Date: August 25, 2007
Location: EP Spot
Air temp: 70s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4 (3 brown, 1 brook)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
Fruit Booter
Fruit Booter needs some counseling. His behavior these days is unacceptable to the F.A.G. standard. For Exhibit A, I present to you that has he not fished since Montana. Exhibit B, his thoughts are focused upon the impending grouse season. Exhibit C, his first priority once we got to the river was to pick plums for a pie (okay, he did fish a bit first, but only because I had forgotten my head lamp in the car).
At least he isn't a worm-dunker, but not much would surprise me at this point. He will give you line after line of excuses, such as hot weather, trips and real life responsibilities, but these are the words of a man in denial.
After light sources were in order, we headed downstream to the two smaller pools past the Mega Pool. Right around dusk, the fish were going ape for a hatch of some small, white bugs. While I didn't want to tie on a fly I wouldn't be able to see, I was able to get a couple of smaller fellows on a hopper, and then the powerful hopper-dropper.
Night fell and a bright moon rose. After very little action at the furthest downstream pool, we moved up to the next one. We started to get hits, but nothing was landed. Once the fish were set down there, we went to the Mega Pool.
I have never fished the Mega Pool before. I think I may have seen one rise there in the five times I've passed by it during the day. We started on the side opposite from the path with few hits. I made my way to the other side, and hooked a 17"er in the snout. Booter, who was on the other side then landed one. Just as he was releasing his fish, I got a clean hook on a thick 14" brown. This marked the first time I have ever gotten a clean hook set with a mouse pattern.
We called it not long after and got some fresh curds at a gas station before driving home. Sadly, deliberations will now begin amongst the Guild members on whether or not Booter needs an intervention. Oh, and Scotty Mac, if you're reading this, you are now on indefinite suspension for your lack of fishing.
Update: I forgot to mention, FB caught a bat. Now if someone can hook a muskrat, we'll have the trifecta.
Monday, August 27, 2007
How high's the water, mama?
Date: August 19, 2007
Location: Club & Mr. F
Air temp: 70s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3 (brown)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
On Sunday, the storm clouds were still swirling over Wisconsin. I headed off to the Club to see if the overcast weather would yield scads of fish.
I started much further downstream then normal, and started to fish the tail end of a riffle. I saw three fish rising at different points, and was able to land all three on nymphs. A good start, but that proved to be all she wrote.
I moved up and tried various areas, but not much was going on. As I heard thunder in the distance, I made my way back to the car to reassess. Not long after, the heavens unleashed a torrent of rain all around. I decided to drive east, to try another stream and hopefully wait out the brunt of the storm. Eventually, I arrived at Mr. F and took shelter under the bridge. The rain continued for a bit longer, then eased into a drizzle.
The fish were still not cooperating as I moved up and down from the stream. By the time I made my way back to the bridge, the water level had risen about a foot. Tired and wet, I called it a day.
Location: Club & Mr. F
Air temp: 70s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3 (brown)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
On Sunday, the storm clouds were still swirling over Wisconsin. I headed off to the Club to see if the overcast weather would yield scads of fish.
I started much further downstream then normal, and started to fish the tail end of a riffle. I saw three fish rising at different points, and was able to land all three on nymphs. A good start, but that proved to be all she wrote.
I moved up and tried various areas, but not much was going on. As I heard thunder in the distance, I made my way back to the car to reassess. Not long after, the heavens unleashed a torrent of rain all around. I decided to drive east, to try another stream and hopefully wait out the brunt of the storm. Eventually, I arrived at Mr. F and took shelter under the bridge. The rain continued for a bit longer, then eased into a drizzle.
The fish were still not cooperating as I moved up and down from the stream. By the time I made my way back to the bridge, the water level had risen about a foot. Tired and wet, I called it a day.
Produce
Date: August 18, 2007
Location: EP Spot
Air temp: 70s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4 (2 small brookies and 2 brown)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
QD
I apologize to my regular reader, I've been amiss in my blogging duties. Well, I have indeed been fishing, trying to enjoy the last of the season before my suicide watch begins anew.
Last week, Quickie and I went to the EP Spot on the Curd River. After a prolonged hot spell, we finally got an extended period of storms (which is still going on as of this writing). The prospect of lightening keeps the average anglers at home and the mouth-breathing worm dunkers huddled in their meth dens. The Savage Angler, a true F.A.G., is not deterred by such trivialities.
We had the river pretty much to ourselves, though the overcast skies and rainfall did not produce as we hoped. The water levels were reasonable, but still a bit shallow. The fish were spooky, though I was still able to nymph out a few fish here and there.
For the second time this season, QD's keen eye spotted wild fruit along the stream path. This time, we came across plum trees. They were quite small, about the size of a $.25 gum ball, but somewhat sweet.
Of course, meager plums would not satisfy the hunger after a long day of fishing, so we went to Shady Grove for some curds and fine grub.
Location: EP Spot
Air temp: 70s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4 (2 small brookies and 2 brown)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
QD
I apologize to my regular reader, I've been amiss in my blogging duties. Well, I have indeed been fishing, trying to enjoy the last of the season before my suicide watch begins anew.
Last week, Quickie and I went to the EP Spot on the Curd River. After a prolonged hot spell, we finally got an extended period of storms (which is still going on as of this writing). The prospect of lightening keeps the average anglers at home and the mouth-breathing worm dunkers huddled in their meth dens. The Savage Angler, a true F.A.G., is not deterred by such trivialities.
We had the river pretty much to ourselves, though the overcast skies and rainfall did not produce as we hoped. The water levels were reasonable, but still a bit shallow. The fish were spooky, though I was still able to nymph out a few fish here and there.
For the second time this season, QD's keen eye spotted wild fruit along the stream path. This time, we came across plum trees. They were quite small, about the size of a $.25 gum ball, but somewhat sweet.
Of course, meager plums would not satisfy the hunger after a long day of fishing, so we went to Shady Grove for some curds and fine grub.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Date: August 10, 2007Location: WBL(Boognish Island)
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: N/A
Fish landed: 0
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Jess(non FAG)
Coach McGuirk(non FAG)
Hann(non FAG)
Bela(Dog)
Another Nice night out on WBL, everytime I fish that lake I have to tell myself a few things:
1) you will most likely not catch anything, and if you do it will most likely be small.
2) try not to get pissed off by the dipshits that cruise past your boat at 30 M.P.H. there will be a lot of them and they will all be too close to your boat.
If I can remember those 2 things it's a fun trip. WBL is one of those lakes that everyone says "there's big fish in that lake", I've never really believed that because I've spent countless hours out there and only have done well out there once for crappies in the spring time, and even then all of the ones we caught were borderline keepers, nothing to write home about.
Well Friday night was no exception, We pulled up to the lake after buying live bait, at the world's shittiest bait shop, quick back story, when I went into the bait store to purchase leeches the Jackson Whites inside were arguing about something, the only acknowledgement I received as a customer was "$6.32" muttered by the fat one behind the counter. Not even eye contact. I hate that fkin place. So, getting back to the story, we rolled up to my parent's house and sat on the porch with my mom and dad for a few minutes waiting for Coach and Hann to show up. They soon got there and we were on our way.
Coach was telling me about a place he had fished before so we headed for the spot, The night was perfect, awesome weather, another batch of the Cuban sandwiches and this time I brought some Rum and Coke(Mount Gay(the official rum of the F.A.G.)). The rum went a long way to help me ignore the jackballs whizzing by the 'toon at a high rate of speed.
Before too long Hann hooked into a little Bass, which was fun. soon after that Coach hooked into a slightly larger little bass. and I got the skunk for the second night, Oh well refer to the first thing I tell myself about fishing on WBL above.
After the fishing trip we all made our way to the Kremlin for one of the biggest poker games in a while, 13 people playing at one table. Me and Xan were the only protesters about the 13 peeps at one table, but it was clear that we were the only ones interested in playing by the rules(joking)
"you're entering a world of pain"
I caught the greatest run in my poker career, I was getting full houses and straights non stop, I was probably the only one having fun at the game, oh well. Anyways I took first and was awarded $70 Jess took 3rd but had to split her $20 with Jorge because of "house rules" The hand was like this, there were 4 of us in the hand, action was on the Jor, He goes all in, Jess goes all in(has about twice the amount of chips that Jor has), action is on me, I go all in, Fruitbooter folds. I take them both out and then there is a big discussion about the prize money. The official rules of poker state:
"If multiple players go broke on the same hand, the player starting the hand with the larger amount of chips finishes in the higher place for prize money and any other award."
I tried to argue this point, but quickly gave up when I saw it wasn't gonna happen, I realised that without the rules in hand we would have to wing it, and splitting was the only logical solution. anyways, Coach and Hann took 1st and 2nd in the second game, must have been some good luck on the 'toon, that rubbed off on us.
Jess(non FAG)
Coach McGuirk(non FAG)
Hann(non FAG)
Bela(Dog)
Another Nice night out on WBL, everytime I fish that lake I have to tell myself a few things:
1) you will most likely not catch anything, and if you do it will most likely be small.
2) try not to get pissed off by the dipshits that cruise past your boat at 30 M.P.H. there will be a lot of them and they will all be too close to your boat.
If I can remember those 2 things it's a fun trip. WBL is one of those lakes that everyone says "there's big fish in that lake", I've never really believed that because I've spent countless hours out there and only have done well out there once for crappies in the spring time, and even then all of the ones we caught were borderline keepers, nothing to write home about.
Well Friday night was no exception, We pulled up to the lake after buying live bait, at the world's shittiest bait shop, quick back story, when I went into the bait store to purchase leeches the Jackson Whites inside were arguing about something, the only acknowledgement I received as a customer was "$6.32" muttered by the fat one behind the counter. Not even eye contact. I hate that fkin place. So, getting back to the story, we rolled up to my parent's house and sat on the porch with my mom and dad for a few minutes waiting for Coach and Hann to show up. They soon got there and we were on our way.
Coach was telling me about a place he had fished before so we headed for the spot, The night was perfect, awesome weather, another batch of the Cuban sandwiches and this time I brought some Rum and Coke(Mount Gay(the official rum of the F.A.G.)). The rum went a long way to help me ignore the jackballs whizzing by the 'toon at a high rate of speed.
Before too long Hann hooked into a little Bass, which was fun. soon after that Coach hooked into a slightly larger little bass. and I got the skunk for the second night, Oh well refer to the first thing I tell myself about fishing on WBL above.
After the fishing trip we all made our way to the Kremlin for one of the biggest poker games in a while, 13 people playing at one table. Me and Xan were the only protesters about the 13 peeps at one table, but it was clear that we were the only ones interested in playing by the rules(joking)
"you're entering a world of pain"I caught the greatest run in my poker career, I was getting full houses and straights non stop, I was probably the only one having fun at the game, oh well. Anyways I took first and was awarded $70 Jess took 3rd but had to split her $20 with Jorge because of "house rules" The hand was like this, there were 4 of us in the hand, action was on the Jor, He goes all in, Jess goes all in(has about twice the amount of chips that Jor has), action is on me, I go all in, Fruitbooter folds. I take them both out and then there is a big discussion about the prize money. The official rules of poker state:
"If multiple players go broke on the same hand, the player starting the hand with the larger amount of chips finishes in the higher place for prize money and any other award."
I tried to argue this point, but quickly gave up when I saw it wasn't gonna happen, I realised that without the rules in hand we would have to wing it, and splitting was the only logical solution. anyways, Coach and Hann took 1st and 2nd in the second game, must have been some good luck on the 'toon, that rubbed off on us.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Retards of the River
Date: August 12, 2007
Location: Crawdad Hole (iRiver), Warwick
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4 or 5 rough fish, who cares, they are all retards
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
It's been hot and humid, the rivers are low, but I was itchin' to fish, and the heat was to ease up this day. I decided to give the trout a rest and see what the smallies were up to on the iRiver. I was also curious to check out the "Crawdad Hole."
I got to the stream and started fishing a pool downstream from the CH. My streamer did not entice any fish while I was stripping it in, but an idiot panfish did nail it while it was floating next to me between casts.
I moved up and started fishing a wide section I believed to be the CH. Not much action there, so I moved up to what I later found to be the actual CH. I picked up one smallie in the hole itself, and picked up a few more retards that hit my fly while it was right next to me. Through all this, I was also able to de-cork my popper while casting. The hook was still on the line, but the popper portion was nowhere to be found.
After getting fed up with the ugly and retarded fish, I checked out a stretch of stream high up on the Warwick. I went to my usual spot and found it slow and low, and filled with chubs. Not long after I called it a day.
Location: Crawdad Hole (iRiver), Warwick
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4 or 5 rough fish, who cares, they are all retards
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Xan
It's been hot and humid, the rivers are low, but I was itchin' to fish, and the heat was to ease up this day. I decided to give the trout a rest and see what the smallies were up to on the iRiver. I was also curious to check out the "Crawdad Hole."
I got to the stream and started fishing a pool downstream from the CH. My streamer did not entice any fish while I was stripping it in, but an idiot panfish did nail it while it was floating next to me between casts.
I moved up and started fishing a wide section I believed to be the CH. Not much action there, so I moved up to what I later found to be the actual CH. I picked up one smallie in the hole itself, and picked up a few more retards that hit my fly while it was right next to me. Through all this, I was also able to de-cork my popper while casting. The hook was still on the line, but the popper portion was nowhere to be found.
After getting fed up with the ugly and retarded fish, I checked out a stretch of stream high up on the Warwick. I went to my usual spot and found it slow and low, and filled with chubs. Not long after I called it a day.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Date: August 9, 2007Location: WBL(Boognish Island)
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: N/A
Fish landed: 0
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Jess(non FAG)
Bela(Dog)
Well tonight I took out the wife and dog for some walleye fishing on the 'toon. When we got out there we ate the picnic style dinner that Jess made for us. Grilled cuban sandwhiches, potato salad, fruit and cheesecake. man were those sandwhiches good (grilled ham, turkey, cheese, refried beans, avacado, and chipotle mustard on a grilled bun).
The conditions for 'toon fishing were perfect (other than idiots water skiing, driving their boats too close to us, but this is semi expected on WBL)there was a gentle breeze. We set up on our drift over the sunken island, depths ranged grom 32' to 14'. jess was set up with a lindy rig and I had a jig head and we both had leeches on(I know not a fly). we were getting small bites all night but nothing too solid.
The sun was getting Low and it was almost time to roll when I hear line being stripped off of Jess' reel, she was fighting the fish for about a minute when it started to come to the surface. it was a nice little northern maybe about 26" a nice eating size. anyways after the fish jumped out of the water, it took a turn twords the bottom of the lake and snapped the lindy rig. oh well sometimes that's how it goes, all in all it was a fun trip. Too bad the 'toon is comming out of the lake on monday.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Goin' Down to the Crawdad hole
Date: August 5, 2007
Location: Crawdad hole
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: Mr. Bigstuff
Fish landed: 2(Tim) Skunk(QD)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Tim
Well Tim and I were scouting some new spots this weekend and found a gem, we had to weed through a few bad spots first though. well we started at the dam, the water looked pretty nasty and smelled pretty nasty as well. who knows it could have been a heck of a fishing spot, but looked bad and smelled bad so we mover on to greener pastures.
The next spot we went to check out was in the little town, It was a spot Xan and I had fished once before, it only held some small smallmouth and small trout last time, the water actually looked shallower this time around which is something because it was really shallow last time we went. oh well, we did not wet our lines at this spot either we decided to keep moving and search for the fabled "Crawdad hole" that we had heard so much about.
we took a short drive down the road and found the spot with no troubles. wow what a great looking spot, it's a short walk from the parking spot and the hole is about the size of the "Alpha" in the canyon. Tim informs me that he had only brought a 9 and a 10 weight rod, in anticipation of muskie. I said, "hmmm well you might catch some nice smallies" when we first reached the crawdad hole we were greeted by a lil muskie about 5' off the beach, that was soo cool to see. a bit unexpected. the fish slowly made his way to the center of the pool and thrashed at something at the surface.
we fished the hole for some time with little success, tim pulled 2 decent smallies out of the pool, I saw a ton of them in there, also i had one muskie follow looked to be somewhere around 30" in length. next time i'm going back with bigger flys.
we did some exploring downstream and found some beautiful scenery
Location: Crawdad hole
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: Mr. Bigstuff
Fish landed: 2(Tim) Skunk(QD)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Tim
Well Tim and I were scouting some new spots this weekend and found a gem, we had to weed through a few bad spots first though. well we started at the dam, the water looked pretty nasty and smelled pretty nasty as well. who knows it could have been a heck of a fishing spot, but looked bad and smelled bad so we mover on to greener pastures.
The next spot we went to check out was in the little town, It was a spot Xan and I had fished once before, it only held some small smallmouth and small trout last time, the water actually looked shallower this time around which is something because it was really shallow last time we went. oh well, we did not wet our lines at this spot either we decided to keep moving and search for the fabled "Crawdad hole" that we had heard so much about.we took a short drive down the road and found the spot with no troubles. wow what a great looking spot, it's a short walk from the parking spot and the hole is about the size of the "Alpha" in the canyon. Tim informs me that he had only brought a 9 and a 10 weight rod, in anticipation of muskie. I said, "hmmm well you might catch some nice smallies" when we first reached the crawdad hole we were greeted by a lil muskie about 5' off the beach, that was soo cool to see. a bit unexpected. the fish slowly made his way to the center of the pool and thrashed at something at the surface.
we fished the hole for some time with little success, tim pulled 2 decent smallies out of the pool, I saw a ton of them in there, also i had one muskie follow looked to be somewhere around 30" in length. next time i'm going back with bigger flys.
we did some exploring downstream and found some beautiful scenery
Beast be teased.
Date: August 3, 2007
Location: Trissel
Air temp: 70s-80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: beast teasers
Fish landed: 2
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Naaz(nonF.A.G. member)
Well the muskie action is starting to heat up. Just a perfect day to be out on a boat. after a bit of muckin' around we got settled on our routine drift over the infamous "J-hole" we saw about a half a dozen different muskies either following the lures up the the boat or porpoising in the distance. I boated 2 Northern pike one I would classify as a "snake senior" and the other one would be classified as "a good eatin' size" if one were to eat sewer trout. one of the close encounters we had was a genuine monster, most likely over 40".
It was a good day with the exception of the "a-holes" hitting golf balls at us. had to use the AK.
Location: Trissel
Air temp: 70s-80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: beast teasers
Fish landed: 2
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Naaz(nonF.A.G. member)
Well the muskie action is starting to heat up. Just a perfect day to be out on a boat. after a bit of muckin' around we got settled on our routine drift over the infamous "J-hole" we saw about a half a dozen different muskies either following the lures up the the boat or porpoising in the distance. I boated 2 Northern pike one I would classify as a "snake senior" and the other one would be classified as "a good eatin' size" if one were to eat sewer trout. one of the close encounters we had was a genuine monster, most likely over 40".
It was a good day with the exception of the "a-holes" hitting golf balls at us. had to use the AK.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
Date: August 6, 2007
Location: Canyon
Air temp: 70s-80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: Caddis and a brown mayfly
Fish landed: 6
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Xan
After Montana, I took a week-long break to catch up on some work and go to LA for a friend's wedding. My time in California was nice, as I also got to visit with Jazz Hands and his better half. They took me to my first ever rodeo, where I got to see cowboys and cowgirls harass cattle, and the ever delightful feat of skill, mutton bustin'.
Mutton bustin' involves taking a young child, adding protective gear, and then placing the young lad on a sheep. Both sheep and armored tyke are then set loose into the arena, where the child tries to hold on for as long as he or she can.
I've seen plenty of fun things to do with sheep, but this ranks up there. Here is a sample (note, this is not from the rodeo we attended).
The next morning, I watched Jazz catch his first fish in the surf. A noted surf guide came up and chatted with us for a while, giving us valuable tips on how to tempt the variety of fish and sharks that roam the shallows. Not long after, JH pulled in a couple perch. Though he was trying to catch the elusive Corbina (a type of sucker), he was still glad to have hooked something other than his head.
I took the red-eye home and after short light rail and bus trips, I met up with QD for some fishing. We headed to our favorite fly shop for some dollar flies. For giggles, we tried fishing the river near the shop, but soon made our way to the Canyon.
The Canyon was LOW. We worked all the way down to the Alpha Hole. I was able to pick up fish on nymphs along the way at the usual riffles and runs. We ended the day at the Beta Hole, where I landed a fish on a hopper for the first time this season. Even though I was able to land some fish, I doubt I will be going back to this stream for the rest of the season, unless they get some serious rain.
We ended the day at Red Lobster, which to my good gastronomic fortune was hosting, "Crab Crackin' Monday." Delish.
Location: Canyon
Air temp: 70s-80s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: Caddis and a brown mayfly
Fish landed: 6
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Xan
After Montana, I took a week-long break to catch up on some work and go to LA for a friend's wedding. My time in California was nice, as I also got to visit with Jazz Hands and his better half. They took me to my first ever rodeo, where I got to see cowboys and cowgirls harass cattle, and the ever delightful feat of skill, mutton bustin'.
Mutton bustin' involves taking a young child, adding protective gear, and then placing the young lad on a sheep. Both sheep and armored tyke are then set loose into the arena, where the child tries to hold on for as long as he or she can.
I've seen plenty of fun things to do with sheep, but this ranks up there. Here is a sample (note, this is not from the rodeo we attended).
The next morning, I watched Jazz catch his first fish in the surf. A noted surf guide came up and chatted with us for a while, giving us valuable tips on how to tempt the variety of fish and sharks that roam the shallows. Not long after, JH pulled in a couple perch. Though he was trying to catch the elusive Corbina (a type of sucker), he was still glad to have hooked something other than his head.
I took the red-eye home and after short light rail and bus trips, I met up with QD for some fishing. We headed to our favorite fly shop for some dollar flies. For giggles, we tried fishing the river near the shop, but soon made our way to the Canyon.
The Canyon was LOW. We worked all the way down to the Alpha Hole. I was able to pick up fish on nymphs along the way at the usual riffles and runs. We ended the day at the Beta Hole, where I landed a fish on a hopper for the first time this season. Even though I was able to land some fish, I doubt I will be going back to this stream for the rest of the season, unless they get some serious rain.
We ended the day at Red Lobster, which to my good gastronomic fortune was hosting, "Crab Crackin' Monday." Delish.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Oh yeah, we went to Montana...
Here it is:
Day 1: Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner
Date: July 26, 2007
Location: Gallatin
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Xan
After a slight delay, QD and I landed in Bozeman to begin our adventure. We had a number of hours to kill before Jazz Hands and Booter were to land, so we went fishing.
I was able to get us to a spot Jazz and I had fished and camped at last year on the Gallatin. Here, the Gal is split into two streams, one slower channel and a faster one with a huge hole.
Quickdraw introduced himself to a double digit haul of MT trout. His inaugural MT experience was slaying the beasts, dead drifting a Bitch Creek and then a bugger. I was able to pick up a few after much effort nymphing.
We departed for some food and came back to a spot Booter and I had fished. Our short time on the river flew by as we then had to depart to pick up Jazz Hands, and then Fruit Booter. Soon, the F.A.G.s were all assembled, and we cuddled up in a fancy, old school inn. It was an impressive, old structure, straight out of Booter's favorite movie, Dirty Dancing.
Highlights of the day:
- QD slaying them
- QD pouring table salt on the shuffle puck table, fucking it up good
Day 2: I Can't Believe I Ate the Whole Thing
Date: July 27, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Jazz Hands
Fruit Booter
Xan
After a good night of sleep and dog fighting jokes, we arrived at the Madison to fish (go figure) before checking into our next inn. Please enjoy very much this eye candy.
Highlights of the day:
- 1 celebrity sighting (Mr. Bill Devane on a drift boat)
- Fruit becoming part of local lore by inhaling a Den burger (locals were actually speaking of this the next day at the Den Bar)
Day 3: $3 Dolla, Make Ya Holla
Date: July 28, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4
There is only one game in town for breakfast, and it was good.
We hit $3 Dollar to negotiate the boulders in the search of pigs. My nymphing thus far had been a disaster of unrealized drag and piddly fish. After a pep talk by Boot, I was able to start correcting my unwise ways and get some action. As I was too busy fishing to take many pictures, I offer you this photo of Boot on a rock.
Afterwards, we night fished by our lodging. The nice lady that ran the place had told us of the big browns that cruise the side channels at night. We had found two such channels and I was able to pull a couple nice fish with a Royal Wulff in the slow water.
Highlights of the day:
- 1 celebrity sighting (Mr. Bill Devane, looking at Booter and saying, "Doppler Radar!"
- Actually being able to see my dry fly on the water (and catching fish with it)
Day 4: They Mostly Come At Night, Mostly
Date: July 29, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 6+?
We started the morning at a new spot near $3. I guess we didn't hike enough cause that spot sucked.
After breakfast, we decided to hit a spot near a popular boat launch. The water up from the launch was quite wade-able. A brief rain came down, and soon I was to have the fight of my trip (aside from the fistfight with Booter over him stealing my whitefish. What a dick). The weather brought strikes, and a 14" bow that I battled for what seemed like 10 minutes, as we ran up, down and across the river. My nymphing and weighting was finally starting to produce.
After din, and getting the shit scared out of me by an air horn at the Happy Hour Bar (I have a sticker to show for it), we hit another new spot. This time, we were between the lakes. If you want to catch some sweet whitefish, fish here.
I found Booter after he had wandered off into the woods with a whitey (fish).
We headed back to the lodge for some more night fishing on the channels. Nymphs, the Wulff and a bugger all brought fish to my hand. If you were wondering if we actually caught any fish, I offer you proof. This was caught by Jazzy on his second ever cast of a mouse pattern.
Highlights of the day:
- The chick working the gas station
- Jazzy's mouse pig!
Day 5: The Pool, the Rocks & Whitefish Alley
Date: July 30, 2007
Location: Gallatin
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Before boarding our flights, we hit the Gal for one final F.A.G. rod session. Once again, Quick crushed them. Jazz was having fun fishing the Munny Hole. I fed the whiteys in Whitefish Alley, while Boot ran around fishing in other people's spots.
When the clock signaled the end of the game, Fruiter tossed rocks into the Munny Hole, to the great pleasure of Jazzer. Jazz drove us to the airport, and the Upper Midwest F.A.G.s flew home. Jazz fished for a bit more, but he'll have to tell you that story.
Highlights of the day:
- QD slaying them
- Jazzy and his Munny Hole
Day 1: Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner
Date: July 26, 2007
Location: Gallatin
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Xan
After a slight delay, QD and I landed in Bozeman to begin our adventure. We had a number of hours to kill before Jazz Hands and Booter were to land, so we went fishing.
I was able to get us to a spot Jazz and I had fished and camped at last year on the Gallatin. Here, the Gal is split into two streams, one slower channel and a faster one with a huge hole.
Quickdraw introduced himself to a double digit haul of MT trout. His inaugural MT experience was slaying the beasts, dead drifting a Bitch Creek and then a bugger. I was able to pick up a few after much effort nymphing.
We departed for some food and came back to a spot Booter and I had fished. Our short time on the river flew by as we then had to depart to pick up Jazz Hands, and then Fruit Booter. Soon, the F.A.G.s were all assembled, and we cuddled up in a fancy, old school inn. It was an impressive, old structure, straight out of Booter's favorite movie, Dirty Dancing.
Highlights of the day:
- QD slaying them
- QD pouring table salt on the shuffle puck table, fucking it up good
Day 2: I Can't Believe I Ate the Whole Thing
Date: July 27, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Quickdraw
Jazz Hands
Fruit Booter
Xan
After a good night of sleep and dog fighting jokes, we arrived at the Madison to fish (go figure) before checking into our next inn. Please enjoy very much this eye candy.
Highlights of the day:
- 1 celebrity sighting (Mr. Bill Devane on a drift boat)
- Fruit becoming part of local lore by inhaling a Den burger (locals were actually speaking of this the next day at the Den Bar)
Day 3: $3 Dolla, Make Ya Holla
Date: July 28, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 4
There is only one game in town for breakfast, and it was good.
We hit $3 Dollar to negotiate the boulders in the search of pigs. My nymphing thus far had been a disaster of unrealized drag and piddly fish. After a pep talk by Boot, I was able to start correcting my unwise ways and get some action. As I was too busy fishing to take many pictures, I offer you this photo of Boot on a rock.
Afterwards, we night fished by our lodging. The nice lady that ran the place had told us of the big browns that cruise the side channels at night. We had found two such channels and I was able to pull a couple nice fish with a Royal Wulff in the slow water.
Highlights of the day:
- 1 celebrity sighting (Mr. Bill Devane, looking at Booter and saying, "Doppler Radar!"
- Actually being able to see my dry fly on the water (and catching fish with it)
Day 4: They Mostly Come At Night, Mostly
Date: July 29, 2007
Location: Madison
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 6+?
We started the morning at a new spot near $3. I guess we didn't hike enough cause that spot sucked.
After breakfast, we decided to hit a spot near a popular boat launch. The water up from the launch was quite wade-able. A brief rain came down, and soon I was to have the fight of my trip (aside from the fistfight with Booter over him stealing my whitefish. What a dick). The weather brought strikes, and a 14" bow that I battled for what seemed like 10 minutes, as we ran up, down and across the river. My nymphing and weighting was finally starting to produce.
After din, and getting the shit scared out of me by an air horn at the Happy Hour Bar (I have a sticker to show for it), we hit another new spot. This time, we were between the lakes. If you want to catch some sweet whitefish, fish here.
I found Booter after he had wandered off into the woods with a whitey (fish).
We headed back to the lodge for some more night fishing on the channels. Nymphs, the Wulff and a bugger all brought fish to my hand. If you were wondering if we actually caught any fish, I offer you proof. This was caught by Jazzy on his second ever cast of a mouse pattern.
Highlights of the day:
- The chick working the gas station
- Jazzy's mouse pig!
Day 5: The Pool, the Rocks & Whitefish Alley
Date: July 30, 2007
Location: Gallatin
Air temp: 80s-90s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 3
Before boarding our flights, we hit the Gal for one final F.A.G. rod session. Once again, Quick crushed them. Jazz was having fun fishing the Munny Hole. I fed the whiteys in Whitefish Alley, while Boot ran around fishing in other people's spots.
When the clock signaled the end of the game, Fruiter tossed rocks into the Munny Hole, to the great pleasure of Jazzer. Jazz drove us to the airport, and the Upper Midwest F.A.G.s flew home. Jazz fished for a bit more, but he'll have to tell you that story.
Highlights of the day:
- QD slaying them
- Jazzy and his Munny Hole
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