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Newest Fish Tale
 Bonefish: There's A Lot That Goes On In The Crazy Minds Of BoneFishermen
Posted by flyfshrmn82 on February 20, 2010 (587 reads)
My fingers lead the way with my hand and arm close behind in the attempt to hit the snooze button. It’s 4:45am. As I felt my way across the bed, my hand hurdled the gap between the bed and the night stand, but it falls a little short and jams one of my fingers into the nightstand. There’s nothing like a good case of expletives early in the morning to get the day off on the right foot. I begin to drift off again, until the sudden shrill of the hotel phone starts to ring (I love wake up calls). “They put these damn things right next to the head of the bed. Why do they have the ringer turned up so loud?” I ask myself as I reach over to answer it. I am awake now. Today is my last day, I have to get a bone on fly. I pack up all my gear, food, beer, and clothes and fire up the Yota. The humidity is up, the heat has already started, and the skeeters never sleep. Today is going to be a hot one for sure. I check out of the hotel, crack my first beer (5:30a), and make my way to Bob’s casa. I pull up to Bob’s house and find that he has already backed the trailer up to the boat, and is milling around the garage. Yep you guessed it, it was hot, humid, and skeeter abundant over there too. The game plan is discussed and we load up our gear, food and water and hit the road(6:00a).
We pull up to Don’s bait shop only to
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French West Indies Fly Fishing: Guadeloupe Snook, Some Get Big!
Posted by alexismt555 on October 28, 2008 (1033 reads)
Even though it's not technically the end of the year, this year provided me with some of my best fly fishing surprises. I enjoy chasing all of the tropical fish that the French West Indies have to offer, but I especially have come to enjoy fishing for the snook in shallow water. The biggest snook that we have run across so far is the 18lb fish in the picture. He was in very shallow water, with only 1 inch of water over his back. That day, I had already been poling around and covered about 100 yards of mangrove shoreline without seeing a fish. Nonetheless, I kept poling very slowly and looking for a snook even though the clouds were rolling in making it even harder to see fish. There were only 3 small coves left to check before we reached the end of this shoreline. We approached the final cove and there he was. The water was a bit cloudy and I could only see small parts of the fish. “It might be a big one? Can you see him? Ten O’clock, 35 feet and facing to the right. The fly fisherman on the bow replied, “Ya, I think I see him.” Very cautiously I said, “Make the cast and I will tell you when to drop the fly … more left, more left … drop it!” Then, it was a game of “strip, stop .. strip .. stop.” The fish was moving and trying to grab the fly but the angler kept “trout setting.” The fish was now 15 feet or so from the boat. “Cast again! Drop it! Fish on!” We did it! The fish grabbed the fly about 5 feet from the boat and took off like a lightning bolt. What a battle! I was so excited and the guy on the bow did great as I tried to pole my best and keep the boat and fish out of the mangroves. After a few runs and close calls we
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Oatka Creek, NY: Fishing This Good Leaves An After Taste!
Posted by bfly on July 04, 2008 (3059 reads)
I was knee deep in the cool morning water catching my first Oatka creek brown trout before everyone else arrived. And having that moment to myself on the stream, allowed me to reflect on my friendships with the guys who would soon join me in taking part in our second annual summer fly fishing trip. There would be seven of us altogether. For some, it would be their first time to ever cast a fly. For others, it would be a familiar ritual in which they take part in almost every week. And even though I had fished with each one of them on separate occasions through the years; today we would share this experience together. And what an experience it would turn out to be!
Not long after that first trout, everyone was there, standing knee deep in their own section of the Oatka. Many trout were caught by everyone accept for two of our friends who were spin fishing. We caught mostly stocked brown trout in this section, but there were the occasional wild browns in the mix. The fishing was good enough to put off our meeting time for lunch until about 12:00pm. A short drive later and we were at our campsite busy setting up tents and cooking lunch. While we sat around the fire eating, we shared past fishing stories and reflected on our morning of fishing. We then asked if our spin fisherman friends wanted to
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Brook Trout Fly Fishing: If It Looks Good, Fish It!
Posted by greg on May 02, 2008 (2080 reads)
I caught my first Maine Brook Trout on opening day in 39 degree water, and standing up to my knees in snow. Yesterday, it was almost 80 degrees and I caught my second Maine Brookie of the season and a couple of friends that I often fish with caught a few nice brown trout. The water temp had risen to 50 degrees in a short amount of time and the fish were moving. Not much feeding activity on top yet but the fact that the trout were taking streamers was a good sign. After a long winter, the tug from an early season Maine Brookie felt great. The fish fought hard for it was and decent size and very healthy looking. As is typical in with early spring in Maine, the hatches still are still non descript. #22 something or other, but nothing eating off the top anyway, maybe tonight that will change. I have always been a big fan of the Maine Brookie and my understanding is that some pure strains still exist in Maine. I often go in search of Brook Trout by exploring small brooks and streams in Maine that are off the beaten paths. It makes for a fun day and a nice break from the bigger and
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Sweden Fly Fishing: Grayling Galore
Posted by postman on September 02, 2007 (2616 reads)
I was woken up in the cottage by the sounds of loads of singing birds and
the sound of the green river rapids. I tackled up and got down to the river
and it looked like a million bucks. I had a redbutted atomic stekel on
the leader and I chucked it behind a large stone and bam a large fish attacked directly and took 10-15 meter of line with a slow but steady pull.
Of course I thought that it was a large trout but then the fished jumped
and it was a very nice grayling. The fished jumped some more and
got down to bottom to do that grayling pushing in the deep.
Soon enough the fish was tired and I hand landed it by the "bloody rock"
just down the outlet of the stream. It was magical; my first grayling
above the 1kg mark in Laponia and it was so beautiful with is shimmering
scales and big dorsal fin.
I sat down and took a quick drink out of the river and had a nice little smoke
and I felt alive like never before.
Then Andreas came down and asked how it was and told him that
now the fishing part of the trip was complete and that i didn’t need
any more big fish on this trip. We just sat there in the nice weather
and felt like a million bucks!!
Soon, I saw big shadow rise and take insect in the riffle part of stream
upstream of where we were sitting. I put on a streaking caddis stillborn
and threw upstream. A large fish rose and I immediately striked without saying God save the queen. Then it was no nice words that came out of my mouth, that I can guarantee you. But Andreas calmed me down with words that there is plenty of big fish here just wait until the evening rise.
After this we caught and released loads of medium sized trout and after
a while the hunger grew to magnificent proportions and we stopped
for dinner knowing we would
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