Tickets to the show.

I got my ticket to the Fly Fishing Film Tour, or fly-fish-o-rama, as my wife calls it.

For those of you not in with the in crowd, it’s like an AA meeting, just a different addiction.

I am excited! 

The stuff of fly fishing videos.

This morning I was fishing before I had to go to work and I witnessed something that made my day.

I haven’t been fly fishing very long (about a year) so I am in NO WAY a pro, but every now and then the fly fishing gods shine down upon me and grant me a moment of professionalism.

I watch a lot of fly fishing videos on-line (it kind of annoys my wife, ALOT).  One thing I love to watch on all those videos is when a fish is hanging out in the current, feeding, and an anglers perfectly cast fly comes floating down stream and the fish moves into position and inhales the morsel.  In most of these videos this occures on streams or rivers.

I don’t have alot of experience fishing on streams and rivers, so I didn’t really expect to see this very same thing happen this morning, especially on a small neighborhood pond.  This little pond is fed by a small stream (man made, like the pond) where there are always fish feeding on in-coming goodies.  In the light of the nearby safety lights of the fishing pond park I was watching a good sized fish (about 16 in. long, a nice fish for this pond) hanging out in the current of the inlet feeding.  I watched him there for a couple minutes, then I thought to myself ‘I should try that perfect cast that I watch the pros do.’

As I said earlier, every now and the the fly fishing gods shine down upon me, and this was one of those times.  I watched my perfectly cast size 12 white wooly bugger (I know the pattern sounds a little bit different, but the pattern works great at this pond) a little upstream and to the side of the current dwelling fish.  I watched as I stripped in the line slowly and the wooly bugger came into the faster part of the current. I swung down stream, and as it did the current dwelling fish turned and I watched him swallow my fly.  I set the hook and after a good fight hauled in the nice 16 in. fish.  That was my first fish of the morning, I would have been perfectly happy if that was the only fish I caught, but I caught a couple more after that.

It was an awesome day.

FYI  Approximate temp: 27° F.  Fly used: a white Sz. 12 beadhead wooly bugger (I tied), 4 fish caught (4 trout).

My son’s first fish on a fly rod.

My son has recently taken an interest in tying flies.  I have helped him tie a coupe of simple patterns and he is getting pretty good.  Especially considering the kid is only 6 years old.  015Here is his first fly, a Sz. 8 black wooly bugger.

His interest in tying flies has naturally led him to an increased interest in fly fishing.  He has gone with me before, but Saturday was the first time he asked if we could go fly fishing.

How can I refuse a request like that?

I had to help him cast, but he did the rest all on his own and he ended up landed this…

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The kid is awesome!  Look at that cheeser!  He was soo excited (I think I was just as excited).  It is a good thing we were the only ones there because I must have looked pretty funny jumping up and down while clearing him on as he hauled it in.  He hooked two more after that but, they got of just before he got them to shore.

Oh, I almost forgot the best part.  He tied the fly he caught those fish on that day,

I think he is hooked.  He has caught fish before using conventional tackle, but as we all know it is so mush better catching them on a fly rod.

(I hope Santa brings him a fly rod)

FYI  Approximate temp: 60° F.  Fly used: a black Sz. 12 Forget-me-knot midge (Not my pattern but one my son tied), 1 fish caught (1 trout, 2 more got off).

P.S. The Forget-me-knot midge pattern that I keep mentioning is an awesome pattern from Tightline Productions and can be found here,

Alot has happened scince my last post.

Wow, I can’t belive that two months has passed by.

I am still fly fishing, I still try to go out at least two times a week.

When we went to daylight savings time that kind of put a damper on my fishing after work.  Mostly because now, when I get off work it is already too dark to see anything.

So I have been going in the morning. Early in the morning, before I have to go to work.  I start work at 8:00, so I try to be at the lake by 5:30.  That gives me a solid two hours of fishing before work.  I find that whenever I catch a couple of fish before work, it just makes the day that much better.

Last week I had a good morning.  I set a new f.b.i.g.t.w record.  8 trout before 8:00.  Two were decent fish about 16 – 18 inches, The others were smaller, but still just as fun to catch.037

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FYI  Approximate temp: 28° F.  Flies used: an olive Sz. 12 Forget-me-knot midge (Not my pattern, but I tied it), 8 fish caught (8 trout).

Nymphing for goldfish.

For my friend in Nebraska and anyone else who might care.

I was a little suprised myself, but gold fish can be cought on a fly.  They were pretty fun.

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FYI  Fly used: a olive Sz. 16 Forget-me-knot midge (not my pattern, but one I tied), 8 fish caught (goldfish).

One lovely blog.

Rules of the nomination:

-Thank the blogger that nominated you

-Post 7 Unknown Facts About Yourself

-Nominate 15 other bloggers

I was nominated by fliesovernebraska.  This guy is funny and is as passionate about fly fishing as I am.  I would like to fish with this guy and if I ever make it out to Nebraska or if he comes to Utah.

The 7 unknown facts about myself.

1.  I don’t have a facebook account.  Call me old fashion, but I can’t stand it.

2.  I also don’t text message.  I had it completely blocked from my phone, I can’t send ’em and I don’t receive ’em (again call me old-fashioned).

3.  I don’t have cable or satellite tv, I haven’t for years (again old-fashioned).

4.  I have never golfed, I hate it and I think it is a stupid sport.  I think golf courses are a waste of a perfectly good shooting range.

5.  I like guns.  God bless the second amendment.

6.  I like to hunt.

7.  I am a registered republican, conservative (big surprise, right).

There you have it, a little about me (maybe a little more than you wanted to know).  Take it or leave it that is who I am.

As far as the nominating 15 other blogs goes, I  haven’t been blogging long, and only follow one blog fliesovernebraska, and he has already been nominated, so my nominations will have to come at a later time.

Thanks again.

Hare·lip trout.

This is no joke.  I cought a trout with a hare-lip, or cleft lip.

My dad said that I shouldn’t have returned his retarted genes to the pool, but I did.  He didn’t seem to have any trouble trying to eat ny fly.  I don’t like to think of him as handicapped (besides fish don’t have hands) I like to think of him as handicapable.

Who knows maybe I will go back someday and catch a bunch of little hare-lip trout.

Three of a kind.

This past weekend we had to make a trip back to my home town, for my brother-in-laws wedding.  My wife and I our both from the same little town and both of our parents still live there, so any time we get to go back is a good time.  The wedding was nice but, I don’t write about weddings.

I write about fishing…

I was able to take my fly gear and my wife was nice enough not to throw a big fit when I told her I wanted to go fishing Saturday morning, so I was nice enough to tell her ‘thank you’ and that I would come back by noon, in order to help with the kids and get ready for the wedding that night.

Because my wife doesn’t care how early I leave to go fishing in the morning, I took advantage of the situation and was out-of-town by about 5:00 am.  That put me on the water at about 5:30 am, just before the sun came up, it was perfect timing.

I went to a little known spot that my brother and I recently discovered.  When I got there I was the only one there, but not many people around here get up that early to fish, so I wasn’t surprised.  It turns out that I would have the lake all to myself the whole time I was there, I love that and it doesn’t happen very often, and that did surprise me.

I decided to go to this lake because I knew it had warm water fish, bass and bluegill, and I knew it would be warm.  I also didn’t have very mush time and it was close.

I started with what had worked last time I fished this lake with my brother, a woolly bugger, Sz. 8 black conehead to be exact, it served me well I caught several bass and a couple of trout.  Last time my brother and I were at this lake we had caught some nice trout, but it was warmer since then and I thought that the trout would be hunkered down in deeper, cooler water, so it was a pleasant surprise when I caught my first trout of the day.

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later tied on a Sz. 16 olive hares ear nymph about two feet below a strike indicator that I would end up using the rest of the day.  That setup has worked well in the past and I was noticing fish just breaking the surface in the shallows and everything that I have read and seen says that points to fish feeding on nymphs.

Up to this point the fishing was good, and if it had stayed that way I would not have complained and it would have been a great day, but it was better than a great day it an awesome day.

After I tied on the hares ear nymph the action on the water got a lot faster.  It seamed almost every single time I was casting I was coming back with something wiggling on the end of my line.  It got to the point where I started counting… four casts, and four fish, then one or two casts went empty-handed but, without fail the next couple were productive.  The best part was I never knew what I was going to catch, bass, bluegill, or trout, all from the same spot all on the same fly.  The bass were a little on the small side, but still fun.  The trout were all nice sized, not very many smaller the about 14 inches.  The bluegill, they were huge, the biggest one I caught I estimated at about 8 to 9 inches long and as big as my hand spread out.  By far the biggest bluegill I have ever caught.

I couldn’t have asked for a better day, and (as hard as it was for me to tear myself away from such great fishing) I made it back into town by noon.

FYI  Approximate temp: 90-100° F.  Flies used: a black Sz. 8 conehead wooly bugger (I tied), 8 fish caught (5 bass, 3 trout).  Sz. 16 olive hares ear nymph (I tied), I lost count (bass, bluegill, and trout).

Guilty

In my short time fly fishing I have been guilty of coming up with ideas like the one in this video.  Some of my experements failed mesrably, but some of them work.

Fly of my dreams.

The things that keep ya going.

After fishing a couple of weeks with my cheap fly rod that I purchased while I was waiting for my Redington rod to come back from being repaired I was anxious to get back on the water with my favorite Redington rod.

I went out the morning after I got my Redington rod back (Wednesday, July, 25th).

I went to a nearby urban fishing pond hoping to hook a couple bluegill and small bass on my poppers before heading to work.

Instead, what I got was hooking into one of the biggest fish I had ever hooked.  I had been fishing early morning just before the sun came up and caught several small bass and a couple bluegill.  I was tying on a popper just as the sun came up and when I went back to cast again I saw two of the biggest bass I had seen in this lake.  I had seen big bass in this lake before but never two together like that.  They swam off slowly, paying me no attention, despite my attempts to entice them with my yummy popper.

I was pretty sure I would see them again, it is a small pond (2 acres, I looked it up), and they were big fish.  I also thought that I would never hook a fish that big at that pond, after all you don’t get to be that big of a fish in that small of a pond that is heavily fished at times by being stupid.

After admiring those fish, I went back to fishing my popper.  I landed a couple smaller fish, then was just poppin’ along when something bigger hit my popper.  I could tell right away that it was bigger because I had never had anything hit my line so hard and my rod had never bent so much as it was then, I was fishing relatively light equipment a size 8 popper on 5x tippet (fishing jargon translation: small lure on 4 lb. test fishing line).  As I went back and forth between stripping in line and letting it slide back out and moving the rod back and forth in the dance that is landing a big fish on light line, I got a good look at him, he was about the same size as the ones that I had admired just minutes before.  As I played him and got him closer to the shore being careful to keep him out of the reeds as mush as possible and resisting the urge to put more pressure on the line then it could handle… it was over.  As quickly as it had happened, he turned around on a dime and my popper did just that, popped right out of his mouth.

I decided to end the morning on a high note, I hadent lost my popper, so I packed up and headed to work.

I walked away with a smile on my face, and a great fish story.

FYI  Approximate temp: 75° F.  Flies used: a green Sz. 8 popper (I tyed).  5 fish caught (1 realy big fish hooked, not included in my fish caught count).