Friday, July 18, 2014

The Take

In many forms of fly-fishing the moment the quarry takes or eats the fly is the ultimate moment for many of us.  It doesn't matter if it is the steelhead "tug" on the spey rod, the dimple of a trout sipping your spinner floating in the film or the vacuum like mouth of the largest carp you've ever cast to sucking in your fly. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Summer is here and carp are on the fishing menu.  As a former hard core trout bum, I have to say I really look forward to carp fishing.  They are maddeningly difficult at times and hard to figure out.  In my neck of the woods we're always truing to find clear water spots to sight fish and with all the rain this year that has been a challenge. There is nothing better mid summer than wet wading and stalking the flats like a heron in search of old rubber lips.  I hooked a beauty the other day  by far my best carp only to break it off.  12# flouro is no match for a dirigible.  Hopefully there will be more photos to come.  Got some good video of a carping taking a dry fly but that will have to wait a bit. 

  Carp and the rod I use to chase them with.

 Soft hackles have joined my arsenal of late.

 Playing the game

 Annoying bycatch!

 Eye see you
Target in sight but not willing to play.  In carpin, accuracy even in close and a gentle landing fly are crucial for success. 

They put a good bend in the rod. 

Monday, July 7, 2014

Schools Out

When school got out our family made a delayed run to the coast.  We had to fit in our son's baseball game, then we hit the coast of NE for a week.  Nirvana was approached several times during our visit.


 Every night I hit the water in search of stripers and found them. The first night had the most bass around (all schoolies) but the other nights each gave up a handful of hard pulling bass.

 If I only brought my boat.  The sky was filled with terns following bait and I'm assuming predators below. 

 Such a beautiful boat, nothing that I'd ever want to own but so nice to look at.

 It's dock mate and equally stunning.

 The sights while fishing at night. 

 The rewards of fishing during dark.

 Piping Plovers

 bait inside one of the salt ponds.

 Our private beach!

Then we headed home and went directly to a party at a friends house with the best fireworks I've every seen. 4o minutes of non-stop action.

Now til next time. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Spey Nation V.2014

This past weekend Spey Nation graced the Salmon River with its presence.  There were new wrinkles and new faces.  The weather was perfect.  Had a ton of fun and got some good pictures.  Saw some amazing casters talk about and demonstrate spey casting technique.  FYI a few of the presenters were tossing single handers afterwards and throwing insane amounts of line.  The perfect technique they have for spey casting isn't the only perfect casting technique they have.  Got inspired to work on my spey and single hand casting this summer.
                  Whitney Gould playing with a "light saber" note the smooth acceleration of her cast.

                                               A hand made tube fly box up for raffle

                                               Some of the crowd watching a presentation.

                                                         The first move of a double spey cast

                                       Drew Moy of Tightlines Fly shop in NJ showing proper form

                                                                  The goods

              Whitney Gould (2014  Speyorama female casting champ) explaining the forward stroke

                                                                   A "happy" crowd full of smiles

                               Travis Johnson (2014 Speyorama male casting champ) having a good time

                                                         Travis talking to the crowd

                                                            All smiles at spey nation

                                                               Line and rods

                                                          Preparing for lunch

                                                    The business end of a spey rod set up

                                                                  Ready to roll

                                                 Patrick Ross talking to the crowd

                                                           More rods and reels

                                Barney Wong showing the hands inside the box

Monday, June 9, 2014

Big Bugs

A recent weekend brought a disparate group of folks together for our annual fishing trip.  Seven years since our first outing and we've moved beyond being virtual friends, having all met on a message board.  For the last 4 years we've set up shop on a cozy little campsite with the river gurgling just beyond the shrubbery and no neighbors to speak of.  By day we disperse all over in search of the gems of the Delaware river system.  By night we partake in the most ancient of human rituals, encircling the campfire. We move to the rhythm of life that suits us and the fish best.   Time ceases to be relevant.  We are surrounded by a hundred shades of green and the never ending song of the river flowing nearby.

Our first day found us plying some familiar water that has been good to us over the years.  The strong wind downstream winds made casting challenging to say the least.  One of the maddening things about the D is that one never knows what to expect bug wise, fish wise or weather wise.  There were not a lot of insects on the water but just enough to get the occasional rise every 5-8 minutes.  Lady luck was on our side this day as we all caught some trout on top.

 One of the gems of the D.

 Making the long cast.

 Everyone setting up shop for the spinner fall that never happened. 
 Never get tired of the scenery.

 Safely in the net.
 Trusty rusty

 The morning had us fishing some new water and dealing with bright sun and no bugs.  When in doubt, swing the riffles which resulted in this large fall fish that at first had me thinking I had a good trout. Later on I lost a good rainbow on a jump.  A small brown also graced me with its presence.  Then nothing.  We headed to a different spot for the evening spinner fall. 

 Amassing over the trees, the most epic large mayfly spinner fall I've ever witnessed.

 The stars of the show.
  A March brown spinner

Green Drake Spinner AKA the Coffin Fly

The star with the most star power on this particular evening, the Brown Drake Spinner. The cloud of bugs was mostly Brown Drakes.  They were hard to see in the dim light while the Coffin flies were easy to see.  Glad I noticed because as soon as I put this spinner on it was on.  The masses of insects danced over the water for a long time before dropping en mass.  Then things got loud on the water as every fish was up and greedily eating.  

 A slob of trout that I got at O dark 30.  I was fishing the pool solo and instead of turning the camera setting to auto, I hit the effects icon and got this crappy shot of one of the most stunning bucks I've ever seen on the D. I'll never make that mistake again.  

Dead soldiers found in the am.

That's one way to dry socks.

The fire bellows.

Breaking camp.

A parting shot of the trip.  Tough conditions and my friend got it done.