Friday, June 28, 2013

Spring into Summer


Spring Into Summer
 
A lot has been happening over the last several months.

The 17 year cicada, Brood II, has been hatching in the south, and I’ve chased after smallmouth on the James River in Virginia and Carp on Belews Lake in North Carolina with large Cicada Patterns.
 
We floated the James from Lynchburg down about eight miles to the next state boat ramp which is located above Joshua Falls. The James was rolling high and mighty on my first trip and not too many fish were boated, but by the next week the level was down to a more normal flow and many smallies were taken including a 20” brute.  Although this smallie took a Gurgler, I noticed that it had a cicada in its gullet, and perhaps we should have stuck with that pattern.
 
 
 
 
 
Then I got a call to go carping! I was a little skeptical, but met a couple of internet “friends” at the boat ramp during some sketchy weather brought to us by a tropical depression. We motored around the lake shoreline looking for cruising carp, most were Grass Carp, but we also had a number of shots at Common Carp, the more aggressive of the two species. Luck over skill brought this 34” beast to the next and gave me a new appreciation to perhaps the largest fresh-water species that can be caught on a fly rod. The second crap trip was filled with frustration as a number of fish were missed but at the end of the day everybody had boated some fish and I also caught two catfish on the surface as they too were looking for the Cicadas.





 
 

The TVA has been dropping the lake levels to normal summer pool from the excess highs that the strong spring storms brought to the southeast, finally giving us a few wading opportunities on the South Holston River. The Sulfur hatches, E. Invaria , have been magnificent, and the trouts, while not always easy, have been gorging themselves on natures bounty. The rainbows were plumped up with their bellies filled to the gills.  Many anglers had the same idea and hit the river during the low water wading opportunities. The crowed conditions forced me into unfamiliar waters, but I managed to find fish in areas that I hadn’t caught fish before. The conditions changed throughout the day and many different patterns were used as the nature of the hatch changed with the pulse of the dam’s generation.






 
Next up was a visit to a friend’s place in the NC high country were we hit the small headwater creeks for some rainbows and browns in a remote and beautiful setting.  These trout were eager to hit large hopper and stimulator patterns and were fun to catch as they hit the fly with lightning speed and required quick reflexes to hook.









 

Now we’re headed into July and the dog days of summer, will my local streams be fishable soon? Or will the daily thunder storms keep them high and muddy, with the TVA and Corps of Engineers running water to keep the lakes below full pond.  This might be the summer of the small creeks, or perhaps more carping and smallmouth action. I’m not sure what opportunity will pop up next, but I’ll be ready.
 
As always, check out the BRFFF http://www.brfff.com/forum/ for full Woolly Bugger Trip Reports, and much, much, more! 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Floating on the S. Holston


We’ve been blessed with a wet winter, lots of rain has fallen and the lakes are filling up ahead of schedule. The TVA has been running generation 24/7 on the Watauga and South Holston Dams since the middle of January and are now sluicing additional water on the South Holston in order to get the lake level back down to the flood plan. It looks like it may be the middle of March, if we don’t get hammered with additional rainfall, before they return to a normal generation schedule which allows for wade fishing on the river. There is no telling how this will affect this year’s class of fish, other flow events earlier may have had a negative impact on the redds, exposing some of them when they cut the water off for some maintenance issues. 
 
 

The only way to fish the river now is by drift boat, and when my friend Kyle called up offering a seat in the boat, I jumped at the opportunity.  Fly shops and guides reported success on nymphs and eggs, but we were determined to toss some meat with the hopes of landing a few big fish.



 

When I arrived at the boat ramp, it looked like every other fisherman with a boat had the same idea. I don’t recall ever seeing so many drift boats on any other river. The flow was over 2800 cfs, which is ripping on this river. We tossed big streamers to the bank and had a few hits, but no hookups. After a while we joined the crowd and nymphed for a while with decent numbers coming  to hand. 

 

Anchored up in one eddy, the boat began to float, and we realized that, when we dropped anchor, we really dropped it. Somehow it came off the locking D-ring. Knox, after measuring the depth, jumped in and saved the day by working the 30 lb anchor into shallower water and rolling it into the net as I held the boat in position by grabbing onto a beaver  gnawed  stump.


 

We moved some good fish on the streamers, but only brought average fish to the boat. The day ended up all too quickly. It was good to be out on the water with good friends, a day well spent.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Big Browns Dine at Dusk!

This is something that I read a long time ago, and that phrase has stuck with me. Over the years it has become a mantra or sorts. For me a few other things have to come together in order to catch the big browns that inhabit our local streams and rivers. High, stained water welcome, as are cloudy overcast days and it really doesn't hurt if it is raining too.

The other week all of these conditions fell into place and I headed off to the rive with the intentions of going after the big boys at dusk. I've been tying up some of Kelly Gallop's famous patterns such as the articulated Peanut Envy. Full of marabou and flash these flies are fish magnets. The sun was setting at I waded way on down the river to a remote and fairly inaccessible run, swung the fly through the head a few times, across and down and then, almost as an afterthought, one more cast up to side of the head into a little eddy. As soon as the fly hit the water it was grabbed hard and the fight was on. 12 lb mono made for fairly quick work, but as I brought the fish in close to hand I realized that my trout net was way too small to capture this fish, so I tailed it to take some quick photos. Check out http://www.brfff.com/forum for the full story and more photos.


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

So Ho Saturday

Back to the SoHo.


 

I was out the door at 5 and made good time on the 150 mile trip stopping only for coffee and gas.


 

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The river was shrouded in early morning fog and you couldn't see 100 yards.


 

Second cast and I'm into a big brown, I can see it in the eddy. I must be at least 20 inches long. I don't know if I was unprepared or still had cobwebs, but I don't think I got a good hook set on this one and it didn't stay on the line for long. Many smaller fish came to the net and it was turning out to be a good day even if it was spitting rain. The temperature was cool and I don't think it got out of the low 60's in the morning. I didn't pack a rain jacket, my son had borrowed it for Camp Raven (Rainin') Knob and he hadn't finished unpacking.


 

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The rain began to come down harder and I was getting soaked, but the fish were still biting and it wasn't that cold. I was working my favorite run and I hooked into a whale, I set the hook as hard as I dared with 6x and watched in utter amazing as a huge rainbow blasted into sub orbit leaping clear over the raging current. I got an excellent broadside view of the entire fish, with its vibrant red stripe highlighting its length not 15 feet across from where I stood in the shallows. I would have to say that this fish would measure 30 inches. There I said it! Thirty inches and I stand by it. I've looked a a yard stick at home and am confident in my estimate. The only other way I can describe this fish is to say that it was well over 2 feet long! Unfortunately that's the end of this story. The fish unbuttoned as it turned downstream and the hooked pulled free. I cursed. I cursed the fish, I cursed the rain, but I kept on fishing. A short time later I had a big brown on the line, I fought it up and down the current and I was confident that I would soon have it in my net. It ran back across to my side of the river towards the sunken tree. I was sure that I held the fish above it. But it had different ideas and submerged under the trunk and broke off.


 

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At this point the rain really started to bother me, I surly would have kept on fishing if I had a rain jacket. I was almost shivering, the rain was running down my back, my vest was thoroughly soaked and I called it quits.


 

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I headed for Webb's and stopped in for the Sunday buffet lunch, an enormous spread of potato and macaroni salads, coleslaw, corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, meat loaf, backed chicken, roast pork, and much much more, not to mention blackberry cobbler, banana pudding, and several cakes too.

It was still raining after 'lunch' so I headed over to the Wal-mart and picked up a cheap rain jacket and then went to fish the Watauga for the afternoon as the generation on the SoHo would soon drive everybody off the river.


 

I worked a run hard and only caught 4 or 5 smaller rainbows, guess I wasn't use to fishing the Watauga, I moved on down to Sycamore Shoals and gave that a try. I was surprised to see that they were growing tobacco as part of the historical museum. I wonder how politically correct that will be in a few years.


 

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Caught a few browns and rainbows at the Shoals and then I started thinking about having a homebrew. There wasn't a good place nearby to sit and relax, so I hauled down the road to the Beaverdam hoping that there would be a hatch and I could cast to rising fish.


 


 

The river was up and stained from the rain. I couldn't find fish in the runs and pocket water and the wading was tough. I realized that I had left my wading staff in the trunk. I needed it to negotiate the slippery rocks. I finally hooked a little bow right up against the rocky bank. Then I took a nice fall, both knees hit the rocks as I tried to protect the bamboo by allowing my forearms to break my fall. Sharp pain radiating from both knees kept my from getting up and the water just flowed down my shirt.


 

I finally picked myself up and sat down on the bank and ended the day drinking a "Watauga Wit" homebrew.


 

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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Starting out a new blog in 2008

Not much fishing in 2008 so far, I've actually done more fishing in catalogs and books than on the stream this year. I hope that will change soon as I expect work to slack off by the end of February.

I’m not sure why Fly Fishing catalogs come on in January, is it the start of the year? Or perhaps their target is winter bound fishermen. I get the usual ones, LL Bean, Orvis, Hook & Hackle, Madison River, Kauffman’s and The Fly Shop. This year the Fly Shop catalog spoke to me. Not only was it filled with all the latest gear and gadgets, but also contained trip planning information to exotic destinations as well as guiding on the local Northern California streams.

I started spending money as quick as I could turn the pages and I thought of how confusing and expensive this sport must appear to the neophyte. With Z-axis, BIIX and Zero Gravity rod, it’s as the fly fishing industry has somehow defied the laws of nature. Reel like the Able Super Series with abstract fish graphics anodized onto the reel. And the trips! My god, forget about Alaska, we’re talking Kamchatka, New Zeeland and Argentina! Four, five, six and seven thousand dollar trips! Trips of a lifetime or a lifetime of trips. Zingers, nets, nippers, waders, vests and boots, hats, sunglasses, rods and reels, fly line, leader and tippet, not to mention fly boxes and flies. The fly shop catalog has 23 pages of flies!!!

So far in one afternoon I’ve spent over $35, 000. Of course I didn’t really even spend a dime, because I have acquired all the stuff I need over the years and don’t feel the need to upgrade to the latest graphite technology. Maybe that’s a nice way of saying I’m becoming an old fart, who fishes with antique bamboo rods and a vest that is falling apart at the seams and a pair of waders that are so old that when I sent them back for new booties, they tried to talk me out of spending the money of them because “there come a time in a product’s life where in ends!”, yeah, and I said well it ain’t now, just put the new booties on them and I’ll wear them for another 10 years.