Sunday, August 17, 2014

Trout Camp 2014 Day 2

My eyes opened to my mind pondering the possibilities of what to do on a new day.  After getting some breakfast and making lunch I headed out in search of fish.

I decided to go back to the spot that was so good to me the day before.  Instead of being sunny this day was awakening with thick ominous clouds.

 
 So I fished what was before me knowing that rain was on its way.  I hadn't fished in a big rain in too long a time.  I didn't know what lay ahead but I was just taking it as it came. 

 Some of the sights along the bank. I actually saw one of the coolest things I'd ever seen on the river this morning.  Two eagles approached each other locked talons and spiraled downward faster and faster before breaking off their aerial dance.   The run that looked so good in the drizzle produced two very soft hit but no hook ups.  As I walked out the rain started in earnest.  I headed upriver to see if any sulphers or BWO's might make an appearance. 


 Not looking good.
 Definitely not looking good.

 Despite the rain there were some interesting things to see along the banks. 

 The storm passed and the river didn't give up any fish for me but it didn't mud up either. There was a standing plan to meet up with a buddy on the river and fish his home water.  We met up got some provisions and headed to his camp to gear up and get his drift boat. 


 A classic fishing camp.


 Boat in tow it's off to the ramp. 
 Mike working a run. Things were happening down the pool so we got in the boat and set up on some good noses.   We ended up getting 3 nice fish at dusk. A fitting end to the day. 



After the activity died we headed back to camp and I had the best cheeseburger I've ever eaten.  We bs'd for a bit before headed off to bed.  I was tired from staying up so late but looking forward to day 3 of my trip. 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Trout Camp 2014 day 1

My son was going to overnight camp for a week , my wife was working so I pondered what to do.  Enter the time machine and poof I became a trout bum for  four and a half days.  I hadn't fished like this for trout in over 20 years.  As the date drew near excitement inched upwards.  I was going to hit the Delaware River with a new plan.  I have fished it during the summer for a day or so but this time I was going to fish it hard.  With the cool temps it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.  My plan was to break each day into 3 time periods.  Fish the am with the switch rod swinging soft hackles, then midday hit the sulpher hatch and then find a new locale for the evening and hopefully a spinner fall. 

On departure day the weather was looking sunny and pleasant.  After a few hours behind the wheel I arrived at the river, donned my gear and was greeted by an empty river surrounded by beautiful scenery.
 

Since I didn't really know what I was doing I decided to do what I normally do and that is to start at the top and work my way down.  Given the size of the run this was going to take a while.  I put on a medium soft hackle and started working my way down, cast step, cast step. 

 

                                                     A little action shot of the swing.





 Not too far down my reel started singing and a nice healthy rainbow came to hand.  A good fish and a good omen for the trip. 


 A little while later another good fish came to hand.

 

This was working out better than expected. During my efforts I also had two taps from fish that didn't actually take but that meant I was getting their attention.   Near the end of the run another fish hit and it was a big fish as I could barely move it.  After about a minute of fighting it the hook pulled free.  A part of me wanted just to see it but if that had happened then I'd be saying I just wanted to touch it, if that had happened I would have wanted a picture.  You get the idea.  It's often the ones that get away that keep us asking what if questions forever.

Lunch time approached so I headed up river and it was full on sulphers.  They were everywhere so much so that the ducks got in on the buffet line.  



 The action on this day was short in duration.  I couldn't get them to hit what normally works so I tried so alternative flies and found success.  I got three hits within a half hour and only landed one ~18" brown.  The other two that broke off were likely in the same range or slightly bigger.  All in all this was a great day.
 

As things settled down I checked into my room and headed off to a different part of the river.  Unfortunately not much happened at dark so on of my time slots didn't pay off but 2 of 3 was good by me. 

It was weird in that there were bugs but no noses except for the one hit wonders.  Nothing to really cast to. I even swung some soft hackles thinking I'll at least present something to them.  But nothing happened.  That is one of the mysteries of the Delaware.


 
Waiting for the action. 

With day one in the books it was off to bed and to get ready for day 2.  More to come on that later.




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

Carpin

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