As you well know if you have paid much attention to this blog, I enjoy messing around with a camera. On a recent trip to the nearby cow pasture lake, I decided to have some fun with a couple of the crappie that I caught. Here is the result. Both of these are versions of the exact same picture. I just cannot decide which one I prefer. Which one do you like better and why?
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Shining Fins
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Crappie,
Farm Pond,
Fly Fishing,
Photography,
Spring,
Warm water
Wednesday, March 04, 2015
Hungry Late Winter Bass
So yesterday I realized that I was getting more than a little tired of the cabin fever, as in tired enough to do something about it. So naturally I strung up a 5 weight St. Croix Legend Ultra that has been a favorite rod for over 10 years and headed to a nearby lake that I love to fish in the spring (video).
As some of you probably know by now, I am fond of smaller patterns for bluegill and crappie, smaller than most other people are fishing in fact. Specifically, like my friend Bill Trussell over at Fishing Through Life knows, I tie and fish a LOT of Simi Seal Leeches. Black is my favorite color although other colors work great as well. For this trip, I tied on a black #12 Simi Seal leech with a bead head before leaving the house so I could focus all my time on fishing once I arrived at the lake.
When I got there, a decent amount of ice and slush still existed on the lake's surface. Despite the warming trend of the past couple of days, the lakes are still very cold and holding on to the ice. Admittedly, I was a bit concerned about the fishing prospects. Ice on the surface didn't seem like a positive thing for the fishing but since I was already there I wasn't going to leave without casting a little bit at least.
The heavy fog that kept rolling through the area made for some beautiful scenes. As the assumption that the fishing would be slow took hold, I started to gain more interest in documenting the scenery. It may be a stretch of the imagination, but can anyone else see a giant butterfly in the picture below? Or maybe it is an angel, I'm not sure.
Eventually I got back to fishing with the plan to fish for a few minutes and then head home. What I was really looking for was some early season crappie. Usually you can start catching them on this particular body of water by the first of March. Since this year was unusually cold, I didn't have a lot of faith in finding any but knew where to cast in case they were around.
On the second cast to a very good drop off that normally has some fish hanging around, I looked down just before pulling my fly out of the water at the end of the retrieve. You can probably imagine how surprised I was when I noticed a shadow behind the little leech pattern. I stopped and let the fly start to drop past the fishes nose. That did the trick! It opened its mouth and inhaled the fly.
My surprise was even greater when, after hooking the fish, it finally came to the surface and I realized it was not a crappie or a bluegill but a little bass. That made my day. I was happy enough to be satisfied with one fish. After all, I probably had only fished for 15-20 minutes, taken a few pictures of the landscape, and caught a bass. How much better could it get?
The fog had rolled back some while I was fishing, so after releasing the fish, I took another picture or two. Maybe 4 or 5 more casts were made but I knew that it was time to head home. The trip was a success, and it is a poor sport who demands more from the water than one deserves. I had already been blessed beyond my expectations and figured that it wasn't a good time to get selfish.
Today we have some rain moving in or else I would be out there again. Maybe we'll get a break in the rain that is long enough for me to get back out there. I know there are some monster fish in that lake and today is probably as good a day as any to try and catch one. They are probably hungry after such a long cold winter...
As some of you probably know by now, I am fond of smaller patterns for bluegill and crappie, smaller than most other people are fishing in fact. Specifically, like my friend Bill Trussell over at Fishing Through Life knows, I tie and fish a LOT of Simi Seal Leeches. Black is my favorite color although other colors work great as well. For this trip, I tied on a black #12 Simi Seal leech with a bead head before leaving the house so I could focus all my time on fishing once I arrived at the lake.
When I got there, a decent amount of ice and slush still existed on the lake's surface. Despite the warming trend of the past couple of days, the lakes are still very cold and holding on to the ice. Admittedly, I was a bit concerned about the fishing prospects. Ice on the surface didn't seem like a positive thing for the fishing but since I was already there I wasn't going to leave without casting a little bit at least.
The heavy fog that kept rolling through the area made for some beautiful scenes. As the assumption that the fishing would be slow took hold, I started to gain more interest in documenting the scenery. It may be a stretch of the imagination, but can anyone else see a giant butterfly in the picture below? Or maybe it is an angel, I'm not sure.
Eventually I got back to fishing with the plan to fish for a few minutes and then head home. What I was really looking for was some early season crappie. Usually you can start catching them on this particular body of water by the first of March. Since this year was unusually cold, I didn't have a lot of faith in finding any but knew where to cast in case they were around.
On the second cast to a very good drop off that normally has some fish hanging around, I looked down just before pulling my fly out of the water at the end of the retrieve. You can probably imagine how surprised I was when I noticed a shadow behind the little leech pattern. I stopped and let the fly start to drop past the fishes nose. That did the trick! It opened its mouth and inhaled the fly.
My surprise was even greater when, after hooking the fish, it finally came to the surface and I realized it was not a crappie or a bluegill but a little bass. That made my day. I was happy enough to be satisfied with one fish. After all, I probably had only fished for 15-20 minutes, taken a few pictures of the landscape, and caught a bass. How much better could it get?
The fog had rolled back some while I was fishing, so after releasing the fish, I took another picture or two. Maybe 4 or 5 more casts were made but I knew that it was time to head home. The trip was a success, and it is a poor sport who demands more from the water than one deserves. I had already been blessed beyond my expectations and figured that it wasn't a good time to get selfish.
Today we have some rain moving in or else I would be out there again. Maybe we'll get a break in the rain that is long enough for me to get back out there. I know there are some monster fish in that lake and today is probably as good a day as any to try and catch one. They are probably hungry after such a long cold winter...
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Crossville,
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Fog,
Largemouth Bass,
Photography
Monday, March 02, 2015
A Perspective on the 2015 Ice Storm
Here are two photographs from the ice storm of 2015. When I awoke around 3:00 a.m. to the sound of gunshots snapping limbs, I knew that morning's light would bring a scene much different from what I saw the evening before. Incredibly, the really good show held off until after daylight, allowing us to sit and watch out the windows as limbs and even whole trees came crashing down.
Once I have a little more time to digest the event I'll have a lot more written about it I'm sure, but for now, here is what it looked like outside my bedroom window looking down from the 2nd story. This tree does not have many branches left. They all came down in a crash of sound and glistening ice.
While we were still debating the safety of venturing outside, the neighbors kindly came out with a chainsaw and a large tractor, making quick work of the road and even our driveway. Now that is being neighborly!
Perhaps the saddest part of this whole deal? I haven't been fishing for two whole weeks.
Once I have a little more time to digest the event I'll have a lot more written about it I'm sure, but for now, here is what it looked like outside my bedroom window looking down from the 2nd story. This tree does not have many branches left. They all came down in a crash of sound and glistening ice.
While we were still debating the safety of venturing outside, the neighbors kindly came out with a chainsaw and a large tractor, making quick work of the road and even our driveway. Now that is being neighborly!
Perhaps the saddest part of this whole deal? I haven't been fishing for two whole weeks.
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Ice,
ice storm 2015,
Icepocalypse 2015,
Photography,
Snow,
Winter
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
Hiwassee River: A Return To An Old Favorite
Travelling northeast from Chattanooga, I was headed for the
Hiwassee River. Back in college it had been my go to trout stream, partly
because it was so close of course, but also, well, the mighty Hiwassee just
grows on you.
Wide for a trout river anywhere, the Hiwassee is a
tailwater, but a rather unusual one. Below Apalachia Dam (yes, that is spelled correctly), the streambed barely
contains a trickle unless the dam is spilling as the majority of water is piped
8.3 miles downstream and released at the powerhouse where the best trout
fishing on the river begins.
On low water, the Hiwassee River shows her teeth, but when the
generators kick on, it becomes a rafters’ paradise with several companies
running commercial trips on the river. The shoals still lurk just under the
surface, which means that only the most experienced drift boat oarsmen should
attempt rowing the river. I have seen it all including people floating down the
river on blowup mattresses from Wally World. Thankfully, all of that nonsense
takes place in warmer weather. In the winter, anglers pretty much have the
river to themselves.
Driving east from Cleveland I noticed something that I had
never seen before. The mountains appeared to have been frosted. Even more
impressive was how distinct the apparent freezing line had been the night
before. Big Frog Mountain to the east-southeast was so beautiful that I almost
changed my plans for the day to go hike the mountain instead. At minimum, I was
inspired to go do some winter hiking in the Smokies before things warm up. Much closer, Chilhowee Mountain just above Benton had just a little of the white stuff on its highest reaches.
Continuing on north towards the Hiwassee River, I was counting on
the fact that it was a weekday to have the river mostly to myself, but
surprisingly there were almost as many fishermen out as I would normally expect
on a winter’s weekend.
Driving slowly upriver with the requisite craning of the
neck to look at the water, I came around a bend to find an interesting sight:
the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency (TWRA) trout stocking truck. As they
were just finishing up one stocking location, I asked if it would be all right
if I followed them up and took some pictures of the stocking in action. They
graciously agreed.
While we’re on the subject, for the record, I am not in the habit of following stocking
trucks around. I remember reading an article once about trout warriors who
follow stocking trucks around so they can do battle with trout as soon as the
fish are released. Something about that strikes me as not quite sporting so I
try to avoid even the appearance of evil being a trout warrior chasing
rubber stockers.
I know this sounds like a lot of excuses for a couple of
pictures, but you will have to trust me on this one. As soon as I got my
photographs I headed upriver as far away from the stocking truck as I could
get. I felt marginally better after catching a few healthy fish that looked
like they had been in the river a while.
By the time I reached the turnaround, fishermen had begun to descend on the river. I
passed several anglers on my way up who were working the accessible bankside water as they waited for
the flow from the turbines to be shut off. My own preparations became more and
more hurried as that moment loomed closer. Everyone’s goal was to be in
position to fish their favorite spot before the water went off so they could
fish as it fell out. After all, there is usually a flurry of feeding as the
water drops.
My original hope had been to fish some shad patterns on high
water. The stop to watch the stocking truck consumed enough time that I had no
chance, so I rigged up for nymph fishing. A couple of standard flies under an
indicator completed my setup, and I was soon slogging across a narrow side
channel in the still heavy current. Right on cue the generators went off, and I
started casting.
Trout were already rolling all across the river. Not seeing
any winter stoneflies, I was left to assume that it must be midges. A short
time later I finally saw some of the little bugs and had my suspicions
confirmed. As the water level dropped, I was able to access more and more
streambed. Wading aggressively, I was soon casting to feeding trout in deeper
water. Strangely, the usual suspects were not appealing to the fish on this
day.
Something of an “Ah ha!” moment took place, and I tied on a
small white streamer that is always very effective for me during shad kills.
Only a few casts later I had a solid hit and the first rainbow of the day came
to hand. Apparently the trout have been seeing some shad.
After perhaps 3 trout on the white streamer, I changed over
to a dry fly with a dropper. My normal winter setup on this river is a
Parachute Adams. This fly does a passable job of imitating the winter
stoneflies at least vaguely in shape and size, never mind the giant white wing
sticking up on top. That part is to help me see the thing 60 feet away. Underneath
I would normally drop a small midge, but instead I used a little bead head
caddis pupa that you would recognize if you have fished with me before. The fly
is the embodiment of simplicity so I do not mind losing one every now and
again. In other words, a perfect guide fly.
Carefully slipping and sliding around the river bottom, I
managed to scare up another trout or two before wondering how the water
downstream was fishing. While I have fished a large portion of the river from
well above the powerhouse downstream to Reliance and beyond, those excursions
away from the upper river are the anomalies. I prefer the water from Big Bend
upstream for a simple reason: that section has the highest concentration of
trout in the Hiwassee River.
Accordingly, I was soon making the short drive downriver to
fish a favorite area at Fox’s Cabin. This stretch of river produced some of the
most epic match the hatch fishing I’ve experienced anywhere. Of course, the
whole river was good on those days, I just happened to be fishing there. Still,
a little nostalgia always creeps in when I fish there and remember the good old
days. You know, my college years before the real world kicked in and started
kicking my butt.
Anyway, so I stopped just downstream where I had seen the
stocking truck earlier. There is a shoal that extends across the river there
that I enjoy fishing when the winter stoneflies are out. By that time in the
day I was seeing a few fluttering around and also some explosive rises.
As I waded in, I could not help but notice a large school of
trout podded up near the bank. Apparently the stockers from earlier in the
morning had survived their rough entry into the river. I did my part to help
them disperse so an unethical angler wouldn’t come along and full up a couple
of 5 gallon buckets with fresh stockers. To any onlookers, I probably looked a
bit like a Labrador retriever who had not seen the water in a few months as I
bounded through the water in pursuit of the terrified fish. My mission was soon
accomplished though as the school scattered for safer habitat. The area duck
hunters quit yelling at me to “Fetch!” and things quickly returned to normal.
Wading out across the shoal, I worked quickly towards the
middle of the river to get away from those poor fresh stockers. They were still
confused enough that I could have scooped them up in my net if I wanted.
I was catching brown trout, more than normal I might add,
although it has been so long since I fished the Hiwassee I might just be
remembering incorrectly. Lots of the fish were barely larger than fingerlings
and a few could have convinced me that they were hatched in the river if I
didn’t know that TWRA stocks a lot of fingerling browns in the fall. Hopefully
those will grow up to be large predatory browns in the next few years.
The complete tour of the shoal was finished about the time
the water came up from the afternoon pulse of generation. Heading a short
distance upstream to the large pool at Fox’s Cabin, I fished a streamer rod in
the heavier current for a while. My one reward was a chunky rainbow around 13
inches in length. Soon the pulse abated, and I worked my way back out on the
water with the 5 weight again in hand.
Some of the prettier fish I caught on this day came after
that afternoon pulse. Some of the rainbows were so pretty that it seemed a
shame that they most likely would not get the chance to grow much larger. The
delayed harvest season is on a bit longer, but when it ends there will be
carnage on the streams that fall under this designation. This has more than a
little to do with the fact that most Tennessee tailwaters do not produce as
many large fish as they are capable of, but that is a topic for another time.
The pulse seemed to hang around longer than expect, but that
was likely a product of the fact that I was not fishing immediately below the
powerhouse this time. Water drains out fairly quickly on this river, but it
still takes time for it to go somewhere. Slowly I worked my way out towards
some deeper runs in the middle of the streambed, catching the odd rainbow trout
or two along the way.
This set of runs has produced some fantastic fish for me
over the years. On a day when I was just happy to be out, the magic struck
again. A big boisterous rise got my attention across the pool I was fishing. I
had just caught a rainbow from the near current. It was a pretty fish and I
paused a moment to appreciate its colors. You never know when a fish will be
the last one of the day, and I needed something to daydream about over the cold
days ahead.
That big rise was across some dead water that was just past
the current closest to me. On the other side of the dead water was a current
seam along the edge of the dominant current flowing through this particular
pool. Based on the rise, I assumed the fish had noticed one of the few stray
winter stoneflies still fluttering around.
I made a long reach cast across, reaching upstream so my
line would not drag immediately in the secondary current just beyond my rod
tip. The dry drifted about three feet before I blinked. When my eyes opened
again the dry fly was nowhere to be seen. There was a split second where I
questioned where it could have gone before I thought, “Maybe I should set the
hook, you know, just in case.” This scenario seems to be a more common ailment
among fly fishermen than is generally acknowledged, but most likely more
research needs to be done.
Over the years, this problem has reared its ugly head in
some rather humorous ways. One time I was fishing the Caney Fork River when a
drift boat with three guys came through. I have to say I was rather enjoying
the scenery until one of the gentlemen yelled at me to set. At least I obey
quickly. I landed that fish while guys probably thought I was the least focused
fisherman they had seen all day. Now that I’ve guided a while I realize it is a
universal problem. As a guide, I cannot begin to count the number of times I’ve
had to yell set. Of course my friends do it to me all the time when we fish
together out of the boat. If you’ve found the cure, then I’m all ears.
Anyway, so as I was saying, my flies had disappeared, and
when I set the hook I could tell it was better than anything else I had caught
all day. The flash of buttery brown immediately had me wishing that I had
brought a net. For some reason or another, my net had been left at home. Want a
surefire way to hook a nice trout? Leave your net or camera at home, preferably
both of course.
The dropper that the fish had eaten was dangling off of that
Parachute Adams on 6x tippet. With all of the ledges and sharp rocks around I
was nervous. I really wanted to see that trout up close!
To spare you the boring details, I soon guided the fish up
onto a nice soft barely submerged weed bed that cradled the brown almost as
well as my net. A couple of pictures later I held the trout carefully in the
water. When the fish was ready to go there was no holding it back.
By this time the late day sun had moved well below the
nearest hill and there was a definitely chill in the air as evening approached.
The far hillside was lit with a warm glow that you can only get in winter.
Reflecting off of the water, it gave the illusion of liquid gold flowing
downstream below me.
Before calling it quits for the day, I decided on making one
last stop at Big Bend to fish the bottom of the big shoals there. Several more
browns made an appearance although none were as nice as the handsome fish I had
caught further upriver. The late day sun was sinking even lower, so after a few
more quick pictures, I decided to finally call it a day and head back to
civilization.
These other recent posts on the Trout Zone may interest you as well.
Labels:
Brown Trout,
Fly Fishing,
Hiwassee River,
Photography,
Rainbow Trout,
Streamer Fishing,
Winter
Monday, February 02, 2015
Monday Morning Trout
If you are already planning next weekend's fishing trip, I understand your pain. The rat race is real, but of course if everyone quit their jobs to fish then things would go south in a hurry. The least I can do is encourage you with your Monday morning trout. This one is a beautiful rainbow trout from the Hiwassee River delayed harvest waters. I had a fantastic two days on the Hiwassee last week so watch for more posts on those days coming up soon!
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Fly Fishing,
Hiwassee River,
Monday,
Photography,
Rainbow Trout,
Trout
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Greedy Smallmouth
On Tuesday, I had the good fortune of getting out to chase musky and smallmouth bass and to just enjoy the warm weather we had for a few days. Dan Munger made it over to fish since it was his day off from Little River Outfitters. As always it was great having him in the boat. I also had my buddy Tyler who had not been on the boat yet.
The goal was to chase some musky. Dan did well on his first musky float a few weeks ago and got that first musky out of the way so we were hoping for a repeat performance. Unfortunately the fish had other ideas and we just didn't see very many over the course of the day but then that's musky fishing for you. Of course, Tyler is not convinced that there aren't really such thing as musky in the rivers we fish so we'll have to take him again to show him some fish.
he highlight of the day was when Dan had just cast to a nice rocky ledge. He barely started his retrieve before the heavy fly rod was bent under the weight of a nice fish. I thought for sure it was a nice musky, but he quickly announced it was a smallmouth. After a solid fight, we got the fish in the net and took some pictures. First, notice the size of the fly it hit! The fly was at least 6-7 inches long and perhaps more!
The best part though was that the fish had a large crawdad stuck in its throat. Talk about a greedy fish! It had a big meal and still wanted more.
The rest of the float was uneventful except for the one musky that taunted us by rolling 10 feet off of the takeout ramp as we were approaching it. I guess we'll just have to get back out there sometime soon and try to even the score a little. As we took out the boat, the sunset alone made the whole trip worthwhile.
The best part though was that the fish had a large crawdad stuck in its throat. Talk about a greedy fish! It had a big meal and still wanted more.
The rest of the float was uneventful except for the one musky that taunted us by rolling 10 feet off of the takeout ramp as we were approaching it. I guess we'll just have to get back out there sometime soon and try to even the score a little. As we took out the boat, the sunset alone made the whole trip worthwhile.
Labels:
Cumberland Plateau,
Float Trip,
Fly Fishing,
Little River Outfitters,
Musky,
Photography,
Smallmouth Bass,
Sunset
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Early Winter Sunsets
I know that a lot of you will probably want to get on my case for my appreciation of winter and especially the cold weather and that's fine. I'm just glad that so many people dislike the cold months. The fewer people who get outside the more I can feel like I have it to myself.
Selfishly, this is probably the main reason I like winter. The colder and nastier it is out the fewer people I have to compete with for fishing, and less people also means I am more likely to get uncluttered pictures. In the summer, especially in high traffic tourist areas like the Smokies, I have to often wait and wait and then wait some more for people to get out of my pictures. Winter brings a pleasant change of pace where I can pretty much show up, take my pictures, and then leave for the next spot.
The one silver lining to the short days is that the sun is in the sweet spot for more time both in the morning and the afternoon. I'm talking about that time when the sun has sunk to just above the horizon or perhaps has just made its first appearance for the day. The golden hour of light is a photographers dream.
In winter, that warm light lasts longer and seems even richer than normal. My obvious appreciation of winter may bias me here, but I think that the trajectory of the sun this time of year keeps it close to the horizon longer without actually sinking behind and out of sight.
The result is some of the best sunsets you will find anywhere. If you want to see a great sunset, winter is one of the best times to do so. The air is usually clearer and cleaner so the colors are brighter. Landscapes bask in the glow of the late afternoon winter sun.
Almost daily I promise myself that I'll start getting up early and heading back out in the afternoons to catch that light, but usually I'm doing good to just get the late afternoon version. Still, the sun blesses me with some nice opportunities to photograph the sunset. Maybe I'll get up for the sunrise tomorrow...
Labels:
Crossville,
Cumberland Plateau,
Photography,
Sunset,
Tennessee
Monday, January 12, 2015
Icy Cold
Here on the Cumberland Plateau, we don't get as much winter as I experienced when I lived in Colorado, and I'll admit that I miss it sometimes. Recently, we did get the cold portion of winter, but unfortunately the best we could do for snow was a very light dusting. The cold temperatures did produce some beautiful ice formations however. Here are some pictures from my favorite quick woods getaway near home. Before looking at all of them, you may want to compare the scenes with my recent trip that didn't include ice...
Labels:
Cumberland Plateau,
David Knapp Photography,
Ice,
Photography,
Stream,
Waterfall
Wednesday, January 07, 2015
Full to the Brim
As has been the case for the last several months, we continue to receive a lot more rain than we probably need meaning I hike more than I fish now. The widespread moderate rainfall this past weekend caused the most recent in a long string of high water events. Here on the Cumberland Plateau, we have minimal soil. In some places, the underlying sandstone is completely exposed. All of this means that when it rains, there is not a lot of soil to soak up all that moisture and it runs off quickly.
This last rain event was not as bad as the one in early December. Here is a picture from December 6.
When I returned the other day, the water was definitely still high but I could safely maneuver up the rocks on the right side of the above picture for a better upstream shot this time. As you can see, it is full to the brim, but not as dangerous as the previous time I was there. Unfortunately, it was enough rain that I had to cancel a guide trip, something that is really tough to do financially this time of year. Safety is always a priority, however, and should be when dealing with the streams of the Smokies.
Here are a few more shots from my trip on Saturday. I've been fortunate enough to get out in the woods several times over the last few days and intend to continue to do so as I work back into good backpacking shape for the spring fishing season!
I still wish that this little stream was capable of holding trout. What a fantastic opportunity it would be for me and so close to home! Unfortunately, in the summer it gets very low and also too warm to support trout.
Check out more of my previous trips to this beautiful little stream. It just keeps producing incredible photo opportunities for me!
This last rain event was not as bad as the one in early December. Here is a picture from December 6.
When I returned the other day, the water was definitely still high but I could safely maneuver up the rocks on the right side of the above picture for a better upstream shot this time. As you can see, it is full to the brim, but not as dangerous as the previous time I was there. Unfortunately, it was enough rain that I had to cancel a guide trip, something that is really tough to do financially this time of year. Safety is always a priority, however, and should be when dealing with the streams of the Smokies.
Here are a few more shots from my trip on Saturday. I've been fortunate enough to get out in the woods several times over the last few days and intend to continue to do so as I work back into good backpacking shape for the spring fishing season!
I still wish that this little stream was capable of holding trout. What a fantastic opportunity it would be for me and so close to home! Unfortunately, in the summer it gets very low and also too warm to support trout.
Check out more of my previous trips to this beautiful little stream. It just keeps producing incredible photo opportunities for me!
Labels:
Crossville,
Cumberland Plateau,
Great Smoky Mountains,
Guided fly fishing,
Photography,
Smokies,
Waterfall
Monday, January 05, 2015
Clear and Cold Brings Us Closer to a Shad Kill
Here on the Cumberland Plateau, the recent storm system has moved out leaving us experiencing clear skies and cold temperatures. Hope for a shad kill is on the upswing with the cold snap dropping temperatures in area reservoirs.
Each year we experience at least a small scale shad kill but in the best years it can bring the largest trout in the river out to feed. By Thursday, we are expecting lows down near zero so it won't take a whole lot of time at these temperatures to bring down water temperatures in the lakes. If we continue to have cold weather, I could see the shad kill here as early as the first of February although in some years it holds off until early March. Once it starts, no one knows how long it will last.
In between tying flies and doing some writing, I've been able to get out and take some pictures. The picture above shows how bright the sun is this time of year under mostly clear skies. That cold blue color reminds me that the coldest temperatures are yet to come. Here's to hoping for a really cold next month or so. Then you'll know where to find me: floating down the river tossing white streamers...
Each year we experience at least a small scale shad kill but in the best years it can bring the largest trout in the river out to feed. By Thursday, we are expecting lows down near zero so it won't take a whole lot of time at these temperatures to bring down water temperatures in the lakes. If we continue to have cold weather, I could see the shad kill here as early as the first of February although in some years it holds off until early March. Once it starts, no one knows how long it will last.
In between tying flies and doing some writing, I've been able to get out and take some pictures. The picture above shows how bright the sun is this time of year under mostly clear skies. That cold blue color reminds me that the coldest temperatures are yet to come. Here's to hoping for a really cold next month or so. Then you'll know where to find me: floating down the river tossing white streamers...
Labels:
Cold weather,
Photography,
Shad kill,
Streamer Fishing
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
First Time Musky
One of my favorite things in fly fishing is seeing someone catch a fish for the first time. Kids who are picking up the long rod for the first time and even seasoned anglers catching a new species all enjoy the experience so much that just being around is fun. Yesterday, I had the privilege of spending the day on the water with my buddy Dan from Little River Outfitters. He has been dying to catch a musky, and I had some time free and an idea of where we might catch one.
We met up and hit the water early enough that it was still pretty chilly out. The adventure almost got off to a bad start when I nearly didn't get off the ramp with my car/trailer (minus the boat of course). Recent wet weather had really messed up the top of the short ramp with a deep ditch cut by runoff. Thankfully, after more suspense than I really care to have, the car eased on up, and I was able to start breathing again. Soon we were drifting and Dan was throwing big flies looking for the toothy critters.
The early part of the float was pretty slow. I suspected that we would start seeing fish after the first couple of miles. Slowly floating down, we enjoyed the nice day and the warmth of the sun that was not just making it more comfortable for us but hopefully was also warming the water to turn on the musky. We both started wanting a snack at about the same time so I pulled the boat over and we got out to stretch our legs on firm ground for a little while. I also got busy with the camera.
As soon as we started floating again, Dan had 3 strikes in a row off of the same bank. We never did get a good look at the fish but were glad to see the action picking up. Continuing down, we got close to the section I wanted to really hit hard and I decided to take one more turn in the casting brace before getting Dan on the prime water below.
Just a few feet further down the river, I had cast up into a big back eddy and was retrieving the fly when a familiar shadow appeared behind the fly. I started speeding up the retrieve and the fish charged on, unmindful of the boat. Going into my figure 8 motion, the fish shot past, only to come charging back. Unfortunately I made a little more commotion than I should have with the fly rod in the water and the fish bolted at the last second. My buddy Dan was going crazy at this point. "Did you see how big that fish was?!?!? he asked. His eyes got even bigger when I told him that it was a small to average fish, probably around 3 feet long.
I kept casting a little bit longer but as we closed in on the prime water, I insisted that Dan get back in the front of the boat and it didn't take much urging on my part. He was ready now after seeing that fish chase. The wind was starting to pick up and the clouds were lowering as rain moved closer. It was now or never.
Dan was working a large pool, casting to logs and other structure. Finally he turned and started working the far bank when I heard "There he is!" Almost immediately the line came tight and the battle was joined. I started rowing after the fish and it was a strong one. Dan had the 8 weight bent over more than I believed was possible and the fish would not give up. Several runs later and some lucky oar work thrown in for good measure, we had the fish in the net. Dan was pumped, and I have to admit I was as well. These fish never get old!
We pulled over for the obligatory photos. Soon the fish swam off, still incredibly strong considering the battle we had just enjoyed. Minutes later, the rain arrived and we did not see another fish the rest of the way. Still, getting a musky in the boat rates as a great day and we both had more than enough energy for the ride home. I'm sure we'll be hitting it again sometime soon and I'm positive we have a new convert to musky fishing. These fish have a way of getting in your blood.
We met up and hit the water early enough that it was still pretty chilly out. The adventure almost got off to a bad start when I nearly didn't get off the ramp with my car/trailer (minus the boat of course). Recent wet weather had really messed up the top of the short ramp with a deep ditch cut by runoff. Thankfully, after more suspense than I really care to have, the car eased on up, and I was able to start breathing again. Soon we were drifting and Dan was throwing big flies looking for the toothy critters.
The early part of the float was pretty slow. I suspected that we would start seeing fish after the first couple of miles. Slowly floating down, we enjoyed the nice day and the warmth of the sun that was not just making it more comfortable for us but hopefully was also warming the water to turn on the musky. We both started wanting a snack at about the same time so I pulled the boat over and we got out to stretch our legs on firm ground for a little while. I also got busy with the camera.
As soon as we started floating again, Dan had 3 strikes in a row off of the same bank. We never did get a good look at the fish but were glad to see the action picking up. Continuing down, we got close to the section I wanted to really hit hard and I decided to take one more turn in the casting brace before getting Dan on the prime water below.
Just a few feet further down the river, I had cast up into a big back eddy and was retrieving the fly when a familiar shadow appeared behind the fly. I started speeding up the retrieve and the fish charged on, unmindful of the boat. Going into my figure 8 motion, the fish shot past, only to come charging back. Unfortunately I made a little more commotion than I should have with the fly rod in the water and the fish bolted at the last second. My buddy Dan was going crazy at this point. "Did you see how big that fish was?!?!? he asked. His eyes got even bigger when I told him that it was a small to average fish, probably around 3 feet long.
I kept casting a little bit longer but as we closed in on the prime water, I insisted that Dan get back in the front of the boat and it didn't take much urging on my part. He was ready now after seeing that fish chase. The wind was starting to pick up and the clouds were lowering as rain moved closer. It was now or never.
Dan was working a large pool, casting to logs and other structure. Finally he turned and started working the far bank when I heard "There he is!" Almost immediately the line came tight and the battle was joined. I started rowing after the fish and it was a strong one. Dan had the 8 weight bent over more than I believed was possible and the fish would not give up. Several runs later and some lucky oar work thrown in for good measure, we had the fish in the net. Dan was pumped, and I have to admit I was as well. These fish never get old!
We pulled over for the obligatory photos. Soon the fish swam off, still incredibly strong considering the battle we had just enjoyed. Minutes later, the rain arrived and we did not see another fish the rest of the way. Still, getting a musky in the boat rates as a great day and we both had more than enough energy for the ride home. I'm sure we'll be hitting it again sometime soon and I'm positive we have a new convert to musky fishing. These fish have a way of getting in your blood.
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