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I've fished for as long as I can remember, moving from bait to spinning, then to fly fishing much later in my life. But I must confess that I still may leave my fly rod behind to wander the stream with my spinning gear. While this 'blog' focuses on my piscatorial pursuits, it may at times digress.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Rest of Season on the local


Over, the summer I hit the local a few times with mixed results. A rainy day at the end of June when the fish were on and I kept one good brown. Later in July, I hooked a nice brown one evening while playing with my 4 wt in the upstream section, I was using a muddler with a beadhead trailer, the flyfishing equivalent of fishing with a bobber.

The end of the season crept up on me but I had to sneak out for the last day. A good day sun and clouds, water still up from the rains on Tuesday. I caught and released several small fish and raised but missed at least four fish over 40 cm. Finally toward the end of the day, fishing a pool section above a beaver dam, I had a good strike from a good fish, landed it and as it was a male, I kept it. A few casts later another strike, a brief encounter with an even bigger fish and then nothing.

All in all a good year, the stream is healthy, many smaller fish and enough larger ones to keep it interesting. The big fish will spawn later this fall and next year perhaps we’ll meet again.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Neither blackflies nor brook trout

Kevin Callan’s 1997 paddler’s guide to canoeing in Algonquin Park was entitled Brook Trout and Blackflies for a reason. Two years ago, I went with my sons to some streams in the NW corner of Algonquin at the end of May and we got into some decent brook trout, one over 45 cm. So this year I arranged to go with Terry, a very fit 69 y old flyfishing fanatic, thinking that this would give him a taste of the Algonquin interior and of its fabled brook trout fishing. Unfortunately, due to other obligations on both our parts, it was the third week of June before we were able to meet and head into the park, late but I hoped brookies would still be there.

The drive up was smooth, we obtained permits in Kearny and left the Tim River put in point in the early afternoon. The ‘duty moose’ was waiting for us shortly after we passed the park boundary and we made our way swiftly through Tim Lake with the wind at our backs.





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 We made our way through Tim Lake with only a minor detour due to my navigational ineptitude and continued down the Tim River to Rosebary Lake. After a few hours, one portage, several lift-overs and paddling along countless meanders, we were into Rosebarry in good time to set up our first night’s camp.  I learned from Terry that the word meander is derived from the Meander River, which located in present-day Turkey. Even in Classical Greece, the name of the river had become a common noun meaning anything convoluted and winding.

 
Along the way we observed a large snapping turtle, likely excavating her nest on top of a beaver house. We also saw numerous great blue herons and saw what looked like Sandhill Cranes.

   

Next day we were up early, made our last breakfast with fresh eggs and bacon and set out for the NipissingRiver, with over 20 k of canoeing and over 2 k of portaging. The middle portage was even tougher than I remembered and the steep climbs and descents had me puffing. Then too, the water levels in the intermediate LaTour and Loontail creeks were lower than my earlier trip 2 years ago making paddling and pushing through the lower marshy sections more difficult. But there were compensations blue flag iris, moose. Then too, the bugs weren’t too bad, a few mosquitoes and deer flies but almost no blackflies. We made good time reached the Nipissing and by mid-afternoon arrived at our destination, a campsite beside a beautiful pool at the base of the rapids at the first portage below our entry point. It was an afternoon for swimming and relaxing, we didn’t even break out our rods. We were both tired and agreed it had been a good idea to change our itinerary to spend the last night back at Rosebary rather than make it back to the entry point in one day.




The next two days, we canoed and fished up and downstream from our camp. The upper Nipissing is a beautiful river, generally a slow meandering stream with pools interrupted by occasional rapids. In one place, it opened to Grassy Lake. We carefully waited at the occasional moose blockages, and paddled a bit faster under a massive leaning pine. Near camp, there were moose bones, perhaps remnants of an old wolf kill (??) intertwined in the roots of an upturned spruce.
 
 Unfortunately, the big brook trout we were seeking were all in hiding, no 45+ cm fish to be found. I did get about a half dozen small brookies spinning all released, but neither of us got any on the fly. In retrospect we were too late, the trout were all too deep, hiding or were only coming out at night. However, the fallfish were everywhere and there were a few perch and sunfish to be had. I filleted one perch and a fallfish for a snack, both were good although the fallfish fillets were rather bony.






The next morning was overcast and misty with rain threatening; we broke camp and were on the water for the return to Rosebary shortly after 9:00. Maybe it was that we were going upstream or perhaps the water levels in LaTour and Loontail creeks were just that little bit lower, but the entry and exits to the portages seemed harder and muddier than on the way up. A bit after 10:00 the rain started lightly at first, then harder. By the end of the first portage the rain was steady and everything wet. The grey sky foretold a steady all day rain, what the Germans refer to as “landregen.” We slogged on and even encountered a French couple on the portage from LaTour Creek, the first other people we had run into since outing in at the Tim. They had been out 8 days already and Rosebary was just another stop in their travels.  

In the middle of the portages to Rosebary, Terry asked if I was up for making out that day and I agreed. We made Rosebary in good time and as we headed up to Tim the rain slowed and then stopped. Once the rain stopped, the moose came out again and we saw another couple going up the Tim , I guess they prefer to stay in the bush during the rain. Then across Tim Lake and up the Tim River where we got a closer view of Sandhill Cranes on the way up to our put-in point . All in all over we traveled for over 10 h covering and more than 30 k of paddling and portage, something we wouldn't have tried a week earlier.

(More than half the pictures in this post were taken by Terry and I am grateful to him for sharing them).

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Woodcock, rainbows and browns

I returned to my friend's farm, where they grow native plants and we'd helped with their spring prairie burn.


The fields were now green, the lupines in bloom.






While walking through the fields, a woodcock flushed  right under my feet and I almost stepped on it's nest.



On their suggestion, I  tried one the lower sections of one of my favorite creeks in the area and a tributary of  of the creek. I didn't get far however, as the water was brown, banks steep with near quicksand in some areas and almost impenetrable vegetation on either side. I moved higher up the creek to a section I hadn't fished for a while, where the water was clear and banks manageable. 

A good afternoon, I run into a bunch of small rainbows and browns. But the little ones always seem to hit before the big ones, dark shadows following behind.  All the larger fish were all browns,no dropback rainbows to be seen I guess they are all back in the lake. The biggest fish of the afternoon was a brown ~ 40 cm, pictured just before it swam away.

Small stream - high noon browns

I avoid opening week and this year with house renovations, work and visitations, it was well into May before  I made it to my local stream. Beautiful day, too bright and hot for browns but I head out anyway. I head out and walk down to the stream, as feared water levels are low and clear. Sigh but it is a nice day. and it's always interesting to come back to a favorite stream after the winter and see how the stream has changed. Are the old holes still there, are there new ones?

Overall, the stream  looks pretty good. I see several fish, including some decent fish, one might even be a rare big brook trout, the follow my lure but no takes. Higher upstream, I switch to smaller lures and darker colors including spinners with black blades or bodies and get a few takes. Then and a decent brown darts from under submerged wood and takes my spinner. And so it goes a good day, several good fish on very briefly, lots more seen and a lot of smaller trout kamikaze darting out of nowhere to test my lures. Small spinners (0 & 1) and spoons (1/8 - 1/4 oz) are the ticket.

I keep the first good brown and a small fish hooked in the gills, keep hoping for another good fish to round out the meal, but such is not to be.





All in all a good afternoon, always nice when the home stream has fish. Only downside is I slip while wading over brush and tear my year old Gortex waders. But it looks like there are reasonable repair kits avaiilable, so it won't be a total loss.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Canoe fishing

These lakes

These lakes are scratches
gouged by glaciers
from rocks 
which were new
when life began.

Blood flows thickly
over old wounds
to knit a healing scab
leaving just a faint scar.

Stir not
these calm waters
nor linger
o’er faint lines.

Paddle lightly
to the sunset
sending ripples
to the dawn.




Lake moments

Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.

Trip's last night
stayed up late
sipping remnant whiskey
as sun set red
neath hills dark shoulders.

Crisp morning
up before six
lake like glass
rustle up the fire
and make coffee
rest of camp
sound asleep
so I solo

Start in the back bay
release a hammer handle
then troll the north shore
into a freshening wind
nothing.

Move to deeper water
perhaps a morning walleye
but the wind’s up,
and sparkling sun
puts fish down
still nothing.

End of lake
head back
cast the shoreline
snag a bush
retrieve the lure
test line – it snaps.
Change lures
Tom got a good fish
in these narrows
but today
nothing.

Ignore my watch,
change to a deeper lure
last point, a satisfying tug
good pike – strong fish
open water, use net
she’s mine.

Back to camp
fresh fillets for home
and memories 
of when 
the lake 
was mine.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Brown trout and ....



Brown trout anglers

Brown trout anglers
catch few fishes
and usually let them go.
Barbless hooks 
make more for wishes
then fish to show
young eyes with wonder.

Brown trout anglers tell tales
distilled from truth
of flashes, almosts and
fish as long as your arm.
But also speak of
otters, beavers and deer
woodpeckers, turkeys and warblers
turtles, frogs and snakes
orchids, iris and skunk cabbage
mosquitoes, blackflies and nettles.

Brown trout anglers
define a river
by its banks
and its water 
and know it remains
the same but
always changing
awaiting their return.


Painted Lady

I smooth the spot
where your barb
used to be
and touch you lightly
with the steel
to keep your edge.
I test your tension
feel the spring in your curves
this time you pass

I tighten the vise
to hold you tightly
then wind the silk
up from your ankle
to just below your neck.


I caress you with fur,
tickle you with feathers
then daub you with varnish.
Blowing lightly cross the back
of your restrained form
I cast you in my mind
to your element
wet and undulating.

I leave you for a while
bound in your perfection
then release the vise
and place you in my box
between the Blue Charms
and Royal Coachmen.



Sunday, January 17, 2010

An Incompleate Angler - Confessions of a Second-class Fisherman

"We were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman."

A River Runs Through It - Norman Maclean

I've fished for as long as I can remember, but came to fly fishing much later in my life. I'm still not that good at it, generally fish wet rather than dry and often leave my fly rod behind in favor of chucking hardware .

This "blog" will usually be fishing related may at times digress.