long seen photos of big Rhode Island mirror carp caught on bait, I think its about time someone started showing them flies. 

  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, Luke, and Noah 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.

Monday, May 3, 2021

A Quest For Golden Shiners

 The humble golden shiner has long been one of my favorite local native fish, in large part because there isn't another species around here that looks anything like it. They're almost panfish like in shape and sometimes size, unlike any other shiner species in the vicinity. The best fish I know to compare them with are European roach and rudd, which are very similar in shape and color. There was a short time during which I was catching a small amount of rudd in a local pond. I'm not sure how they were introduced, but their size and extremely vibrant red fins gave them away. Over time they actually seemed to hybridize out of existence with the golden shiners in that pond, and now I rarely catch anything there that isn't, visually at least, golden shiner through and through. I also rarely catch big golden shiners at all anymore and this spring I sought to change that. It has proven to be far more difficult than I'd anticipated. 

Part of the difficulty of catching big golden shiners is their inability to get big in most waters. Golden shiners are an easy prey target, with no spiny fins and no particularly good evasion strategies. Instead, they are prolific breeders, and in most ponds there are lots of very small ones. Their tiny mouths make gaining size rapidly a challenge, so it takes a special place to grow them big. Dense weeds are a common factor in bodies of water with big golden shiners, but this just makes it more difficult to actually catch them. The popularity of the species as a bait fish, especially for northern pike, also makes big ones harder to come by. Wherever big golden shiners are found, someone is probably keeping a bunch to use under a float or tip-up. Last but not least, I have yet to find a fly that catches golden shiner but wards off the thousands of small bluegills that are usually occupying the same areas. Such a thing almost certainly doesn't exist.

By the time I began targeting these big goldens this spring, the pond I was most interested in had closed to fishing. I had one other small body of water I had confidence in, but decided to try some other ponds in the vicinity as well. One of them is a spot I'm very familiar with but had never caught a golden shiner at. One day, while targeting crappie and big bluegill there, I got lucky and nabbed two decent goldens. 


That was probably a bit of a fluke. I tried there a few more times but failed to get another shiner. The pond I already knew about though was giving me the hardest possible time. Its bluegills were proving to be exceptionally annoying. Catching more than 150 of them each trip was beginning to feel like the definition of insanity. I'd caught a nice golden on my first visit this year, before I had decided to specifically look for them. I couldn't understand why I wasn't able to get any more. Finally, just when I was at wit's end, I got what I was after. 


Goldens don't really fight, even a big one isn't that big, and I have no use for them as bait. I just find them fascinating and beautiful for some reason. I understand why European anglers enjoy targeting big roach and rudd. Catching a large, wild specimen of any fish species is a challenge worth pursuing. It requires a far deeper understanding of a fish's ecology and behavior than does simply going out and catching just any fish.

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, Luke, and Noah 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