Monday, June 22, 2015
Contrary to popular belief , I havn't fallen off the face of the earth or anything quite so dramatic. It's true that the blog has been dormant for an unusually long period of time so I can definitely understand the thinking. Truth is that other than the trip I'm about to tell you about, fishing has been on the back burner for me lately. The rain and high water events that have been rolling through my neck of the woods almost every weekend have taken a major toll on my Spring/Early Summer smallmouth trips to say the least. Now that we're moving out of the rainy season (hopefully) we head right into probably my least favorite season of the year to hit my local streams...Summer. I don't deal with crowds of people well when I'm trying to relax so floating and fishing our Ozark streams can be an interesting experience this time of year. I don't let it bother me too much though , it's a great time to spend a few weekends hanging out at the lake with the wife and doing things like scuba diving and just soaking your skin in the cool water on a blistering hot day. In the meantime it may be a little slow around here for awhile. Summer crowds or not though , a guy can only refrain from fishing for so long before the jones just gets too strong...and I'm guessing my limits are on the lower end of the scale!
The main reason I've been absent from the interwebs recently is a 10 day vacation and a road trip to New Mexico for the majority of that time. Between the two weekends I was away and the one on either side of it that I was trying to make it up to my wife for having to stay home and take care of pet/household duties, the whole month of June pretty much came and went.
Earlier this Spring my good friend Sean had invited me out to the mountains to spend a week fishing and relaxing on the small trout stream that flows right in front of their family cabin.
This particular stream has a good stonefly hatch in early Summer and the trip was planned for his best guess at that event. Having never experienced it before, to say that I was excited would have been an understatement. Obviously I couldn't pass up an offer like that and as soon as I had a hall pass from my better half and time approved off work we started making plans. This place is not one of the more well known fisheries that you always read about in New Mexico, just a nice small tailwater that averages about 15 feet across in most places and in some areas no wider than a walking path.
It's nestled into a beautiful valley surrounded by some of the tallest peaks in New Mexico on three sides. Wildlife is seemingly more prevalent than humans and I saw elk, mule deer, wild turkey, antelope, eagles and talked to another angler who had seen a black bear that morning while hiking in to fish.
The day after I left another member of Seans family even saw a mountain lion walking the game trail behind the cabin , as we had seen several cow elk using this same path during the week it was probably after it's next meal. Needless to say I was hooked as soon as I pulled the truck off the interstate and could see the mountains rising up in the distance.
From the open prairies and tall flat topped mesas to the mountain ranges and red-rock canyons, new Mexico seemingly has a vista for every eye (especially when that eye is used to staring at the open expanses of Kansas) .
As for the fishing, we didn't hit the stonefly hatch like we had hoped for. Late season runoff and water releases from the dam still had the river a little off-colored and according to Sean, not quite at normal levels for this time of year. The fishing was still good as far as I was concerned, it just wasn't stupid-silly like it is when the hatch is really happening. Without a doubt I could have caught more fish by nymphing under an indicator or even throwing small streamers for these fish, I'm a stubborn cuss though. I had grand visions of catching fish on big dry flies and come hell or high water that's what I was going to do. At times I did resort to using a dropper under a big stonefly dry, mostly early morning or late evening when fish didn't seem to be looking up, but I always had some sort of big bushy point fly tied on.
There were several afternoons where a decent number of bugs were coming off, and when they did the fish took notice. After watching a small, wild brown launch himself clear of the river in pursuit of your stonefly imitation before it even has time to settle on the water, fishing with an indicator doesn't even seem like a viable option.
Besides, hiking up a small mountain stream and plopping a big, bushy dry in every likely looking pocket has to be one of the most enjoyable types of fly fishing I can imagine. It's the perfect fishing for a guy like me as it takes very little casting skill...just pull out ten feet of flyline and lob the fly into every little seam and pothole, the fish take care of the rest. We caught both rainbows and browns throughout the week but the wild browns were our true target.
Beautiful little butter colored fish that hid themselves away in places on that small stream that you couldn't imagine holding a fish.
The only thing that I had problems with was keeping myself from gawking around at the surrounding scenery and keeping my eyes on the fly, needless to say more than one fish came and went while I was staring up at the rocky mountain tops oblivious to everything else. Luckily for me there always seemed to be another willing participant around the next river bend.
Along about the middle of our stay we decided to try a change of scenery and a different style of fishing. This was pretty much the polar opposite of what we had been doing up until this point. Instead of a two weight and a dry fly we went in search of our new quarry with a 16 foot jon boat, ten weights and a half chicken strapped to a hook. We drove 9 hours round-trip and spent the better part of a day and a half giving it our best shot at hooking a musky on a little lake sitting at the base of a mountain range.
Sean hadn't ever fished for musky before and my few trips chasing them in the Ozarks had left me with a sore shoulder and not much else to show for it. While this expedition didn't pan out much better for me in the catching department I have to say that I'm now hellbent on catching my first musky on the fly (or at least seeing that big, ugly mug
appear out of nowhere again as I'm trying to figure eight with a nine foot flyrod!). In our limited time on the water over two days we had 5 fish follow the fly back to the boat and show themselves while we were doing a very ungraceful display of a figure eight. One of those fish ate and ended up in the bottom of a landing net (Seans fish), one of them ate and ended up missing the fly because some jack-knife pulled it away from him at the very last minute (yours truly) and 3 of them just couldn't be convinced to eat that fly no matter how many times we paraded it around in front of them.
If you havn't ever been on the stick end of a confrontation like that I can't even describe it. Every time a fish made an appearance boatside we were both left shaking and when one actually decided to eat, well, luckily I had a change of shorts handy. By the time we had to pull out and head back to the cabin we were sunburnt, our shoulders were sore from casting flies with the aerodynamics of a wet tube sock, hell my eyes even hurt from concentrating on the fly so hard from the time it touched the water until it made it back into the boat. Every one of those a by product of the hard fishing that I'd endure all over again ten-fold for the chance at another one of those fish.
At this point I'm starting my second week back at work after the trip and I still find myself daydreaming about the picturesque mountains with beautiful little wild browns and that big mouth full of teeth behind my fly. Here's to the next Road Trip....
Thursday, May 21, 2015
I won't lie and tell you some sad story about how long it's been since I've been on the water, I don't expect I'd get any more symapathy from my readers than I do the wife when I start complaining. It's not that I havn't been fishing or even that the fishing hasn't been good for that matter. These last two weeks of wiper and white bass fishing have been off the charts and I've thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. That being said , anyone who's ever picked up a flyrod and spent enough time with it to really get what it's all about, will probably tell you the same thing I'm about to say...it's not all about catching fish. I love catching just as much as the next guy, I've been known to qoute the famous old phrase "It's just good to be out here" but I'm not sure that I ever really mean it! It wasn't the fishing or the catching that I was missing so much as it was that precious time on the water where everything else is forgotten and you can finally re-charge your soul. Evening trips to the lake after work are great but they just aren't long enough to rid your sytem of all that bad ju-ju accumulated in everyday life.
Between the wet Spring weather and the great fishing these last couple weeks around home I just havn't gotten out and floated my favorite smallie streams near as often this year as I had hoped for. Luckily for me, it's a problem that's easily fixed. With the holiday weekend fastly approaching and my work schedule requiring me to be on-shift for two-thirds of it I made the last minute decision to load up the boat and head South for a couple days of smallmouth fishing.
From my perspective there's no problem that a river, a boat , a flyrod , a cooler full of beer and a couple days to enjoy all of those things can't fix.
I will say that the weather could have been just a little nicer for my two days of fishing, I think I might have broken a sweat once while dragging my boat up on an island for lunch and it rained for half an hour the first afternoon. The river was a little crowded as well, I saw three kayakers and two canoes in two days. As for the fishing, I would have liked for the fish to be a little bigger. And there were stretches where I made numerous casts without catching a fish to my great dismay.
I have to admit though , I feel totally rejuvenated after spending two days floating one of my favorite streams, what can I say...sometimes it's good just be out there.
Hope you all have a great holiday weekend...I know I did!