Saturday, December 25, 2010

A Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all you Bloggers

Being New to the blog world I thought I would wish you all a Happy Holiday season and look forward to 2011 to being another productive year. Here is a few pictures of my pass journys fishing. Hope you enjoy

 I've been told I am crazy for some of the water I have been known to fish. The Maitland was rocking this fall day.
 This Laker decided it was a river run fish caught it on the Maitland in  the Fall of 2000

 Here are a couple of Soo Rapids Atlantics caught the summer of 2006. It was so amazing catching big fish like this on a caddis nymph size16 hook.
My nephew who lives in Germany came hone for a visit and had to get him out on a drift on the Saugeen for some Muskie. Here never caught any but we did see 3 this day follow our flies to the boat. 
This 4lb bass was taken while fishing for muskie on the Saugeen. The flies we throw at these fish are almost as big as the bass
Here is my friend Paul with a Saugeen muskie
 Here is my 1st Drift Boat a 3 man pontoon
But now upgraded to  Hyde drifter. Just got to get it out and use it more the old girl is getting lonely

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Let is Snow Let it Snow Let it Snow

So here it is Dec1st, and the weather forecast calling for lake effect snow squalls. The night before sleep is very restless with anticipation, knowing the river will be on the rise from the previous day rains. As usual I beat the alarm by five minutes so the first thing I do is look out the window to see if there's any snow. None yet but they are calling for it later in the day so I don long johns to protect my body from the winter elements.
Now I'm a real stickler for routine and a bit superstitious, so  I grab my lucky hat on the way out the door and head directly to my regular first stop, Tim Horton's for an extra large black. The funny thing is I don't even have to order.... the person on the other side of the mic is asking me "the usual?" and I reply "of coarse". Then before I leave the parking lot I stop, get out and recheck to make sure I haven't forgotten anything before my trek north., everything accounted for, so off I go.
When I arrive at the river there's still about thirty minutes to sun rise and not another sole is on the river yet..... No hurry to get to my favourite spot so I sit on the river bank get my rod ready and wait for the sun to show itself . Fifteen minutes to sun rise I see another car pulling up to the parking lot...... time to move out to my spot before anyone else gets there ahead of me.
 Now there is enough sun to start fishing and man... is the river rocking. The two guys that just arrived decide to brave the high water and cross the river....I might have attempted that ten years ago but not today. As it turned out my decision not to cross was good one because I ended up having a hell of a of a good day. I'm not one to post numbers but it was the second best day this fall and the morning  ended with a great catch. The forecast of snow must have kept most of the other fisherman away from the rive so all morning I'm singing to myself let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
  I know that my wife thinks I am absolutely nuts hoping for rain and snow on my day off.... and for getting up so early and standing in freezing water..... but if you are a steelheader you can understand the enjoyment I get from it all.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Big One that got away

I was up fishing in the Manistee River with a good friend a few weeks ago and want to give brief synopis of our weekend. For a great detailed account of our trip you can check out my friend's blog at "November Rains". The whole trip was great but with every trip there are memorable moments that stand out. Mine was the 1st day when I decided to leave the float rod back at camp and decided to take my spey rod (being a aging steelheader in hopes of saving my shoulder for the float trip later on).  So after a full day and at the end of our trek down the river, we concluded that our only luck was with the steelhead that my buddy had on..... I had no luck at all with the spey.
  From the bank above I suggested it was time to call it day. He was finishing with a couple more casts to the run he was in. Just about fifteen feet upstream of him, there was an aggressive male Chinook scaring any fish that came near a spawning hen. I asked my friend if he minded that I go a little upstream and swing to this aggressive male. With his assurance I proceeded down a steep sand bank with trees to the right of me and a downed log to the left, so it was a very tight area to cast and swing. So with determination I got to the river side and started my first couple casts. This male Chinook seemed to have a bad attitude and followed my fly as if to warn it not to get to close. With the next cast this big brute had had enough and slammed my fly with aggression.....having had a long day with no fish on,,,,, in my excitement I pulled the fly and spent the next 20 minutes trying to get my tippet, sink tip and fly line out of the tree. I thanked my good friend for not taking any pictures to add to my embarrassment.
 After spending some time retieing my line I was ready to do battle again.... and this time I really pissed this bad boy off. It didn't take more then 5 casts before he hit my fly again and this time being a little more patient  I let him have it...... Fish on!!!! Or I thought.... This smart  old male took me into the lumber in the river and proceeded to get my fly hooked up while swimming back to his lair no worse for wear. So,,,,,  this is the time when a fisherman swallows his pride, gives kudos to the fish,  thank him for the memories and move on.
Another part of fishing is subjecting your fishing partner to all the whining about the big one that got away...... over and over again. However, we had some good laughs about how I got snagged in the tree and that's what makes it so memorial..... So, I have no picture proof of this elusive monster, but one of the fly I used....and since it's one I tied myself it's rewarding to know that it worked. Watching the fish attack with all mother nature has given him to survive and the respect you give him after being defeated in the battle.
 Oh by the way that fish had to be 50lbs (OK 20 ) but in my mind he will always be bigger then me.

Friday, November 12, 2010

My Fav Four

 Here we are well into Nov and there is absolutely no water in the river. The first picture is a rock on the Maitland I like to use to judge water lever. Usually 3/4 of this rock is under water what I will call normal fishable levels. Once this rock is completely under water then the river is in prime water conditions. As you can see we are at least 2 feet below normal water levels,  The white on the rock is where the water should be.But I will save that rant for anther day.
 So I need a post to get my blog going I though I'd post my Fav Four Woolly Buggers for my home rivers the Maitland and the Saugeen. The top two flies are great on the Maitland, specially the olive. The Brown is my own colour creation and very deadly in the spring on the Saugeen. I think it may represent a march brown mayfly and i will usually swing it in tandem with a pattern that is called a march brown bunny spey. The last fly is just a good fly for any river with low clear conditions.