Tuesday, July 11, 2017

July 3rd Ole Miss Float




Three brothers, two sons, two nephews, three uncles and two cousins all accounted for in local datum of five guys.

Trying to capture the water clarity.  We could see bottom most everywhere save the deepest corner holes.




My two brothers doubled up on the point bar; this is a favorite pic.

Plenty of swimming holes from which we chose this one.

Pretty good harvest.  I think we boated ~18 walleye and kept 15; caught a fair number of pike and kept four maybe.  Few hours after this photo sister-in-law prepared best fish platter I've had in a while.

One of those pics that our grandkids will look at down the road; the classic stringer pose.  Another favorite image.  Everyone present contributed multiple fish to the lot.  A highlight for me to get out with brothers and nephews (my kids are away from MN for a short while, touring; otherwise at least one would have made this float).  Thank you guys for managing the logistics and making this happen; should do it more often.

July 31 2009

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Lake Michigan 2017



Eight June episodes on Lake Michigan now.  Short story is that we didn't know what we had when we started; summary in figure 1 above (water level dashboard).  In 2011 and 2013 we lit the place on fire: fish everywhere in the bays; thick spawning groups; fish cruising rocky points adjacent to the bays.  The water in those years was approximately half a meter lower than the long-term average; roughly 1.6 feet down from average elevation of the water surface.  Now we're at 0.3 meters above the long-term number; so ~.8 meters or 2.6 feet higher than our glory years startup period.  In short this means that bays that were full of carp and bass in 2013 can't reach nearly the same water temps with respect to any given measure of solar radiation; specific heat is the study term I think.  We talked on this trip how it is entirely possible that we may never see those bays choked with fish again; maybe not in our lifetimes.  I talked with one landowner who noted that "the water has come back...  it was gone for a while and now it's back."  He termed the current state the "normal" state; his anecdotal agrees with the data.

Means further that Lake Michigan is reclaiming some of its rightful lakebed from the opportunistic terrestrial vegetation takeover effort.  We saw it last year, and noted this June that plants were dying and some had disappeared entirely.  A lot of dead woody shrubbery persists in some places but suppose wave action and violent storms will eventually dislodge now that the roots have rolled over.

The duty becomes adaptation and the study is after more water.  Which places on old air photos will now be inundated with water.  What water (that we recall easily walking in the past) will now be too deep to cross.  What water will heat up the fastest and stay warm.  What is sheltered from the wind.  We've added water to the list and some of it is quite good; the new good stuff.  This also speaks to why we don't give up locations when asked: doing the recon, getting there and being right about a place is a significant chunk of the fulfillment; wouldn't want to steal that from anyone.

We ended up fishing a lot of jungle water - that in the cul de sacs, with good residence time and thus the warmest temperatures.  The fish were there; some were spawning but many were just staging to do so.  Many were sleeping in the warm bath.  We woke them up.  The summary grade as I see it is a B+ or A- because we caught many fish, and we caught a lot of big fish, but the ideal Lake Michigan visuals - giant carp breaking off 90 degree turns and closing for ten feet to eat a bunny leech - were infrequently encountered.  We got some of those but not enough to put it in the top three lake trips.  2011, 2013 and 2015 still stand as the top three in chronological order; not quality order.  It'd be hard to rank a trip lower than fourth when guys were regularly not fishing to 18 lb carp that surely would have eaten; when guys were passing on dozens of fish trying to pry out the biggest females in the jungle packs.  So put it at fourth of eight episodes in the overall campaign.  

That said I love every one of these trips.  It's not what I'm getting away from; in fact my family is gone for a while and I can't stand being at home by myself; lonely.  Quiet.  I don't need breaks from them; I don't need breaks from home.  I would never leave here and sit on a chair and read while sun tanning for five days.  The trips are adventures or as close as we can get to them in this day.  That could draw a chuckle but really it's pretty serious: how would an average middle aged guy right now get closer to adventure than hunting and fishing trips.  We need a little substance with which to build some portfolio of memories.  Looking at the world isn't enough; have thought so for some time.  Put your hand on it and the memories will be a lot more vivid.  Capture something by difficult means or maybe shoot something to take home and eat; vivid.  Good things.  That's why we walk miles each day basically eschewing food and drink and staring at water searching for carp.  Key for me is going unencumbered: no boat to haul around, no giant packs.  Rod and a sling; light clothing and wading gear.  Free to go.  No schedule.  Wake up and have at it is what we do.  Pretty fun.

As stated we got only a few dramatic turns and run-downs.  There were some other takes that were noted and appreciated.  JM can chime in with his own suite; I will highlight these:

(1) Our favorite new water was screwed by wind; pounding waves.  Turbid mess.  We had been looking forward to fishing it for around 365 days.  Never did come together; we checked it twice.  Walking through the turbid water, we did find some fish up tight to shore, tailing in little pockets.  Nearly impossible to see; just flashes of black fin edges for fleeting seconds.  I addressed one of these fish after detecting it and immediately losing sight of it by setting a black (best color for turbid water) leech on one side of where I figured it to be.  Slowly dragged it across toward me, again figuring where head was facing.  Damn it if the carp didn't find that leech and eat it.  Kind of cool to take one from a tough spot.  I still can't figure if I felt the eat or if I just slowly picked up and came tight.  Probably the latter.

(2) Not a new one but I always need reminders on this type of take: the "half-sight-fishing" deal.  Cast to a group of cruising carp and just bass fish the streamer through the group.  I tend to not do this enough because so focused on trying to put the fly in front of a specific fish.  But in this case I did it, and came tight.  A streamer stripped through a group of carp; one of the doggers snapped it up.  Good reminder regarding meat eaters.

(3) We saw a number of carp cruising in groups of 2-4.  Not actively spawning just cruising.  Not the hunting cruise though.  More the idling/traversing cruise.  They could be had but they were not really positive.  And if they caught sight of angler, they were negative.  In one instance I got a good jump on a group of three, and instead of standing and banging out false casts I jolted myself with some discipline and crouched down low, basically butt in the water and line behind me ready to flip.  When they got close enough, I dropped a big streamer on the group; sank it and then twitched it on the bottom.  The last fish in the group swam by the fly, then did a 180, came back and set mouth down on the fly.  Another reminder for me: low profile very good.

(4) Carp mood is a big part of the deal as is commonly known.  After putting flies on negative fish for a while, I stepped into a shallow bay and saw one fish, head down, looking.  Searching.  I said aloud to JM there is the fish.  This one is caught.  It wasn't difficult from there.  Not because of any particularly good presentation.  It was the right fish recognized as such.

(5) We caught three 24 lbers and the first of them afforded another good reminder: don't give up if the fish isn't spooked, even if it comes within a foot of your own corpus.  We were fishing the jungle picking out big females.  I got a decent jump on one in a scrub patch and put a fly on her as she swam toward me; no go.  But I was a statue and she didn't spook. Swam closer; right to my feet and then past me.  To my 180 degree mark on the compass.  I twisted waist and kept feet set, dapped over her shoulder at a rod length and she at the fly as it fell.  Pretty cool.

Other than that just some captions.

Jungle fishing.  Heavier tippet required.


JM on a point reclaimed.


Flies we like to use are basic dark streamers of varying size.


Lake Michigan.

Deep in the jungle.  Warm water.  Calf wrangling.  Not ideal but one cannot ignore concentrations of large fish.


Wave-driven turbidity and dying scrub conifers.

For a couple days carried a backup rod.  Broken rod tally on this trip was (1).  Been quite a few over the years.  This ain't trout fishing.

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Lot of fish cruising this water; really tough targets.  Difficult spot because so beautiful and the fish just came group after group.  We could see our streamers perfectly and put them on a hundred fish.  Wouldn't eat.  How it goes sometimes.

More terrestrial veg getting murdered by the new world order.


Simplest fly you can tie.  It caught a lot of fish.  I brought about fifteen of them; lost a lot.

Sleepers.


Scouting day before JM arrived; this was one of the first fish of the trip scaled at 16 lbs.  Feeling good getting on the board.

Terrible picture but it was 22 lbs so had to set up a camera timer.  Biggest fish of scouting day.  Had hooked one that was bigger and lost her in a cattail thicket.  Got upset about that and cut my leader down.  That worked was a portent.

Never really spent much time looking into bass but they were around.  We caught maybe a dozen in the 14-16 inch range.  Most up really shallow.

20 lbs.

24 lbs.

Bass with a worn out C&R mouth.

23 lbs.

Captures our collective spirit I think: double in a downpour.  It didn't occurr to either of us to stop fishing.  We each hooked multiple fish when the water surface was broken by rainfall. 

20 or 22 lber; can't remember exactly which is a good sign.

I think a 19 lber.

20+

20+ toad bastard fish with a pig gut.

20+

20+



Long mean dog right there.



I don't have all the pics at hand.  JM has posted some too.


Total of 16 fish that were 20-24 lbs.  JM got nine of them; two days he had three 20+ lbers.  I only logged seven but achieved a couple streaks: five consecutive days of at least one 20+ lb carp; can't remember doing that before.  And on June 12 there was a 19 lber between the 24 and 21 lbers; pretty good run of four consecutive fish.

We still think a lot about nets.  Have not found the perfect model.  The Frabill short handle in foreground has a great strong hoop but tears easily (we've torn maybe four bags, and this one pictured went to hell on the third or fourth day; it was brand new going into the trip).  Zip ties are good for field repairs; ball the tear up and make a pig-tail.  Works.  I'm toying with idea of putting a rubber basket on the Frabill.  One negative would be increase in overall weight.  Welcome comments about the best carp nets.

Thanks JM for another chapter.  We'll keep going.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017



Lake Michigan Prologue




Are you ready to go? he said.

Yeah, said Boyd. Just waitin on you.

They took a shotgun from a closet in the bedroom and they took nineteen dollars in coins and small bills from a white china box in a bureau drawer and stuffed it all into an oldfashioned leather changepurse. They took the blanket off the bed and they found Billy a belt and some clothes and they took all the shotshells out of a Carhart coat hanging on the wall at the back door, one double-ought buckshot and the rest number five and number seven shot, and they took a laundry bag and filled it with canned goods and bread and bacon and crackers and apples from the pantry and they walked out and tied the bag to the horn of the saddle and mounted up and rode out the little sandy street riding double with the dog trotting after them. A woman with clothespins in her mouth in a yard they passed nodded to them. They crossed the highway and they crossed the tracks of the Southern Pacific Railway and turned west. Come dark they were camped on the alkali flats fifteen miles west of Lordsburg before a fire made of fenceposts they’d dragged out of the ground with the horse. East and to the south there was water on the flats and two sandhill cranes stood tethered to their reflections out there in the last of the day’s light like statues of such birds in some waste of a garden where calamity had swept all else away. All about them the dry cracked platelets of mud lay curing and the fencepost fire ran tattered in the wind and the balled papers from the groceries they opened loped away one by one downwind into the gathering dark.   - C. McCarthy, The Crossing, page 171

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Early Summer Trout: Two Mornings



Day one walk in with my neighbor.  A favorite place in the world.  May and early June trout fishing in the DA is pretty damn good.  Streamside veg not too intense but getting there.  Some of the big bugs coming off.

I always pay attention to vertical fall.  My take is that streams with good fall from node A to node B will be pretty good for the most part, even if the banks are beat up.  Current velocity is a key driver; energy keeps substrate scoured; keeps some holes present somewhere even if they tend to move.  The vertical fall from that riffle top to the bottom is pretty significant.  Have often wondered what it would look to plot a scatter of vertical fall vs fish and/or bug IBI for reach X.


Glad to get out with my neighbor; good fisherman and lover of fine angling tools.  He caught a lot of trout.  This one in that nice little side channel ate a big dry fly.



Paul Hermann reel and salmo trutta.  Nice dry fly fish; we got a lot of those.

June bugs clumsy in the water; nice candy bar.

This is what I mean: some big terrible looking poorly tied dry fly come of my shop; got eaten all morning.  Color nor detail mattered.  Fish looking up; naturals of various species everywhere.  Don't overthink it; be a generalist.





Took only second limit of 2017.  Just haven't been logging much trout fishing this year.  Can't find my main knife so pulled out this old Sword Brand.


Fish stopped looking up in the afternoon. Tried some garbagey looking streamers.



Neighbor took some pics when I wasn't looking.  Kind of see a Shinobi fisherman there.  Throwing stars replaced by the most bottom of the barrel misc junk streamers one could imagine.  All of which caught fish.






We took it easy and brought no fewer than 50 trout to hand; not even a question about it; that's probably a low number. It's not tough to do this time of year; I think my kids could do it using 25 year old purple bodied #10 dry fly patterns.  Got three brook trout and some creek chubs too.  No really big fish but we did have a good count in the 11-13" range.  That year class seemed to show well.

Little more than a week later: let's give the younger kid a run; see what he can do.

A lot of this: sidelong examinations as kids often execute. 

Took these to be craneflies.  Any notes appreciated.


First cast of the day around 7 AM he hooked a fish and did not land. While later I think maybe this was first to hand.

He took four from this reach.  Got one on video.

Beauty; much more beautiful than anything hand of man can manipulate or create.






And to be clear I don't cast for my kids.  I bark at them and I help land the fish by either netting or grabbing.  That's it.  Probably my top pastime now is watching them fish.



I like framing people in the outcrops.  Good perspective for us.




He hooked quite a few and landed nine trout by 1030 AM.  At that point the fish were no longer looking up and he was pretty well set.  Doing other things.  Looking elsewhere.  If kids can walk these rivers and get decent numbers of trout fishing for a few hours with 50% focus, the lesson is probably that we might make things too complicated sometimes.  My take is that you need mainly (1) to be present on the river, (2) read water well, (3) get some/whatever fly in front of fish.  The remaining details not critical.