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Any recommendations for trout streams/fly shops near Steep Falls, ME in Late June? Thanks, Sam
Any recommendations for trout streams/fly shops near Steep Falls, ME in Late June? Thanks, Sam
Saco river would be good. Not sure about pond fishing but you might want to check a map and the regs and look for someplace. If the hex hatch starts early on one of those ponds, you cannot beat the action. Flyfish
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I saw this thing being advertised on Ebay and I had to go to Leica’s site to see if it was for real. It was. What’s next? Kodak starts making Brownie Starflash remakes for $500?
Leica’s site to see if it was for real. It was. What’s next? Kodak starts making Brownie Starflash remakes for $500? The Leica "O" has a great little recomputed 50 F/3.5 Elmar (4 element Tessar formula) lens! The Leica folks at Solms say is just the thing for reducing stress by freeing the photographer from the modern techno-wonder SLR! Using the "O" is like going fly fishing they say! Doug from Tumwater
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Fly Fishing » Trip report. Baltic Sea, Danish Coast
Freezing cold and heavy snowfall. My feet were slowly going numb, and my fingers had long since turned blue with the cold. The old trick of plunging them into the freezing water to increase the circulation, and thus warm them up, had worked as usual, but the effects had long since worn off and I was really cold now. Neoprene gloves with fold back finger and thumb were little use, and so I removed them.Visibility was low because of the fairly dense snowfall, and the footing was treacherous over the rocks. Memories of my last fall in this spot on a day trip the previous year, when I crashed heavily onto a rock with my right knee, and had to more or less crawl to the car being unable to walk, came to mind, and made me even more careful than usual. Without the cushioning of the 5mm neoprene my kneecap would surely have been badly damaged, as it was it brought tears to my eyes, and my knee was swollen and all the colours of the rainbow for weeks. Digging my ski pole in carefully at every step I kept moving, staying at the waters edge, and only wading when absolutely necessary, to negotiate large boulders and the like. falling into this water would likely prove fatal very quickly, should I be stupid or careless enough to do so. The wind had dropped somewhat, to about a howling gale, and the rapidly swirling snow flakes stuck to my clothing and covered my head and shoulders, freezing to my spectacles and forcing me to shake my head occasionally to stop too large a build-up. Clammy cold damp reached through my neoprenes and made me shiver occasionally. Very heavy overcast coupled with the snowstorm had turned the day very dark. I had started to fish just before dawn, and had made my way slowly along three miles or so of the rocky coastline stopping to cast every ten feet or so, using main force to try and reach out as far as possible into the murk, lingering a little longer at some places which had proved successful in the past. Result ? nothing. Checking the watch on the lanyard in my top pocket, told me it was eleven thirty, and I had told my wife I would probably be back to the chalet for lunch, she had declined to accompany me, and decided to stay in the chalet with a good book instead. Sensible person my wife. Just another hundred meters or so I thought, and then I will turn for home, the group of large rocks at the headland is usually the best place anyway, as the sea-bed dips away into a deep channel quite close to shore. Takes come as the fly comes up over the lip of the channel where a large band of weed lines the shore, mostly cod, but occasionally a good seatrout, the lip of the channel is only about sixty feet from shore, and a good flat powerful cast should reach it, even in this wind. Overwintering seatrout are often large, in excellent condition, and sometimes fight like fury, many maintain they taste better than any other fish bar none. Largish cod are not to be sniffed at either though, they fight much more doggedly than a seatrout, but are still exciting, and a five or even ten pounder on light gear is an experience not soon forgotten. Several such fish had fallen to my rod at this spot the previous year under similar conditions. Conventional gear was useless, and I had long since taken the fly reel and line off the rod, in fact within the first twenty minutes, and was using a casting float and fixed spool reel. Even with this rig it was hardly possible to cast more than fifty feet or so into the teeth of the wind. A slow sinking sliding float of thirty grams, a nine foot leader, and a shrimp fly had brought nothing as yet, not as much as a nibble. I decided to change flies, and put on a much darker version of the shrimp fly, with a touch of red in the tail. The normally peaceful Baltic was crashing into the shore with unusual force, white horses whirling and dancing on the wave tops as far as it was possible to see, and although the water cleared quickly after every breaker, allowing one to see the bottom fairly well close in, I fancied something with a darker silhouette might do the trick, although my hopes of catching anything at all had diminished considerably. As usual I dangled the fly in the water in front of me, waiting for a break in the surf, allowing the float to settle slowly and then moving it to check the action of the fly more or less at my feet. A small crab appeared as if from nowhere on the blank patch of sand,and seemed to want to grab the fly, scuttling after it and attempting to settle on it, and fascinated by this, I pulled the fly along slowly, just to see if the crab would be able to grab it. Intent on this, I failed to notice the next breaker coming in and temporarily lost sight of the crab and fly, as the breaker stirred up sand colouring the water. A sudden jerk and my float shooting away along the shore at a rate of knots very nearly frightened me to death, the rod was almost jerked from my hand, and the drag on my reel started to whine unpleasantly, and I was absolutely flabbergasted. I did not strike or anything at all, in fact for quite a while I just stood there with the rod pointing straight along the shore, while the line cut into my index finger almost to the bone and the drag continued to whine. After what seemed like an age I finally had enough presence of mind to take my finger away from the line, and hit the fighting drag lever on the reel, the drag which was giving off what I hoped was just steam, slowed to a rather more leisurely rate, and eventually stopped. Everything went slack, and rather annoyed with myself. but still more surprised than anything else, I started to reel in. Must have been one hell of a fish that, I thought, reeling in at moderate speed, you bloody idiot, fancy losing a fish like that, I cursed myself, and then everything went tight again ! Bloody hell, hung up as well ! Then the "snag" started moving again. After about ten minutes of pumping, a few peculiarly powerful long, and some short dogged runs, which were most unlike any fight I had experienced before, and during which all sorts of ideas of monster seatrout and salmon went through my mind, and more pumping, I finally saw the fish, a large cod foul hooked in the dorsal fin ! Too large to risk beaching it, I unslung my net and landed it knee deep in the surf, in considerable danger of being swept off my feet by the breakers. I despatched the fish, which coughed up a fair number of small crabs, and after weighing it laid it on a large rock behind me. Just over eleven pounds showed on my scale which is fairly accurate. Oh well, I thought, not exactly the fine English art of fly angling, but a nice fish anyway, and inspected my leader and fly for signs of chafing or other damage. Getting ready for another Herculean cast into the teeth of the wind, I suddenly thought better of it, and just swung the float and fly about ten feet from shore, letting the fly be pulled along by the float and tumbling in the surf. Bang ! it had not gone three yards when the float shot away again, and after a much shorter battle a nice plump six pound cod joined its mate on the rock behind me. Six casts and six fish followed in fairly quick succession. Sweating now, all thoughts of cold forgotten, I decided on "just one more cast" before packing up. I had over forty pounds of fish to clean and pack back to the chalet, and that was more than enough for our freezer requirements for this year. The sky had lightened up somewhat, and the snow had stopped falling, visibility was steadily increasing, and although the wind had dropped somewhat the spray was still lashing in with force, occasionally giving me a good soaking, my face was numb, and all attempts to dry my hands on the towel from my bag failed miserably as it was already soaking wet. Plunging my hands into the icy water one more time, and hoping for the best, I changed my chafed leader with no little difficulty, tied on a new fly of the same type and size, a rather brown "Baltic woolly", with a touch of red in the tail, a type of woolly bugger which is a very good shrimp imitation, and might just conceivably be mistaken for a crab, and decided to try reaching the lip of the channel. A forceful whirling side cast using all the power of the thirteen foot one and a half pound test carp rod, keeping the trajectory as flat as possible, ended abruptly, as the float struck the water about thirty feet out, my numb fingers had caused me to mistimed the release. Relatively slight tangles formed as the wind caught the line and blew it off the reel spool. This was soon sorted and I took up tension on the line prior to retrieving fairly fast for another try. Wham ! an almighty jerk on the end of the line bent the rod well over, and the drag started whining immediately as the fish headed straight for the deep water channel. Just as well, if it dived for the weeds it would be gone. This was no foul hooked cod, but obviously a decent seatrout, and as if to confirm my observations it leapt from the water about a hundred feet away, coming down with a large splash which could be heard even over the sound of wind and waves. A very nice fish indeed, which must be kept out of the weeds at all costs. I loosened the drag lever somewhat, seatrout often come off if forced too hard, and settled down to the fight. Several long screaming runs followed by spectacular leaps followed, with the fish coming ever closer to the weed bank lining the shore. The trick at this location is to tire the fish out as much as possible in the clear water beyond the weed banks, before bringing it in. This is however often much easier said than done. This was a very powerful fish, and was still showing little sign of tiring, I loosened the drag a little more, hoping that the hookhold would not fail due to the prolonged fight, and awaited developments. Several more runs and leaps followed.and then head shaking and short deep bursts of speed toward the bottom … read more »
Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt…
Stop it, you’re making me hungry! I knew that cod tasted good. I knew that the flesh was white and flaky. I just thought that they were a little ugly and lived in deep and really cold water. (I mean, you have to admit that they don’t have the sleek predatory good looks of a spotted bass, or the colors of a spawning rainbow, and I didn’t think fish were supposed to have beards…) Besides, the inland US doesn’t have much cod, but have you ever hooked into a bigmouth bass? That’s a ride you won’t soon forget. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
Stop it Tony, you unleash guttural powers you don’t want to know about. Is it hereby concluded that you’ll take care of lunch at the Flyfair? Drooling on my keyboard, Herman Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt… Suggest you read: ‘Cod – The Biography of the Fish that Changed the World’, by Mark Kurlansky and published (1997) in the US by Walker Publishing Co. Inc. ISBN 0-224-05104-0. It’s a very interesting book, though perhaps a rather surprising ‘best seller’. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
Stop it Tony, you unleash guttural powers you don’t want to know about. Is it hereby concluded that you’ll take care of lunch at the Flyfair? Drooling on my keyboard, Herman
I’ll stand you and Mike Connor a lunch Herman, but sadly I don’t think it will be cod. My car is only a little one and I fear my other passengers might object if I came over loaded up with cod, potatoes and deep fryer, etc.! By a strange coincidence, they were talking about cod on BBC Radio 4 today. The price has rocketed as stocks have declined. There was even an interview with Mark Kurlansky (who wrote the book) over in New York. We are very lucky as we have an excellent fish n’ chip shop in Tunbridge Wells, our nearest big town. It regularly wins the prize for the best in the south east of England. My wife just e-mailed to ask: ‘What’s for dinner tonight?’ Problem solved! I’m looking forward to Fly Fair. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
Herman’s post on Cod is a new one for me. How about in the US, on the Pacific Coast, are folks fishing the shallows at nite for young Cod? Id like to try that. Anyone know more per the PNW coast? Dave
There’s a fish they catch here in Northern California (not on the fly) called a "ling cod". It’s about the scariest looking thing I’ve ever seen. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
There’s a fish they catch here in Northern California (not on the fly) called a "ling cod". It’s about the scariest looking thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s related to the scorpionfishes and rock cod. Like the rock cod, the ling is not a cod. If I remember correctly it doesn’t suffer from decompression as you haul it up from the depths of the ocean. It fights you all the way. Cab grow to 5 feet. http://www.psmfc.org/habitat/edu_lingcod_fact.html Mu
By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something.
Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt… Suggest you read: ‘Cod – The Biography of the Fish that Changed the World’, by Mark Kurlansky and published (1997) in the US by Walker Publishing Co. Inc. ISBN 0-224-05104-0. It’s a very interesting book, though perhaps a rather surprising ‘best seller’. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
[snipped excellent report] … Brrrr … Thanks, Steve — "Experience must be the teacher in this game – not only your own but the other man’s" – Dick Wigram http://www.csse.monash.edu.au/SIEACCIDENTALLYSPLATTEREDBACKONEDAY
Mike, I’ll call/mail you as soon as I can arrange some days off! And, judging from your post, I’ll pack my old carp rod as well.. Cheers, Herman – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I go fairly regularly Herman, any time you fancy a trip ( couple of days if you like ), just drop me a mail and we can arrange it. I can be at a number of good places on the Danish coast within three hours from where I live, so can also do day-trips etc without any problem. At this time of year, and earlier, a good seatrout is not a common occurrence, but it does happen. Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones. The herring will be in soon, and both cod and seatrout hunt these shoals, and you can have excellent sport then. You can catch plenty of herring on the fly as well if you are so inclined. The trip report is perfectly true by the way, but I must admit that it was my best trip this year. I caught quite a lot less on other trips, in fact actually blanking once, and though this is rare, it does happen. I know a few people who have fished for two years or more without catching one single seatrout. I must be lucky, I have caught quite a few, some large ones as well. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de An even bigger wonder is that one doesn’t even care any more. True or
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones.
By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it. The big boys and girls are normally caught in deep water, but the kids play and hunt in the shallows, especially at night. Feeding on shrimps, crabs and other edible critters, they can turn an otherwise fishless seatrout fishing night into a ball. Those kids are already big strong fish, by the way.. and did I mention _very_ good to eat yet? <g Herman By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
Herman’s post on Cod is a new one for me. How about in the US, on the Pacific Coast, are folks fishing the shallows at nite for young Cod? Id like to try that. Anyone know more per the PNW coast? Dave – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it. The big boys and girls are normally caught in deep water, but the kids play and hunt in the shallows, especially at night. Feeding on shrimps, crabs and other edible critters, they can turn an otherwise fishless seatrout fishing night into a ball. Those kids are already big strong fish, by the way.. and did I mention _very_ good to eat yet? <g Herman By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos — Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
Correct. In the Baltic and some other places ( English North sea and similar), these fish come in close to forage, especially on crustaceans and herring. Fairly large fish may be caught in relatively shallow water. They will even "rise" to flies fished on the surface,especially at twilight, at night , or on heavily overcast days. My best fish to date from the shore was thirty one pounds, but I got that one on a pirk, not on a fly. My best fly caught fish was about twenty pounds, but I don’t know exactly as it was not weighed. These fish are game fighters, excellent to eat, (especially smoked with my secret recipe ! ), and although completely unlike trout can be very attractive indeed. Their markings and behaviour depend to a considerable extent on the areas they frequent. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
Looking forward to hearing from you Herman. You can stay at my place no problem. Definitely bring the carp rod. I have enough other gear for you to use if you need anything else. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it.
Flaky white flesh, pretty durned good smoked? That’s the very one. Cod are definitely yummy. If only there were enough that they weren’t a special order here. The closest that we have in the inland US are Burbot, and they’re just not the same. Of course, we do have the various black basses, so we’re all happy 
"My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
Freezing cold and heavy snowfall. My feet were slowly going numb, and my fingers had long since turned blue with the cold. The old trick of plunging them into the freezing water to increase the circulation, and thus warm them up, had worked as usual, but the effects had long since worn off and I was really cold now. Neoprene gloves with fold back finger and thumb were little use, and so I removed them.Visibility was low because of the fairly dense snowfall, and the footing was treacherous over the rocks.
(great report snipped) the wonder of very well written prose is that one has substantial difficulty in separating truth from fiction. well done, pommy. wayno
An even bigger wonder is that one doesn’t even care any more. True or not (possibly true, the weather description was familiar!), thanks Mike! I’m quite sure the temperature dropped five degress while I was reading this report. Next time when you go, could you make some room for a Dutchman? I can take my own rum.. Cheers, Herman (great report snipped, indeed!) the wonder of very well written prose is that one has substantial difficulty in separating truth from fiction. well done, pommy. wayno
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
I go fairly regularly Herman, any time you fancy a trip ( couple of days if you like ), just drop me a mail and we can arrange it. I can be at a number of good places on the Danish coast within three hours from where I live, so can also do day-trips etc without any problem. At this time of year, and earlier, a good seatrout is not a common occurrence, but it does happen. Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones. The herring will be in soon, and both cod and seatrout hunt these shoals, and you can have excellent sport then. You can catch plenty of herring on the fly as well if you are so inclined. The trip report is perfectly true by the way, but I must admit that it was my best trip this year. I caught quite a lot less on other trips, in fact actually blanking once, and though this is rare, it does happen. I know a few people who have fished for two years or more without catching one single seatrout. I must be lucky, I have caught quite a few, some large ones as well. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
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Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Fly Fishing Tying » Smashing Barbs
The old needle nose pliers work fine for #14 and larger hooks … but for the small stuff … like #20’s … need something else … what tools are being used for this purpose by the tiers out there …. John
John, I have a pair of miniature needle nose pliers which I keep in my fly tying box for this purpose. I bend the barb down before tying the fly because some times the hook breaks. When on the stream I use my forceps. Keep the hook near the hinges so you have enough leverage. Ernie Harrison Like to make fly-fishing stuff? See: http://users.ccnet.com/~emh/ – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The old needle nose pliers work fine for #14 and larger hooks … but for the small stuff … like #20’s … need something else … what tools are being used for this purpose by the tiers out there …. John
John- Try going to an electronics shop or a hobby/craft store and buy a pair of smooth jawed needlenose pliers with the spring between the handles to hold the jaws open. Larry #:)#
: The old needle nose pliers work fine for #14 and larger hooks … but for : the small stuff … like #20’s … need something else … what tools are : being used for this purpose by the tiers out there …. John : : A medium or small set of hemostats works fine for most sizes of hooks. For some of the Japanese hooks with very small barbs, you can use a hook hone or file. For big hooks I use a set of miniature channel locks, also sold by Sears as ignition pliers. They’re especially useful on Bass Bug hooks and the large offset shank hooks used for Texas rigging worms and grubs. And they are much more useful than needle nose pliers for small nuts and bolts or straightening buzzbait and spinnerbait wires, unclamping sinkers, or fixing the motor. BG
If only the manufacturers were willing to make a far better selection of barbless hooks, then perhaps this wouldn’t even be an issue. I’m often disappointed at the lack of barbless hooks available our local shops. RG : The old needle nose pliers work fine for #14 and larger hooks … but for : the small stuff … like #20’s … need something else … what tools are : being used for this purpose by the tiers out there …. John
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Greetings, John : : The old needle nose pliers work fine for #14 and larger hooks … but for : the small stuff … like #20’s … need something else … what tools are : being used for this purpose by the tiers out there …. John
You might go to your friendly neighborhood jewelry store and ask them to order you a pair of really smooth, well-aligned jewelers needle-nose pliers. If they do any kind of repair or fabrication at all, they should have a catalog of jewelers tools for you to look at. These pliers are available in some really small sizes, and will do the job on all your tiny hooks. This is what I use. Expect to pay around $17 or $20 bucks for quality pliers, but they will last you forever…. Cheers, and happy tying, -Mark
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Fly Fishing » Fisherman attacked!!!
<< I wasn’t so much scared, though, as hurt. After all I had done for him the damned squirrel never even looked back. Anyone out there have similar stories they’d like to share? I think former President Jimmy Carter had something like that happen while fishing too far from Secret Service agents from providing details. William Buchman
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Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne To fish is human…to release divine. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Anyone out there have similar stories they’d like to share?
Wayno, swear ta gawd, I never touched ya. Big Al – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne To fish is human…to release divine. Anyone out there have similar stories they’d like to share?
No Al, not Wayno, that’s the OTHER Wayne! Wayne To fish is human…to release divine. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Wayno, swear ta gawd, I never touched ya. Big Al Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne To fish is human…to release divine. Anyone out there have similar stories they’d like to share?
Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne
is jimmy c. gonna join us? tell him to bring plenty of peanuts and billy beer. –wataugan walt
- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne is jimmy c. gonna join us? tell him to bring plenty of peanuts and billy beer. –wataugan walt
That was a rabbit that went after old Jimmy. — Charlie…
doggone this grouse….let me go find my sm, memory is slippin…. –Wataugan Waldo – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Cute story Joe but that’s not being attacked by a squirrel. Come on down to the Clave and I’ll show you the scars from REALLY being attacked by a squirrel. Story too long to post here. Wayne is jimmy c. gonna join us? tell him to bring plenty of peanuts and billy beer. –wataugan walt That was a rabbit that went after old Jimmy. — Charlie…
Winter is a lousy time for fishing here in New England. there’s something about that slight two-foot film of ice that inhibits the trout and salmon rising to your exquisitely presented dry fly; perhaps that slight tap on the head as they slam into the solid wall of ice. If it’s bad for fishing, though, it’s a great time for contemplating fishing trips of the past. One of my all time favorite days on the water ended without a single fish. It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is dry and crystal clear, not the best weather for catching but perfect for fishing, if you know what I mean. I was supposed to be at work, but the day was too nice and the feeling of freedom I got from playing hooky from work just added to the enjoyment of the day. About three miles from the dock I saw something swimming in the water. Stopping to check it out, I found a gray squirrel. He was almost a mile from land and the water was cold. the poor thing swam up to my boat and I could hear it’s claws scraping on the aluminum side as the near-frozen animal tried desperately to get out of the water. Now I enjoy eating a fish now and then but otherwise consider myself a kindly soul so up picked up my landing net and hoisted the half-frozen rodent out of the water. When I laid it on the seat of my boat it was so cold it just layed there. Being somewhat foolhardy as well as kindly, I took off my coat, an old Vietnam-era Army jacket, built a nest and placed the cold-cold squirrel inside. I continued on to my favorite fishing hole and proceeded to cast for smallmouth bass. The sun was getting warmer and the squirrel in my coat would, once in a while let out a little sneeze but was otherwise silent. After two or three hours of casting, I had totally forgotten about my guest, now comfortably asleep in my coat. I put my rod down and turned to start the motor. As the motor roared to life, I hard a scrambling sound in back of me and turned to see a gray streak come flying from the front seat, onto the middles seat, onto the small of my back and up my back to the top of my head where it dove off into the water and swam the short 10 feet to shore. Now I know I was at least 10 miles from the dock but when I returned a couple of the guys there swore they heard me scream. I wasn’t so much scared, though, as hurt. After all I had done for him the damned squirrel never even looked back. Anyone out there have similar stories they’d like to share?
Joe Mitko writes:
(good story mostly snipped) As the motor roared to life, I hard a scrambling sound in back of me and turned to see a gray streak come flying from the front seat, onto the middles seat, onto the small of my back and up my back to the top of my head where it dove off into the water and swam the short 10 feet to shore.
Joe: great story, but you missed out on some great tying material. Mark Faulkner
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Fly Fishing Flies » NM fishing
Need info about fishing on the Pecos River above Cowles NM. Thank you
For dries – use a size 12 or so stimulator "mimics the grass-hoppers and stone-flies in the area, also an elk-hairs caddis works well. Nymphs – any of the bead-head nymphs will work. Best if you can fish it during/after the stone fly hatch with a stimulator. -Mike
I am planning a trip to NE New Mexico to do some fly fishing in early Aug. Need help with camping, suggestions on where to fish, flies, etc.,etc. Newbie to newsgroup and newbie to fly fishing. Hal
In article I am planning a trip to NE New Mexico to do some fly fishing in early Aug. Need help with camping, suggestions on where to fish, flies, etc.,etc. Newbie to newsgroup and newbie to fly fishing. Hal
Look at this website for reprts: http://www.gmfsh.state.nm.us/ Other useful information may be found here: http://www.thereellife.com/reellife/reports.htm Good Luck!
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Flyfishing » Fishing in Creede Colorado
Only 1.5 weeks until my trip to Creede Colorado. Can anyone tell me what conditions to expect? Is the Rio Grande high? Don
You’ll be hitting the Rio Grande and tributaries just right! Rio Grande is very good right now, just a bit high. Things should be in fine shape by the time you arrive. Expect lots of caddis and some mayfly activity. Stoneflies are pretty much over. RG tributaries are all clear and very fishable right now, and should still be fine when you are here. By the end of July, though, water will be running thin in many places, and fishing may be getting tough. Lyn Lampert, for the Rocky Mountain Flyfishing Center http://www.xmission.com/~gastown/flyfishing
Only 1.5 weeks until my trip to Creede Colorado. Can anyone tell me what conditions to expect? Is the Rio Grande high? Don
Hello Don, You might try the U.S. Geological Survey page for Colorado water information at http://h2o.usgs.gov/swr/CO/ and follow their different menu selections. You should be able to find the information you’re looking for at that location. Naturally, you can bookmark the information for future reference. However, should you want to get information on other states and have inadvertantly forgetten about the USGS pages, my Dealer Sources Pages at Rx F Fish now has a link to the appropiate state USGS information from each of its pages. Hope the info is helpful. Best Regards, Rx F Fish "For Your Good Health, Fly Fish" URL=http://www.xnet.com/~rxffish
I’ll be in Creede during the second week of July. Last year, at that time, the Rio Grande and most nearby streams were very high. Should I expect more of the same this year? Also, any tips? Don VanSlyke
WE have record snow depth this year, however, unless you are talking early July things shouldn’t be too roilly. From Creed, you can get to a lot of great area, go over to Lake City up to the Rio reservoir down to Southfork, etc. Something good in every direction. Lds
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Trout Fly Fishing » Lost big trout, need terapy!
No man can lose what he never had. Chap. v. The Compleate Angler – Izaak Walton. 1593-1683. I guess that’s why its called fishing and not catching Tight lines Julian
Bad news….16 inches isn’t a monster. It’s a nice fish, but not worth crying over. Hope this makes you feel better.
I beg to differ…it was probably a speck (brook trout), in which case 16 inches is DEFINITELY worth crying over. The biggest brookie I’ve caught so far was only 10 inches. "Oh, once in a while you’ll tie into a big one, say seven or eight inches long, but you’ll need to use live bait and Ford Fenders for one of those." – Jeff Ohman, Fear of Fly fishing. My condolences, Pierre…but look on the bright side…you saw it, you felt it. You may run into it again, in which case say hello from me. — K.G. (Kat) Cruickshank – fish enthusiast – Toronto, Ontario, Canada see my illustrations at http://www.mackerel.com/fish/home.html
16" may be a big brookie on some small stream, but on large lakes and rivers in northern Ontario, and especially Quebec, a 16" brookie doesn’t even entitle you to braggin rights. IMHO. Tight lines.
Yesterday, I was fishing near my home in Quebec with my girlfriend’s father I was using a little green Muddler. After I had caught 10 trouts, some have 11 inches long, I saw this MONSTER at the end of my line. It was at least 16 inches. But I just can’t bring it on the ground I had no net and I lost it. Since yesterday I can’t stop tinking about this fish. Help me
Congratulate yourself on effecting a humane and brilliantly executed long distance release, tie another muddler and get on with your life.
Yesterday, I was fishing near my home in Quebec with my girlfriend’s father I was using a little green Muddler. After I had caught 10 trouts, some have 11 inches long, I saw this MONSTER at the end of my line. It was at least 16 inches. But I just can’t bring it on the ground I had no net and I lost it. Since yesterday I can’t stop tinking about this fish. Help me
it was the spirits of 10 fishies haunting you. you must cleanse yourself by UPS’ing me all of your fishing stuff. it is the only way. TimW
Yesterday, I was fishing near my home in Quebec with my girlfriend’s father I was using a little green Muddler. After I had caught 10 trouts, some have 11 inches long, I saw this MONSTER at the end of my line. It was at least 16 inches. But I just can’t bring it on the ground I had no net and I lost it. Since yesterday I can’t stop tinking about this fish. Help me
Pierre, Congratulations!! You haven’t "lost" your monster trout, you have successfully completed one of the most difficult type of humane releases a Catch and Release Fly Fisher can accomplish — The Long Distance – No Hands Release. What you experienced is not a failure but a magnificent success. Non, mon ami you don’t need therapy — YOU NEED A NET!!!!!! jg
You need more than a net. You need to re-define "big" trout. A big trout is 5 lbs or better IMHO. 16" trout are a dime a dozen. Great fighters at that size, though.
Bad news….16 inches isn’t a monster. It’s a nice fish, but not worth crying over. Hope this makes you feel better.
IMHO, the size of a "great" trout depends on the river or watershed and your experience catching and releasing that fish. In a number of fisheries a 16" fish may represent the best that that ecosystem is capable of producing and sustaining. Dave Donahue
Since yesterday I can’t stop tinking about this fish. Help me
Pierre, this is a malady that effects us all. The demons of the deep (sometimes shallow) will continue to haunt us all for as long as we fish and then some. I myself have a similiar re-occuring nightmare where I lost a 28in, 6-6 1/2 lb brown on a size 22 nymph when the knot came loose. I have dreamed about that fish at least once a month for the last two years. But a wise man once said, "It is better to have fished and lost than never to have fished before!" Keep on trying and remember "Love ‘em and Leave ‘em."
Yesterday, I was fishing near my home in Quebec with my girlfriend’s father I was using a little green Muddler. After I had caught 10 trouts, some have 11 inches long, I saw this MONSTER at the end of my line. It was at least 16 inches. But I just can’t bring it on the ground I had no net and I lost it. Since yesterday I can’t stop tinking about this fish. Help me
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » Flyfishing » Borneo FF info needed
Hi guys- Am going to Borneo on a cave mapping trip in October through December. Anybody know anything about the fisheries there or who to contact? -Ralph —
Hi guys- Am going to Borneo on a cave mapping trip in October through December. Anybody know anything about the fisheries there or who to contact? -Ralph —
oh, god, what a great post. thanks, cutter. haven’t had a laugh like this in months. a. wayne harrison
oh, god, what a great post. thanks, cutter. haven’t had a laugh like this in months! a. wayne harrison
No. Really. I’d hate to show up with a box of PMD’s when the centipede hatch was going bonkers. Seriously though, if anyone has any leads regarding fish or fishing in Borneo I’d appreciate a word. -Me
oh, god, what a great post. thanks, cutter. haven’t had a laugh like this in months! a. wayne harrison No. Really. I’d hate to show up with a box of PMD’s when the centipede hatch was going bonkers. Seriously though, if anyone has any leads regarding fish or fishing in Borneo I’d appreciate a word.
I do not. RE: Fish in Caves… Once I was in a cave in Colorado that had running water in it (on an extended backpacking rip)…it was FULL of brookies…wierd little huge jawed brookies…that would hit anything. We ate a lot of them… We kept ‘em alive on a stringer…bonk one…cut off the head…insert weenie stick along spine and cook like a marshmallow. DELICIOUS ! TimW
Try contacting Hock-Heng Pro Fishing in Singapore , they are pretty knowledgable from what I remember . Unfortunately I do not have their contact information anymore , but remember the name . G
Fly Fishing Fisherman Wiki » River Fly Fishing » Jackson Hole Area – Early April
My family is heading up to Jackson Hole for Spring Break. Anyone familiar with the area? Is there some fishing to be done this early in the season? Patterns to take along if there is open water? Suggestions on sites would be much appreciated. Thanks, AP
Arie: There are a lot of different regulations on when, where, how, and for what you can fish that time of year. Most of the streams are open and the fish are there, but you need to make sure you know the rules. Westbank Anglers (just west of the town of Jackson) has a great web site you can access via Flyfishers Online at http://flyfishers.com/. I just came back from Jackson three days ago. Sure is pretty. Good luck, Bob
My family is heading up to Jackson Hole for Spring Break. Anyone familiar with the area? Is there some fishing to be done this early in the season? Patterns to take along if there is open water? Suggestions on sites would be much appreciated. Thanks, AP
April is early, check with the Outfitters in West Yellowstone or Bozeman. If you would like to come to this area in the best Fly fishing just drope me a e-mail and I will tell you all about Hawley MT, Ranch just 60 miles north of Jackson Hole where a portion of "the River Runs=====" was filmed. AND STILL NO ONE KONWS WHERE IT IS!!! BBlewett