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 Oatka Creek, NY: Fishing This Good Leaves An After Taste!
Posted by bfly on July 04, 2008 (60 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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Maine: Ice Out Brook Trout In The Allagash
Posted by bfc06 on June 29, 2008 (261 reads)
Maine Brook Trout Video
The beginning to middle of May marks the time when ponds and lakes in northern Maine lose their ice for the year. For the past 30 years, my father and various collections of his friends have visited the pond in question, in search of large, native Maine Brook Trout. My virgin pilgrimage to the pond was last spring, and several weeks ago Wilkie and I made the voyage north again.
Travel time to this pond is roughly 7 hours from Portland, so it's a good ways up there. It always amazes me to think that you can drive for 7+ hours and still be in Maine. Wilkie and I got an earlier start this year, and we arrived in camp around 1:30 am, 3 hours earlier than the previous year, and this allowed us to sleep for two full hours before taking Wilkie's new square stern's virginity in the cool water.
Fishing in this pond is slow, to say the least. Over the course of three full days of fishing, I caught three brookies. Wilkie caught two, Mitton five and my father netted seven. All fish were caught on streamers, the majority on the Woodville Special, "Woody" for short. The hog I brought to the boat took a white bead-head woolly bugger.
Fishing is done by either trolling streamers around the shoreline or by anchoring and casting around structure, which, thankfully, there is a good amount of. Rockpiles, drop-offs, points, islands and logs all provided areas that we concentrated our anchored fishing to, and about half of all the fish caught on the trip were done so while anchored. Wilkie and I spent the vast majority of our time anchored, throwing sinking lines, but I will say that
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Argentina: The End Of The World With All My Friends
Posted by Alex on June 21, 2008 (529 reads)
Argentina Video
Español: Después de planear algún tiempo nuestro encuentro con Miguel, Matías y Wilfredo en Bariloche, allí estábamos cargando los dos cataraf, dispuestos a bajar por el Río Limay.
Por mediados de Abril el Limay nos recibió con un fuertísimo viento oeste y durante un día completo lluvia, aumentando nuestras ganas de estar en el río desde las primeras horas de luz hasta los últimos rayos de sol del día, deteniéndonos solo 40 minutos a almorzar.
Estas condiciones climáticas son ideales en esta época del año, ya que las truchas están comenzando a ingresar desde el lago Nahuel Huapi hacia el río, pudiendo encontrar grandes tamaños que en otro momento del año es prácticamente imposible conseguir, si sumamos los fuertes vientos desde el lago y la baja presión con la lluvia, generaban el cóctel ideal que ...
English: After some quick planning I met up with Miguel, Matias and Wilfredo inn Bariloche and we started loading two rafts to float the Rio Limay.
As always in the middle of April the Limay greeted us with strong western winds and some full days of rain creating ideal fly fishing weather making us want to fish from the first light until the last ray of light left the sky, stopping only to eat just for a quick lunch. These climatic conditions are ideal for the migratory brown trout to make there annual run out of Lake Nahuel Huapi and into the Rio Limay. This is the best time for the possibility of catching a big brown trout, where as the rest of the legal season can be extremely challenging because the majority of fish are at the bottom of the lake hunkered down in the ...
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Long Island, New York: Stripers Are In, Call A Cab!
Posted by patrickHilbert on June 14, 2008 (479 reads)
It was April 24th and I needed a break; two tests and an autobiography due the next day for my ninth grade humanities classes. Without my parents consent, I called up a cab, rigged up and headed out on the sound to one of my spots. I wasn't sure if there were any striped bass around yet, but on an evening as beautiful is it was, I had to go in order to maintain sanity. I had to have some fun amidst all of this academic torture. After the awkward cab ride, I was emancipated to a crisp evening with my Loomis 9wt fly rod and only 2 flies. After several hours of dead fishing, I accepted the absence of fish in the area. As dusk began to approach I switched flies from a white deceiver to a silver 5/0 bobs banger fly. If there was a fish within my domain now would be the time for her to take my fly. 15 minutes before dark, I shot my plug-size fly to the other side of the rip and worked it back across the roaring current. Towards the end of the retrieve I stripped faster because I was ready to leave. As I was doing this, I witnessed a happening that I will never forget. There was boil just behind the fly. Had I become delirious? A second later a dark gray beast made an aggressive yet graceful roll as he slurped in the huge top water fly. #%@*+# !, I made a desperate attempt to gain back the slack fly line by jumping back and setting the hook using my rod and a strip. It worked and the beast ripped the loose line from my feet and took off relentlessly down the rip. After 15 minutes of gaining back 200 feet of line, I had the the beast on
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Atlantic Salmon, Maine: One Of The Most Memorable Days Of My Life
Posted by Riverkyng on June 10, 2008 (564 reads)
May 28th, 2008 will go down as one of the most memorable days of my life. It's right up there with all the things one associates with being the proud father of three kids. Maine’s Penobscot River just had a month long catch and release season with a 50 fish limit on Atlantic Salmon. I had never fished the Penobscot for the Atlantic Salmon until this special season even though I moved here in 1977. In the recent 15 years I fished the rivers of my birthplace in Newfoundland. It was on my 6th day visit to the Eddington pool and I was in rotation behind Royce Day who has the distinction of "Top Rod" for the recent season. The water looked perfect in the late evening light. My number 4 Green Highlander made a small "V" ripple in response to the half hitch secured near the eye of the fly as the drift carried it across the mid-section of one of the best spots in the pool. Then suddenly it happened! The water exploded in front of me, revealing the bright silver form of a 15-18 lb. salmon, fresh in from the Atlantic Ocean. While at sea it had stored enough energy to fight rapids and jump water falls in its battle to return to that special place in the river to repeat the cycle of life. The fight was on. It didn't matter to me if my barbless hook did not hold. The hit alone was worth all the efforts. The salmon took the line almost to the end of the 100 yd. backing 3 times and put on a couple of aerial ballet dances before I was able to land and release it about 20 minutes later.
The Penobscot was once one of the premier salmon rivers in all of North America. It was said that "salmon were so plentiful that they were pitchforked onto wagons to be used as fertilizer." The Atlantic Salmon now
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