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.


Independance day

A couple of days before the fourth of July I jokingly asked my wife “where are we going fishing?”

Much to my surprise, she didn’t argue.

She then told me that she would have to get a fishing licence so that she could go fishing also.  After picking my jaw up off the ground, I said “ah..ah..ok.”

A coupe of days later, after loading the car with some last-minute things from the store, we were prepared for a fun-filled day of fishing and picnicking.

Pine Valley is a short drive from our house, there is a quiet little reservoir there, and it is up in the mountains (so we were able to escape the heat).

We had a great day, the fishing was a little slow at first.  I, of course, was using my fly rod and had tied on a fresh water favorite of mine, the olive gold ribbed hares ear nymph (for those of you who don’t speak fly fishing it is a type of fly pattern.) There were fish everywhere and could be seen from the bank and were feeding close to the surface.  After casting for a while I tried a tan gold ribbed hares ear nymph (another favorite of mine).  Still nothing.  So in frustration I broke a rule of mine and casted my old spinner rod that I had brought for Jill to use (by this time her and the kids were frustrated and bored so they had gone off on a nature walk) that had a Jake’s spinner on it already (another fresh water favorite of mine).  Bam.. right away I was getting hits, and within a couple of casts had caught almost as many fish.

I was pumped now, I thought they will go crazy for a wooly bugger (another kind of fly).  All I had, was a black wooly bugger so, I tried it…nothing.

Jill came back with the kids a couple of minutes later and I told her “I have found what they are hittin’ on.”  I tied a Jake’s spinner onto Aiden’s rod and helped Jill with my spinner rod (that still had a Jake’s spinner on it).  Before long they were both off to catching fish like pros.

Turns out Jill loves fishing, as long as she is catching fish and it doesn’t involve sitting on the shore line waiting for a bite.

After lunch I went back to my fly rod (I didn’t want to go home without catching anything on my fly rod).  I had better luck after lunch with a larger tan hares ear nymph.

After a day of fishing we drove back into town and watched fireworks.

At the end of a very long day the score was:  Aiden, 3 trout; Jill, 10 trout; Kenny, 8 trout (5 on the Jake’s spinner and 3 on the fly).

I think I won.

FYI  Approximate temp: 80° F.  Fly used: an olive  and a tan hares ear nymph (I tied) Sz. 8-16.  3 fish caught.

The things you catch when you don’t mean to.

A cold.

The flu.


Mono (I’ve never had mono, but I think it is something nobody means to catch.

I once caught a bush when I was fishing, and a tree, and a light pole, but I  never thought that I would catch this.

I was fishing this morning (Thursday June 28, 2012) before I went to work.  I had caught one fish already and was trying for more when I started to cast.  I made false back cast and was starting to come forward to propel the tiny fly (an olive gold ribbed hares ear nymph sz. 16) to the water, when I felt that the cast was heavier than it had been before, and when I made the cast it splashed down in the water with a little more force than something the size of an insect should have.

As I pulled in the fly line, what ever was on the end was splashing violently. It wasn’t a fish.

As I got it up where I could see it, to my surprise I saw this. 

If you guessed a humming-bird you would be right.

Wow I thought, what are the chances that my little insect imitation would get hung up on one of God’s smallest and fastest birds (dang … I’m good).  (In the picture you can see my fly line.)

I gently picked up this little guy and assessed the damage.  I thought it may have been injured, after all this guy just moments before was just minding his own business, probably trying to find some breakfast, when … BAM my fly and line snatches him out of the air and body slams him into the water.  I don’t think humming birds can swim (correct me if I’m wrong), which would explain the reaction he was having while I was pulling him in.  I removed my hook from his small feathers and cut off the fly line, being careful not to accidentally squeeze this thing to death like Lenny in “Of Mice and Men.”  When I had removed all foreign objects from the victims body I set him down on the grass.

Nothing.  He just sat there.  “Fly away!”  I said, waving my hands at him, like that would help (lucky for me it was early morning so no one was around to see a crazy guy yelling at the grass and flapping his arms around, I don’t think anyone saw me).  So I waited a minute, gathered up my stuff, and picked him back up, at this point I thought this guy was beyond repair that I could provide (I don’t think duct tape would have done any good).  I got to the truck, put my stuff in the back and was unlocking my door to drive to the nearby animal shelter/dog pound when the darn thing just flew out of my hand.  I guess he was just tired and needed a rest, he had been through a lot that day, and it was still early morning.

As I type this story up now I imagine him sitting around the humming-bird feeder telling his friends “Dude, you will never guess what happened to me today.”  I bet he stays away from the fishing pond for a while.

FYI  Approximate temp: 75° F.  Fly used: an olive  and a tan hares ear nymph (I tied) Sz. 16.  1 fish caught.

6 before 8

The day was Tuesday June 26th.

I remember because it was my wedding anniversary (9 years).

I got up early (about 5:00 am), and went to the fishing pond near our home.  Now, let me explain why I get up so early.  My wife is always complaining that I spend too much time fishing and that I am never home to be with her and the kids.  So, in order to avoid a divorce I have limited myself to two days a week fishing (after Jill is awake), however, I can sometimes get in more if I go before she is awake and before I go to work also before the kids wake up.  The rest of my family are not morning people, so Jill doesn’t even know (or care) if I leave to go fishing before work.  You see, there IS a method to my madness.

When I go that early I can get in a good 2 to 2 1/2 hours of fishing before I go to work.  I enjoy this time of the day best, especially during the summer months where daytime temps rarely are below 100° F, and because I always have the whole fishing pond to myself.  I also think that the fishing is better early in the morning.

This particular morning I set a personal best for fish caught before I go to work.

Six fish before 8:00 am.

All in all, it was a great day, any day I catch fish is a good day, any day I catch fish before I go to work is an even better day, and any day I catch that many fish before I go to work is a great day.

Oh, it was also great because it was my anniversary, did I mention that?

I love you Jill!!!

FYI  Approximate temp: 75° F.  Fly used: an olive hares ear nymph (I tied) Sz. 16.  6 fish cought.