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).

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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).