October 21, 2009
October 12, 2009
I'm woefully underprepared for November. 10 days, 2 lakes, +/-7 counties and as many rivers. Haven't had a chance to quite "dial-in" the switch rod. Dozens of flies still to tie. And at least 1 trip between then and now just to make sure things are working.
Statewide trout season closes Thursday at midnight. That leaves 3 days to get back to Default. Weather looks OK other than tomorrow. Wonder how many trips I can squeeze in before zero-hour.
Very much enjoyed the past 2 weekends on the Salmon. Miss Hannah got to see what it's all about this weekend. We saw it all. Fishermen, hooligans, vistas, shops, lakeside sunsets, campfire rain. Everywhere was crowded, though not as bad as I expected, and nothing compared to the number of fish at the hatchery. Didn't fish, but watched and discussed anglers vs liners vs snaggers; casting vs chuck 'n' duck; fighting a fish vs standing in the water like an asshat, rod bent, line stretched 150 yards downstream, trying to pull the fish back up to you while preventing everyone else from fishing; lifecycles, strains and species of salmon vs trout.
At one point, we watched a colored-up (and visibly exhausted/spent?) male coho holding a foot off the bank, facing ("downstream") into an eddy-current for a good 10 minutes. A couple guys with rods (anglers, liners, snaggers?) must have taken note, as once we started to move on, they started to move in. The fish didn't move even as they approached within feet (as in, 2). I observed as the lure(?) was dangled at rod-tip on the fish's nose. Nothing happened that required my intervention beyond a mere chuckle. Especially when m'lady questioned how one could be proud of a fish snagged at rod-tip.
It remains to be seen, but I think she's starting to "get it."
Posted by FoulHooked at 4:28 PM
October 7, 2009
October 5, 2009
...I'm going to try to make it to Manchester in two weekends.
On a related note, got an abbreviated spey lesson from Walt Geryk on the Salmon this weekend. First time meeting, and from what I can tell, helluva guy. The success story of the weekend was all the knowledge I gained from him, Keith Collins, Chris Stiles and on my own trying out new things, all for the price of gas and a campsite. Even ran into Geoff throwing some nice loops from across the river Saturday night. Would have been nice to at least hook a salmon (or trout...), but a single good tug, a landed fallfish, and a lot of learning were more than enough to make it worthwhile. Now...need to shell out for a little more gear, get the tying on, and head back out! Oh yeah...and my shoulders are burning...need to work on that form.
Posted by FoulHooked at 12:16 PM