She had me there.  “That’s true”, I said, “but this guy seems way less douchey than most, and even though I’ve never met him, we do have mutual friends…I think the guy might be a cop or something, and judging by his blog I’m pretty sure he’s harmless.  The guy is always putting up pictures of big trout, which is more than I’ve been able to do this year.  But…..if you don’t want me to go, I’m sure Gunnar would be up for going steelhead fishing this weekend…and Gunnar did say something about a new strip club opening up, we’ll probably check it out on the way home…”

Fast forward to Sunday morning at Eddie’s house.  I really needed to break this trout fishing jinx.

I had left the decision as to where we were to go up to him, which is a very odd move for me.  But I’ve seen his posts, he fishes a lot, catches plenty of above average sized trout, so I’m willing to trust his judgement.  Besides, all of my best spots have been marginal or worse this year.  He said bring a life vest in case we use a canoe, I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but I brought one with to be sure.  I wasn’t even sure which state we would be headed towards, so I made sure all licenses were current in the five-state area, and I brought my passport just in case he had some crazy Nipigon mission in mind.  I was just hoping to get into some good trout fishing, and after a quick chat in his kitchen we had the canoe loaded up and were off.

We had a great talk on the way to his first spot, talking of places we’ve been, mutual people we know, that sort of stuff.  He’s been at the trout fishing thing for about six or seven years, and has a crazy exploratory nature. He writes a blog that I enjoy, a lot of you have probably seen it — Eddie Rivard Fly Fishing

Even when I used to fish a lot more than I do now I didn’t explore like he does.  It later occurred to me how much easier it is today to seek out new spots with all the info that can be gleaned off the internet.  It became pretty obvious early in our conversation that there were no trout spots I knew of that he hadn’t fished and probably caught an 18 incher out of.  He did make a comment about how he had not been able to figure out where “Area 51” was, even though there were power lines in a photo of me with a trout there.  “Area 51” is a Triple Secret Spot of mine that very few people know the exact location of, and I couldn’t remember even posting a picture where I named the spot, but it amused me to learn that I was not the only one that would spend hours on google Earth trying to figure out where someone’s fish picture was taken.

Our day ended up mostly being a series of what I would call “hit and run” spots—park, hit a couple of “money spots”, then back to the vehicle.  The first spot we tried had the water pretty high and muddy, not quite what I would call unfishable, but getting there.  I hooked up right away on a nice twenty-incher, which turned out to be a redhorse.  We never decided if it actually ate my streamer or just got snagged in its ample upper lip. No sign of trout, but it was cool to be fishing on water that while it may not be completely secret, it was totally off my radar.

We had a quick look at this unknown creek, Eddie couldn’t resist making a couple of casts right by the road

We bopped around and tried a few more spots, but Eddie eventually decided we would need to find some clear water.  And clear water we found.  We ended out our day on a pretty little creek with an abundant population of little trout, and even they proved to be too much for me.  Eddie assured me that he had tangled with some big fish in the creek before and I believe him—there were numerous undercuts and hidey-holes where a big trout could live, just waiting for the next fingerling trout to munch.

So the jinx continues.

I keep saying how good our local trout fishing was in the 90s.  If you weren’t around then, imagine this—The Rush is thick with fat browns, mid teen to low 20 inch fish were common.  The Upper Kinni had over 5,000 trout per mile, and the lower had great numbers of 10-16” browns, and it always seemed like there was a hatch.  And no kayakers floating over your fish. Even the Willow had a strong population of trout of all sizes, you could even expect dry fly action most evenings.  There was no internet, no Google Earth, no place to post your reports.  Maybe at the local fly shop, but that was about it.  When Eddie asked me if I had ever fished this spot or that spot, I always had to say no.  The fishing was so good on the home streams that there was no need to explore.  And every time I did go on a mission to the Eau Galle or the Trimbelle or some other similar spot I always had the same result—nice streams, there are fish to be caught, but it just didn’t make sense to drive by miles of the best trout water in the Eastern US to explore.

I keep saying that the streams will come back, and they will. But for now it appears that exploring is necessary. There are more good anglers, and less secrets.  In the 80s and 90s the vehicles I had were unpredictable at best, and more than once found me broken down somewhere.  Vehicles today are all good, I never see any beaters parked at the streams, or anywhere else for that matter.  A vehicle that is reliable and gets good gas mileage may be the best piece of trout equipment there is.  Match it up with high speed internet to access resources like Google, the USGS Streamflow Gauges, and DNR websites, there’s no good reason to not be able find somewhere to fish.  So I guess I better get busy and find me some good water to fish. I’ve got a milk run in mind, this weekend or maybe next.

And remember that even the best vehicle won’t do you any good if you run out of gas.

So Saturday morning found me and Savannah heading South on Hwy 52, hoping to put together a good day of troutin’.  Rain was threatening, but after studying the NWS radar I convinced myself that it would rain little, if at all while we were out.  Savannah has caught a bunch of trout before, but it has always been on bait.  I was hoping to take it up a level, and I had put together a small pocket box for her with a few Rapalas and Panther Martins.  The drive went quickly and any fears of the streams being blown out were for nothing as the water was clear, maybe too clear.

Savannah is a capable caster for a nine year old, but casting in a small stream is challenging, and accuracy is crucial.

  She did pretty good though, and hooked a nice fish in each of the first two spots we tried, but both came off right away.  How a fish can avoid getting caught when it bites a Rapala remains a mystery.  There were some small trout rising steadily in a couple of spots, and I was able get them to bite without too much difficulty on any small fly I showed them, but I really wanted the girl to get one.

I’ve not done much spin fishing for trout in the last 30 years, I did a lot when I was a kid, though.  I learned early on that when the Rapala/spinner bite is on, it can be ridiculous how easy it is to rack up a bunch of fish.  [Sidebar—At some point I realized that when the Rapala bite is on, the streamer bite is also on!] But when the trout are not on the Rapala program, you have to cover a lot of water for every bite.  This seemed to be the case today, and I’m sure the snow melt, while not causing the water to become muddy certainly cooled it off enough to stop the trout from being in a chasing mood.  We broke for lunch [cold pork chop for me, bagel with strawberry cream cheese for Savannah] and made a fresh attempt, this time heading upstream from the bridge.  I scored a few more on a Griffith’s gnat, and I hooked up a nice brown on Savannah’s Rapala out of a particularly narrow and snaggy run that she didn’t want to attempt casting at, and quickly handed the rod off to her.  It was about 13”, and seeing the fish renewed her interest in getting one on her own.

We decided to head back to a big corner hole we had tried in the morning, and she covered every inch of it with spinner and Rapala without a bite.  While she was doing this, the trout were rising steady at the top end, gorging themselves on some mayflies that were hatching.  I made a few casts with a dry while Savannah was changing lures, and hooked one on almost every cast.  Savannah has caught a few sunfish on flies, but we’re never tried it on trout.  It was obvious if she was going to catch a trout today it was going to be on a fly. So we repositioned ourselves at the top of the riffle, where a short cast would put the fly over many rising trout.

I told her that it was no use to try to learn how make a good and proper cast while there are trout rising almost under your rod tip.  “Just do what you can to get it out there”, I said, and that what she did.  The casting form was bad, a couple flies got snapped off, and many strikes were missed.  BUT—two trout were brought to hand, she made the cast, hooked the trout, and brought them in herself.  None were large, and they had probably spent their lives up until a few weeks ago in a DNR concrete raceway, but we didn’t dwell on that.

Here I had hoped she would catch a fish or two on spinning gear, instead she ended with a couple on flies!

November 23, 2015

From the offices of Specialty Products International, Latrobe, Pennsylvania

For Immediate Release:

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Our passion for fly fishing is like a flame that cannot be extinguished—in fact it grows larger each day, no matter the weather, no matter what is happening in our personal lives, there just isn’t anything as important to us as fly fishing. And since we are already established in the business world as masters of manufacturing and procuring unique, high quality goods, it is only natural that we expand our expertise into the world of fly fishing.
Our organization, Specialty Products International, has dedicated a considerable amount of research to this, and after many days of research, interviews, and focus groups we have settled on a product that is a long time in coming. Obviously, we are active in all the forms of social media—Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and countless message boards. One thing we have noticed is that there seems to be something that fly fishermen love more than getting pictures of their fish–it is getting pictures of themselves with the cork grip of their rod clenched firmly in their mouth, and if there’s a fish in the picture, so much the better.

It’s almost like the desire to get that cork in their mouth is why they wanted to catch the fish in the first place—you know who we’re talking about, we’ve all seen the pictures. You’ve probably even thought about getting a picture like this of yourself, heck you probably done it a time or two! Well now there’s a product to make the process better, and believe us when we say that even if you have been reluctant to put cork in your mouth before, this is sure to swing you to our side.

Allow us to introduce “Cork-Soak”, a product designed to make the already enjoyable process of having cork in your mouth even better. Cork-Soak is a flavored mist, made with the finest organic ingredients in a myriad flavors, and we firmly believe it makes having that cork in your mouth even more satisfying. Flavors include Spearmint, Cool-Ice, and Wild Berry. 

We also have a new flavor in development called “Flipster” specifically designed for the fly fishing hipster. It is a lively blend of hops, coffee, tobacco and corn. All varieties are fortified with Retsyn, for longer lasting flavor.

We noticed some anglers on line that have posted dozens of fish pics, yet they had their rods tucked out of the way for all the pictures. When asked why, one of the most common reasons was that some cork just didn’t taste all that good. Saltwater anglers in particular complained that their cork often tasted of salt and sweat.  With Cork-Soak, there’s no reason not to get on the bandwagon.
Now, when you’ve got that cork in your mouth you’ll really have something to grin about.

We know you want to show off your new rod and reel, so clench your mouth around that cork and give us a big grin. Don’t be one of those posers with your rod balanced on your shoulder for a picture—not only does it look super gay but you could drop your sweet rod and reel in the river, and then no one will believe you actually caught a fish on a fly. It doesn’t matter if your cork grip is half-wells, full wells, heck it could even be Dawn Wells for that matter, a couple of quick pumps of Cork-Soak will make it better.

Even if you cant catch a fish, don’t let that stop you from enjoying Cork-Soak
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Initially we are going to offer Cork-Soak in convenient 4 oz. bottles-just right for the vest or pack. If this doesn’t sound like enough, don’t worry–guides, Spey rod enthusiasts, and others who may go through a 4 ounce bottle in a weekend, we will have Pro-Pack 20 oz. bottles very soon.

That’s almost a foot of cork!  He’s a candidate for the Pro-Pack!

We didn’t forget your favorite four-legged fishing partner, we will be offering Cork-Soak in Snausages flavor as well

This angler had a choice between a mouthful of beaver and a mouthful of cork.  We think he chose wisely.

The link for our fundraising campaign is here http://imgur.com/gallery/wb00gXP/new

Thanks for your consideration, and be sure to email us your best Cork-Soak photos!

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 So there you have it…based on what I see on message boards, this is a million dollar idea!

Like most parents, I want my kids to like what I like, and if I bribe them to play along, does that make me a bad parent?  If so, better get CPS on the phone, because a day of fishing with dad is likely to end with a stop for ice cream.  But a camping trip was going to need an extra special level of bribery.

As it turns out, Savannah did go on a camping trip with me two summers ago.  It was touch and go for a while when a seriously bad storm rolled through our campsite on the shores of a remote lake.  It really was bad, but we made it through it OK, just a little soggy.  Savannah still gets nervous thinking about that storm.  On our way home, we stopped in Royalton at one of Minnesota’s best known tourist traps and I let her pick something off their crowded shelves of treasures.

We drive by this store every time we go to Grandma’s house, and Savannah will generally remind Skylar of how she got to stop there, how great it was inside there, and don’t you wish you could go there.  So my bait to get them to go camping included a stop at Treasure City.  It so happens that there is a nice campground on the river right there, so plans were made, and on a fine July morning we pulled into the Sportsman’s Club Campground.

Since this was midweek, I wasn’t too surprised to find a lot of empty campsites, so we chose a site right on the river near the boat launch.  A nice breeze coming off the river assured the mosquitos would stay away, and we had our tent set up in ten minutes.

My camping gear consists of a tent, sleeping bag, a lantern, a folding chair, and an axe, so I’m faring a little better than the folks on “Naked and Afraid”.  I don’t have any camp cooking stuff, most of what cook in camp involves either aluminum foil or a stick.  Hot dogs are far from being a favorite food, but I like to keep it simple, less time cooking = less time cleaning = more time doing other stuff, like fishing or relaxing around a campfire.

So camp is set, boat is launched, and we’re now heading upriver.  This is a section of the Mississippi I had only been on once before, my memory of it was good fishing, but shallow and pretty treacherous for a prop boat.  The other time I was here I ended up having to walk the boat up through a particularly shallow stretch around some islands, and after studying the area on Google Earth I decided that a different channel would allow for easier passage.  Wrong.  I have often been in the predicament of trying to get through too-shallow water, when faced with this I will have my boat partner get all the way up to the bow—this will raise the transom up, giving a little more clearance.  On this trip my boat partners weigh about a hundred pounds between them, so not much help there.  Ended up having to walk the boat up though about 100 yards of knee deep water again, and dinged my prop a few times when I was trying to push my luck.  They did offer words of encouragement as I muled the Jon boat up through the shallow riffle.                   

Besides catching smallmouth, we have one other activity:  this section of the Mississippi is one of a few places on the entire earth where a special kind of stone called a “staurolite” is found.  These are also called “Fairy Stones” or “Fairy Crosses” and you can bet I talked these up to the girls who are all about anything that has to do with fairies.  A perfect fairy stone [I’ve only seen pictures of a perfect one] looks somewhat like a Maltese cross. It’s no secret where to find these stones, and as we approached the area I had learned about I could see there were several people in the area, stooped over and intently studying the gravel.  I’m no geologist, but I couldn’t imagine why the stones would only be found on one side of the river, and since we had a boat we went straight across from the publicized spot.  We found plenty of stones, but I think that finding a fairy stone that looks anything like an actual cross is pretty rare. Our best fairy stones are pretty boring looking at a glance, but it is interesting how they have a diamond cross-section. We also found some nice mica pieces. 

Once our rock hunt was over it was time to fish.  We alternated between drifting and anchoring, and while the fishing wasn’t red hot, the girls each got a few fish.  I had come up with a points system where various fish captured would equal dollars to spend at Treasure City.  This did cause argument over who got to watch the night crawler rod while anchored, as the crawler was likely to produce fish other than smallmouth.  We spent an hour anchored at one spot where smallies were aggressively feeding on damselflies.  I have seen this a few times before on my home water, and usually have a few damsel fly patterns on board just in case.  I took them out last week while consolidating fly boxes, so we just went through the tackle box, trying this and that.  The biggest smallmouth ate a crawler, but most memorable was one Skylar caught on a crankbait she picked out of her tackle box.  It was the first time she caught a bass on a lure where she made the cast and set the hook herself, and it while it wasn’t very big, I’ve never been more proud.

As the sun got a little lower, the action picked up, but the girls were a little spent.  I fished some likely looking shorelines myself and put on a mini-clinic on how to catch smallies on soft plastics—caught about 5 fish and missed a few others before we had drifted back to camp.

When we got back to the ramp we met a gal who was about 3 weeks into a Lake Itasca to the Gulf of Mexico kayak trip.  She had the world’s smallest tent, but seemed to have everything she needed, including a pink flamingo for a mascot.  She looked just like someone I had met a few years ago doing the same thing, but when asked she replied “No one would do this twice!” A solar panel on the kayak kept her computer and phone charged.  The strange thing to me was that she is from California, and I didn’t get the vibe she had even been to Minnesota before.

Here she is just before I gave her a shove and on her way down stream

Our dinner that night was Easy Mac [turned out horrible, turns out you need a microwave for this kind of mac and cheese] and hot dogs.  I had foil and butter with in case a walleye or pike was foolish enough to end up in the boat, but our species this day included smallmouth bass, channel catfish, and redhorse sucker.  Skylar still can’t quite figure out why we eat some kinds of fish but not others.  After our nutritious dinner it was time for a Minnesota campfire classic– s’mores—I even ate one.  Finally the fire died down and it was time to turn in.  We soon found that a huge emergence of stoneflies was going on, and they were EVERYWHERE, including in the tent.  All of my explanations of how harmless they were fell on deaf ears, and the girls would not rest until all had met their demise by flip flop.  After my stories of sasquatches in these parts on the way up, it was decided that the safest place in the tent in the event of an attack would be in the middle.  Savannah [of course] claimed this spot for herself, and the girls watched a movie on their DVD player.  The night was uneventful, no sasquatches, no yetis, not even a woodchuck.

The following morning was the kind of morning we all hope for—a bit cool, but sunny and glorious in all ways.  The girls were delighted that I had hot chocolate fixins, so I made a batch and got the fire going again.  To keep the nutrition and chocolate theme going they had Cocoa Puffs for breakfast.  I made them wash the few dishes we had while I broke camp, and then it was time to get back on the water.  I backed the boat down to the ramp to let some water drain out, and a guy who was part of a party that had just launched a driftboat commented on how much water was coming out of my boat.  “Well this boat has seen a lot of use and yeah, it has a slow leak, and because of how I had it parked last night the water didn’t drain out yadda yadda…and it’s only a couple gallons yadda yadda…” was my response.  So I launch and tie up to the dock.  Then I notice that the driftboat that the three guys had just launched was about half full of water.  I pointed this out to the guy who had been so nice to point out how much water came out of my boat, and suggested he put the plug in.  Well it wasn’t his boat, it belonged to one of the guys doing the shuttle, and he didn’t know where the plug was, and the yeti cooler on the dock wasn’t going to be much help for bailing.  I had a spare drain plug, figured out where it went and grabbed a couple of buckets and we had it mostly bailed out in a few minutes.

By now, my girls were on the dock watching the show.  We all got aboard, shoved off and wished the guy good luck.  We headed off upriver to where we had caught fish the day before.  It was mostly a repeat of the day before, no crazy fast action, but enough to keep everyone interested.  They had a double header on at one point, the smallie Savannah had on was the biggest of the trip but it got away just as it got to the boat.  Skylar caught one that ate an errant cast that landed 5 five feet from the transom while we were anchored in pretty swift current.

Note the custom pink worm Beetle Spin thing we put together that it ate

I even broke out the fly rod and managed to get one on a craw pattern.

We were in the home stretch, maybe a half mile from the ramp.  The water was pretty clear, and I could see the bottom pretty well in five feet of water.  When the conditions are like this I enjoy drifting along, spotting different fish.  I was seeing a lot of fish that at first I thought were big redhorse, but I soon realized they were mostly catfish, and big ones at that.  There must have been 50 in one short section, most looked to be 5 to 10 lbs.  We were out of bait by this time, or we would have anchored up and exercised a few kitties.  Next time.

Back at the ramp I pulled the boat up on the gravel and told the girls they should make some casts just below the access, as I had spotted a couple smallies there the day before.  When I got to my vehicle, my buckets and drain plug were waiting for me, along with ten bucks—that was a nice gesture.  I pulled the boat out, and after I had it strapped down I went to check on the girls.  They were still casting, but hadn’t quite made it to the best spot, an area where there was a nice rock pile about 30 feet from shore.  I had a great vantage from up on the high bank, and when I walked just a bit downstream, sure enough, there was a nice smallie patrolling the rocks, on the hunt for a well-placed Beetle Spin.  I was just about to call the girls to the area when I spotted another fish out there—a muskie!  Looked to be in the low 30” range, and would be sure provide a large amount of excitement if it was at the end of a little girl’s line.  I had them take turns casting at it, they tried a Rapala and a wacky worm, but no luck, that muskie was having none of it and left for calmer waters.  Then Skylar had a smallie nose right up to her wacky worm, I said “leave it…leave it…now give it a little twitch!” and she proceeded to jerk it about 4 feet, and Mr. Smallmouth went the same direction the muskie went.

You can’t see it, but there is a muskie 30 feet in front of Skylar

So now we were left with only one more thing to do—the promised stop at Treasure City.  With all their fish they had each accrued $12 to spend, and they managed to spend most of it on knick-knacks.  If you’ve never been there, it really does deserve a stop, the amount of crap they have crammed in there is impressive. Less than two hours later we were home again, already making plans for next year.

I’m not 100% sure what has caused to uptick in the interest in chasing muskies with the fly rod [those guys in Northern Wisconsin run a great program and probably have A LOT to do with it].  But despite what social media postings may lead you to believe [hardly a day will pass this summer without a fly-caught muskie showing up on Facebook], catching a muskie on a fly is still one of the biggest challenges to fly rodders. No matter where you decide to flail, a typical day of fly casting for muskies involves many hours of flogging the waters with the heaviest fly rod you own, casting a fly the size of a squirrel.  At some point during the day a muskie will eat your fly, at which point you will probably be so surprised that you will either not react at all, or worse yet, raise your rod tip in a trout-style hook set.  Both of these are likely to result in bad words and no pictures.  Spending time on high percentage waters, like the fine rivers of northern Wisconsin will up the odds that you will get multiple shots per outing.

But did you know that there are high percentage waters right here in the Twin Cities?  It’s true, there are over a dozen lakes right here in the Metro that have strong, fishable populations of muskies. Lakes like Independence, Eagle, White Bear, Forest—these all have muskies— with good numbers AND size.  Every one of these lakes has produced many fish over 50 inches, and these fisheries compare favorably with any other muskie water anywhere.

Here  is a typical metro area muskie, this one ate a popper

There is lots more to muskie fishing than just catching fish, and if you are thinking of planning a muskie trip to the North Woods you should do so.  To smell the pines and the fresh air, to hear the loons but not the cars, to take in a North Country Sunset, these are all things you should do at least once a year.

But if you want to get a primer or a refresher course on muskie fishing, perhaps you want to see if you are up the many hours of flogging with the big rod, maybe you want to get tuned up for your big trip, here is what I am offering:  From now through ice up, muskies are available to flyrodders on several of my favorite lakes, and you and a friend can get in on the action for only $250!  This is a weeknight venture, I will meet you and your partner [you can fish alone, too] at a local lake at 5:00 and we will fish until dark.  All tackle will be provided, you just need to show up with a can-do attitude, and let me put you on the fish.  I have my favorite lakes, where we will fish will depend on conditions and where you are coming from.  It is likely that the boat launch will be 30 minutes or less from where you live or work.

I didn’t say it would be easy, but it is totally doable, and it is likely that we’ll have some good chances at muskies, and probably catch a few bass and pike along the way.  You’ll learn the water, learn the techniques, and be in great shape for your next adventure.

While I am promoting this primarily to fly rodders, anglers with all types of gear are welcome.  If you want to fly fish but want to split the trip with someone using gear, that’s just fine.  [Don’t worry, the guy with the fly rod will always get the front of the boat!]

Here is me with a bigger than average one from a favorite lake.  I didn’t measure it, let’s call it 49 3/4″.  You can see the tail of the fly in its mouth.

This is the fly I caught it on, I tied it in 5 minutes before I left to go fishing

These are more typical of what I use, not too big, but they move plenty of water.  Easy to cast on a 10 weight and the fish like to eat them !

MUSKIE FISHING WITH A FLY “TOP TEN LIST”

1.Fish water with a good population of fish

2.Fish when the conditions are right–wind is bad-bad for casting, boat control, and line management. Low light periods are key, especially during summer.  My perfect muskie fishing day would be light wind, overcast, maybe a little light rain.

3.Have the right equipment, a 10 weight rod [or heavier] with a line to match.

4.Use a short, heavy leader with wire bite tippet.

5.Strip the fly to within a few feet of your rod tip EVERY cast, watching for following fish.

6.Be an efficient caster [can you make a 50′ cast with one back cast?]

7.Use a big fly with a big sharp hook [at least a 4/0 or 5/0].  But don’t over do it–if your fly is too big, casting stops being fun

8.When a fish eats your fly, set the hook with a “strip set”.

9.Have good boat control.

10.Have realistic expectations–casting all day for one or two “eats” is standard.

Somewhere along the way it appears that the smoky apartment has been replaced by a nice house, a wife and two kids have appeared, and the never ending 12 packs of cheap beer has been replaced by a couple of Summits.  And while I still tie flies out of necessity, my nights of “recreational tying” are mostly a thing of the past.  I now have a designated fly tying room, which makes it possible to get tying right away when the mood strikes.

Despite the thousands of flies I have tied, I still don’t consider myself to be a great tyer.  If you need some durable, effective flies tied up in a hurry, then I’m your man. If you looking for a dozen that look just like the ones in the catalogs and on-line websites, please look elsewhere. I figured out at an early age that a simple scruffy fly will work just as well, and maybe better than an ultra-realistic fly, tied with jointed legs, antenna, eyes, genitalia, DNA sequencing, etc.   Case in point—I was about 10 or 11, I’ve caught a whole lotta trout by this time in my life, but all on worms, a few on Mepps.  My interest in catching a trout on a fly was strong though, and my grandpa would often rig up my Herter’s fly rod for me to flail away at rising trout with.  One day I was working up a good froth at the bottom end of our favorite worm dunking hole, and much to everyone’s amazement, I ended up with a good sized trout on the line. The fly that I was using was one my grandpa called the “Black Nothing”, probably because it was just black fur on a hook.  After the capture, he cleaned the trout streamside and showed me that it had several black beetles in its stomach.  “That’s why it ate your black fly” he said, “it thought it was another one of these beetles”.  Alright, black fur on a hook = beetle.  Got it.  I had simplified matching the hatch and flyting before it ever had a chance to get complicated on me.

So, combine that with my natural lack of artistic ability, and you’ve got a guy that is going to tie a fly that is good enough catch fish, but no better.  In an hour, I can get well over a dozen of my scruffy specials done.  On the other hand, someone who might be considered a “great” tyer, would probably be able to get half that many done.  They would likely be perfect ties, but would they catch any more fish than the stuff I tie and fish with?

My friend JD “Redfern” LeCompte contacted me from his California ranch recently, letting me know he had an abundance of peacock feathers he had gleaned from their semi-tame flock, wondered if I could use them for fly tying.  He sent a couple of pics of the plumage he had gathered, much of it was pretty standard tying stuff– eyed plumes and some swords, stuff that is easy to come by. But some of the feathers were stuff I had never seen before, and I wasn’t sure how I could use them.  A week or so later I had an envelope in my mailbox that was overflowing with peacock.  I was determined to set aside a night for “recreational tying”.

Once you start tying flies, you start looking at the world a little differently.  As in “What could I tie with that?” every time you see a rug, a pet, a sweater, or fresh roadkill.  An old girlfriend once forbid me to put a skunk tail in the trunk of her car [it only smelled a little—and the hair was really nice and long!], and I still have the tail of an albino squirrel that was dead in the middle of the road in downtown Farmington, Minnesota.  Joe Vasquez was with me, we were running late for work on a Sunday after a morning mission to Hay Creek.  When I first saw it on the centerline, I figured it was a cat, but as I passed it, nope, that’s a white squirrel—must have!  I did a quick U-turn, pulled over and hacked the tail off with a dull knife.  We still made it the Orvis store Downtown by 11.  That tail is still in my collection.

In the package of peacock, there were some great looking body feathers that I suspected would be choice for tying “Spey” style flies.  Spey flies are a traditional style of fly that still have a dedicated following.  I’ve never tied very many, and I’ve certainly never fished with them, but they are very attractive. I was able to pull off a few “Spey” or “Spider” patterns that probably won’t see any time on the water, but will look really cool in one of my fly boxes dedicated to such things.

Peacock herl is very useful for tying trout and steelhead nymphs, and this stuff in the package was top notch.   A few nymphs and a bugger for good measure will all go into a working box.

A popular “attractor” pattern here in the Midwest is the “Pass Lake”.  It’s sort of a streamer/wet fly that doesn’t really look like anything, but on some days the trout can’t get enough of it.  They are traditionally tied with black chenille for the body, but choice peacock herl works as good or better.  The wing is supposed to be calf tail, these have the wing crafted of the aforementioned albino squirrel tail.  I have always tied them with a red head.It’s fun to stray from my usual tying–only tying stuff I need.  Maybe if I did this a little more I could actually become a good fly tyer.

I got a half dozen or so on it, and it definitely out produced a couple of different craw patterns I tried. I was using an eight weight rod with a sink tip line, and a short heavy leader with a 10 lb. tippet.  When using a sink tip line on The River, realize and keep in mind that you are not trying to catch fish that are on the bank.  And I think it is safe to say that if you have busted out the sink tip,  that you have already been beating the bank without much success.  When fishing a popper or diver, yeah you want it right up there, but when using a subsurface fly, especially with a sink tip, do what you can to keep the fly in a deeper zone.  When using a sink tip, my boat is often in about five feet of water, and I cast up to about two or three feet. Trying to land your weighted fly on the bank will result in many, many snags. You will lose flies no matter what, but pay attention, and try to visualize where your fly is at all times to minimize snags and down time spent re-rigging.  Not the most fun way to fish, but when the bite is slow this can always be counted on to produce. Not just smallies, either—walleyes, channel cats, pike and carp are all willing players as well.

Here’s a video of a couple of the fish from the other day https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykPQ35cNamM&feature=youtu.be

I have since added to my fleet and I do have a bigger boat in addition to my jon boat.  These days the big boat gets the most time on the water.  And the fact that for three summers in a row we have come into smallmouth season with crazy high water on the Mississippi hasn’t helped.  It brought me great pleasure to roll the Green Monster out of the garage the other day, but at the same time saddened me at how much dust had settled on the rods that live in there and the motor since it was parked last fall.  I moved the boat out into the yard, hooked the hose up to the lower unit on  the trusty 30 Yamaha, and hoped for similar results to every other time I went to start this motor.  I was not disappointed as it fired on the third pull.  I let it run for a few minutes while I rigged rods for the next day’s fun and games.

I have guide trips starting this week, and while I have fished on the Mississippi enough to know where the fish are likely to be depending upon the season and water flow, it is always nice to get a feel for the river.  With all of the family outings and tournaments this year, I hadn’t had much “fun fishing” this year.  It wasn’t until I was about halfway to the access that it sunk in that within 30 minutes I would be on one of my favorite bodies of water to fish.  Big Grin!

The River was still flowing high, but was at a manageable level, and soon I was buzzing upstream.  I decided to start on a favorite bank that is favorable in high water—the current is a bit lighter here, but there is lots of nice cover for the brown bass to wait in ambush.

I’m considered weird by many for a variety of reasons.  One of which is that while I’m known for being an avid fly rod angler, and there is no way I would rather catch smallies [or most other fish for that matter], I will be the first one to grab a spinning or casting rod when conditions aren’t just right for flycasting.  The world of fishing is divided pretty strongly on this—either you fly fish, or you don’t.  It turns out that I also really like pitching a jig and craw around fallen trees, I also like twitching soft plastic jerkbaits in more open water.  I’ll even cast spinnerbaits and crankbaits [sidebar–there is no better way to catch river smallies than on crankbaits] but fishing “chunk and reel” baits like these does get a little boring.  I believe that my rod count on Sunday had 6 baitcasting rods, two fly rods, and one spinning rod with.  I know that I used them all for at least a few casts.  Remember—flycasting is my favorite, and I’m pretty good with the long rod.  But when I’m out alone, controlling the boat in the wind and current, well sometimes flycasting stops being fun.

Pitching a jig and craw to fallen trees, in stream rocks and current seams requires a different skill set than other types of fishing, it takes some elements of largemouth bass fishing [pitching jigs to cover with accuracy] and combines them with drift fishing for steelhead [keeping track of your lure in the current, detecting bites].  You also must deliver a rock and roll hookset, which I also enjoy.  It can be fun to come up with a shout-out for every time you set the hook… like “BOOYAH!” or “SHOW ME THE MONEY” or maybe a Serena Williams style grunt.

Anyway, even though I got to the river at the crack of 11, the fishing was still pretty decent, probably landed about ten, mostly on jig/craw, a couple on flies, couple on a soft plastic jerkbait, and the rest on a crankbait.  I left plenty for my customers later this week.

I compiled some video clips into a short “best of” movie, check it out here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwbRbltK2b4

The big fish of the day got away, and for unknown technical reasons the ones I caught on a fly rod didn’t get saved to video, but it still turned out pretty good.  As the water gets a little lower, the fly action will just get better and better.

With all my years on the streams, you can be sure I have built up a few secret spots.  One such secret spot is where I pointed my truck on Sunday.  This stream is known for marginal water quality, and plenty of non-trout species, but at least it is not on most anglers’ radar.  I have fished this stream on and off for many years, and know the subtle nuances of its waters. On the popular “name-brand” streams around here, [you know, the ones that start with “R” or “K”] every likely spot probably has a dozen or more fish in it, and it is easy to find a lot of fish.  But this creek is a place where you had better plan on covering a lot of water, as there just isn’t a high trout population here.  If you like to fish light rods, small flies, or only cast to rising trout, well there’s a reason not many people fish here.  I use a 5 or six weight, and plan on fishing beefy nymphs or oversize streamers.

As usual, I was greeted by a cacophony of songbirds when I got to the parking spot, but no other anglers.  I headed up the trail for a bit, and dropped in to an old favorite spot. 

There was a nice caddis hatch coming off, but the only thing eating them were American Redstarts and other warblers.  No fish hooked at my first spot, or the next.  The third spot I dropped into is one of the best on the creek, but after 30 or 40 drifts without a fish, I was starting to think this would be a day best suited for taking pictures.  Then it happened–BAM! My indicator when down and a fat foot long trout came flying out of the water.  Two cast later I had his twin hooked up.

And so the day went, lots of spots gave up no trout, but I covered enough water to end up with a decent box score.

Quite of few of these:

I couldn’t believe how many of these were along the path

And I even caught a few of these

Could resist this shot when I took the high trail back up the river valley

None of the fish I brought to hand were particularly large, although I did lose one that made me say a bad word when it came off after I saw how big it was!   I’ve had days when far more and much larger trout were caught, but this was just a great day on the water–I only had to share it with the songbirds and a mink!  I might make it out for trout once more this year, but this is when my attention starts shifting to the lakes and larger rivers for bass and muskies.