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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 (637 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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Brook Trout Fly Fishing: Miniature Trophies, Cold Springs & Memories
Posted by kennebecster on July 30, 2009 (1313 reads)
Having been driven off some of my favorite rivers in maine by an endless onslaught of high water I decided that a trip down memory lane with my fly rod would be a great way to spend a drizzly evening. I decided to hit a small hometown brook that I had not fished since childhood. Armed with a box of nymphs an plenty of DEET I headed out to my fish my childhood haunt, a small spring fed brook that in years past had swarmed with Brooktrout, and likewise swarmed with neighborhood kids, traveling beaten trails along the stream. I had heard stories that the brook had suffered from siltation, and no longer was the place it had been in the past. That the brookies were few and far between, and that it was just not the same.
Leaving my truck behind I slipped through the dripping woods and headed toward some of the "upper pools " as they were called as a kid. Much to my amazement none of the old mature wood along the brook had been cut. The same old willows hung low over the pools , the same old hemlocks and pines gave shade, and the remains of the rotting snowmobile bridge was still to be seen in the brook. The one difference was that the old footpaths had nearly grown in. paths that at
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False Albacore Fly Fishing: Busted Rods, Smoked Reels & Good Times
Posted by Austin on September 26, 2007 (3352 reads)
Albie Video
I layed in bed not knowing what was going to be thrown at me the next morning. I woke up to the sweet sound of raw horse power and put my game face on. The engine was purring like a kitten as Jeremy manuvered the boat through the bay. There they are! The albies were showing thick just like jeremy said they would. We waited silently for the next pod of fish to come up. In a flash, the albies showed alongside a rock structure. The albies were literally spraying bait up onto the rocks. And, what was totally unforeseen by me, these fish were not the same fish I had previously seen, it was a whole other pod of fish. I was amazed to see some many albies around. The albies in the distance were ripping apart the bait like warriors, something totally forgotten by me since I had been accustomed to bonito like behaviors this year. These were no bonito! I could see the albies jumping clear out of the water, crushing everything in site. Just as that pod of fish goes down, another comes up, and so on and so forth.
Jeremy suddenly spots a huge pod of albies up ahead. They are not far away at all and just out of casting range. Slowly, jeremy pulls the boat up alongside the fish. I make sure that my line is clear and that all of it is in my stripping basket. I resisted the undying urge to cast before the boat had slowed down completely. I saw the fish up ahead of me. I recalled what Jeremy had said “get it right in the pod of fish. If you don’t get it right into them, or they are not all on top busting on bait, forget about it.” I made the cast, but was too short. I could clearly see the albies dashing through the water crushing the bait. I could also see my fly, a mere 10 feet outside of the albies feeding frenzy. I now understood what Jeremy meant by getting it “into the pod.” Unlike most of the tuna that I had fished for before, the albies were still up on the surface. I hauled out all my line that I had inside of my stripping basket and tried to be as presice as humanly possible. My line hit the water and landed right into the fish. Having fished for hard tails before, I quickly realized
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Bonito: Fly Fishing For The Hard Tail High
Posted by jeremy on August 17, 2007 (2284 reads)
Bonito Video
I am addicted to fly fishing for anything with a hard tale. In the Northeast, fly fishing for any tuna species is right up my alley. It’s fast, it’s very visual and hard tales have a way of exposing every weakness. And, above all that, they rip. Tuna species are rocket ships and built for speed. I recently went on a great Bonito fly fishing trip with fellow hard tale addict Tom Rosenbauer, of The Orvis Company. We fished with our now good friend, Capt. Mike, who is also as addicted to hard tales as we are. Tom brought 6 or 7 rod and reel setups, and several of the fly rods were supposedly some new top secret rod that Orvis is working on. I always enjoy my fly fishing trips with Tom, because there is never a lack of gear and he always has something new that he is working on or testing. Anyway, Mike got us on good numbers of Bonito. As always, they were up and down fast and success was dependant on seeing which way they were feeding, positioning the boat perfectly and getting a good cast at a feeding fish. Tom was using an epoxy fly that he tied, Mike was fishing a white bucktail fly and I was using a larger sized epoxy fly. Fortunately, these fish were hungry and eating. The trick was getting the fly in the zone! Tom and Mike hooked up and landed their first Bonito and I was next. Mike positioned the boat perfectly and the fish were busting and moving towards me. I tried my best to not get too amped up (which is very easy to do) and throw senseless casts. I waited till the opportune time to throw one solid cast. Here they come, closer, closer … fire! I was leading one fish and the fly landed where it needed to be. Strip fast, faster, faster … he’s on it! He ate it! The line jumped up when the fish started his first run and it kinda got all wrapped around my arm and reel. I thought it was going to get hung up but somehow I managed to unravel all of the unwanted wraps with both hands and my teeth, and when the fish cleared all the line I had cleared all the wraps and my reel began to sing. If you watch the video you will see what I am referring too. I spend so
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Flies And Fins: Lot's Of Places, People And Fish!
Posted by jeremy on February 16, 2007 (2774 reads)
2006 Flies And Fins Video
Fly fishing, for me, in 2006 was unforgettable. I can’t believe all the places and species of fish I was fortunate enough to experience. But, more than that, I can’t believe all of the people I met and the friends I made. I never imagined that the little blog website that Greg and I put up several years ago would turn into Flies and Fins. Seriously, I can remember when there were 3 members of Flies and Fins; Greg, me and … actually that was it. Now, it boggles my mind with thousands of members from all around the world. I am constantly amazed to see fish tales on this site from all parts of the globe by fly fisherman catching all sorts of fish. In addition to that, my closest fly fishing buddies are running their own Flies And Fins sites (west, south, east and north). The web has been an amazing thing and Flies and Fins is responsible for keeping so many old friendships strong and bringing me to places that I would otherwise probably never have had a chance to visit. Flies And Fins also never ceases to humble me. I am constantly reminded that the world has so much to offer and there are so many
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