White Mountains

Tomorrow I will be heading up to New Hampshire, along the Kancamagus Highway in the White Mountains. Although the main purpose of the trip is for mineral collecting, a bit of fly fishing for wild trout is certain. I wil post on Monday.

Cheating

Today I did something that, for a bit, had me disappointed in myself. I used spoons and spinners. The hot producer was a Phoebe, Metallic Perch color. A C-P Swing also got some action. The stream was one I had consistently been out-fished by a friend using spinners.

I lost one on the first cast. It took a lot of pools before I hooked and lost another. I eventually got my first of the day. I realized it to actually be my first trout on spinning gear EVER.  For my first year targeting trout I used a spinning rod, but shortly later was given a fly setup. All I had caught on spinners were Salmon Par and Chubs. Therefore that Brooky was my first fish of the trout persuasion on a fly, although it is technically a char. My next fish was a big boy who was hanging out by a beaver dam. I managed a few of his comrades too. The last fish was pulled from a long glide and took several times before being hooked.

Great Hill Pond

Dalton and I have once again been hitting the warm water in kayaks. This morning we went to Great Hill Pond, a smaller clear water body holding Large and Smallmouth, Crappy, Bluegill, Yellow Perch and Pickerel. During the calm of the morning I cast a popper fly  and caught some nice Bass and Bluegill on that popper. Then the wind picked up. I lost one pickerel on a streamer then decided to give up flies. White caps were forming and I picked up the spinning rod and tied on a rapala.

Trolling that rapala I started to catch plenty of fish. Dalton was using a spinner bait and boated a 2 pound Largemouth and a 20 in Pickerel, along with some smaller fish. I ended up with 26 fish, Dalton with nine. Considering how much the conditions had deteriorated we did fairly well.

Moodus Again

As we had planned Dalton and I returned to fish Moodus reservoir. once again I cast flies to fish in shallow weedy areas. My first fly was the black Pot Belly Frog. I fished a point, and at farther most grass patch recieved a tremendous hit, clearly visible was an enormous bass. He swam of trailing my fly and a few inches of leader. Some little imperfection had gone unnoticed.

Not to worry, It was not long before I was back in the game. We both used top water, landing fish well into the night. Some were fairly nice.

Small Stream Bluegill and Sucker

Today I went out to a small stream intending to get some wild trout. I fish this creek once in a while and sometimes catch trout. In fact my last trout of 2013 came from one of it's pools. Using a small yellow marabou streamer I did well today, although none of the catches were trout. Big fat bluegills chomped the little fly regularly, in one pool on almost every cast. Then I hooked something big. At first I was really excited, hoping I had nailed into an enormous wild brown. Then A sucker showed itself, hooked near the tail.After half an hour I was bored and let that persistent guy break free. I wish I would have been able to land him.