Date: Oct 15, 2007
Location: p. trizzy
Air temp: low 50s, windy and Rainy
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: a few small bass
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Tim
QuickDraw
Well Tim and I headed out to the trizzy around 3 pm the weather was "cold and wet and windy". We proclaimed that the weather was officially "muskie weather". There was good feeling in the air, we could both feel it, if the muskie had to jump into the boat in order for us to catch them then dag nab it that's what they would do, this was the time and the place.
After donning our muskie gear, we headed down to to the lake, there was a moderate chop on the lake and a brisk gale blowin' through. I noted that the lake level had risen approximately 1 fathom(1 foot, fathom just sounded better in the real world 1 fathom equals 6 feet, but for purposes of this story 1 fathom equals 1 foot). we headed out to the center of the lake to set adrift whilst we set the rigging for hauling the monsters from the deep. We loaded the new sinking tip line on my reel and headed for the shelter of the cove. in short order we were casting. not a lot was going on, other than cold and wind, the fish knew something that we didn't. we set up on some long drifts, from one end of the cove to the other end of the "J-hole". after a few hours of doing this with only 1 decent bass in the boat(tim caught on a green streamer), we decided to re-rig with a trolling outfit, and hunker down. we cast our lines astern and hoped that they would come back to us in a fight. Shortly after we started the trawl my line exploded, there was a steady pull, followed by some large tugs, there was a bona fide monster on the end. I tried to play him very carefully as I could, trying not to disturb the beast. I knew there was something of size on the other end, we fought for about a minute when the Leviathan began to breach the surface. 'twas a large piker about a yard in length and he was nettled to say the least. Tim had the net at the ready, and Just when we thought that we had the better of him, he showed us his teeth and mad a turn to the deep, and liberated himself from my ensnarement.
Sometimes that's how the story ends, this is one of those times.
on the way home I picked up some chipotle, tried the carnitas for the first time, I thought they sucked, next time I'm sticking with the chicken.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Lay down your rods, and surrender to me
Date: September 29, 2007
Location: Upper and Warwick
Air temp: 60s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: Skunk
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Scotty Mac
Fruit Booter
Xan
To close off the (Wisconsin inland) trout season, we headed out to the Upper. Scotty Mac was making a rare appearance to one of our fish socials, so we made him drive.
The second weekend into the (early) season, Scooter caught a trout. Over six months later, with only six trips in that span, that stood as Scoot's only fish of '07. Much like President Bush, he took April, July and August off and spent time at the ranch. When pressed, he would exclaim that he "sucked." What, we don't know (the Senator involved was evasive, and is now trying to change his plea). What we do know, is you aren't gonna catch many fish if you only go six times.
The Curd River had not produced in recent weeks, so we decided to hit the Upper. According to vague information (I think someone read it online) we now hold as fact, the Upper holds impressive totals of fish per mile, in the ballpark of 4,000. They are smaller on average, but sometimes quantity trumps quality, usually when you're desperate.
The overcast, drizzly skies and forecasts of God's wrath gave us hope for a haul o' trout. We got skunked.
We decided to regroup and formulate a new plan. The decision was to head to the land of aggressive bows and chubs, the Warwick. We arrived at a familiar spot, determined to put Scooter on some trout. Making the short walk to a money run, we put him in place and set him to task. He made us proud.
The view from my sunglasses:
Scooty landing another one:
After we had fished out the run, we called it a season. And on the seventh trip, Scotty Mac landed trout.
A Season In Review:
- Quickdraw learning the arts of woolly buggery
- TP showing us the use of windshield wipers as rod holders
- The Great Flood (of the Early Season)
- Shady Grove
- New spots on the Curd and Warwick, exploring the Apple and V
- Walter from the V
- Ticks
- Success with mouse patterns
- Learning the double haul
- Beaver!
- Batman!
- Beer! (Fat Tire)
- Bozeman!
- The beginnings of the Great Muskie Hunt
- The Return of the Jazz Hands
- Smallies on the fly
- Raspberries and plums
- Jazz Hands catching ocean fish... and his head
- B-Chubnut, shaking it like he never left
- The retirement of the yeti suit
- First steelie on my line
Not a bad season.
Location: Upper and Warwick
Air temp: 60s
Water temp: ???
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: Skunk
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Scotty Mac
Fruit Booter
Xan
To close off the (Wisconsin inland) trout season, we headed out to the Upper. Scotty Mac was making a rare appearance to one of our fish socials, so we made him drive.
The second weekend into the (early) season, Scooter caught a trout. Over six months later, with only six trips in that span, that stood as Scoot's only fish of '07. Much like President Bush, he took April, July and August off and spent time at the ranch. When pressed, he would exclaim that he "sucked." What, we don't know (the Senator involved was evasive, and is now trying to change his plea). What we do know, is you aren't gonna catch many fish if you only go six times.
The Curd River had not produced in recent weeks, so we decided to hit the Upper. According to vague information (I think someone read it online) we now hold as fact, the Upper holds impressive totals of fish per mile, in the ballpark of 4,000. They are smaller on average, but sometimes quantity trumps quality, usually when you're desperate.
The overcast, drizzly skies and forecasts of God's wrath gave us hope for a haul o' trout. We got skunked.
We decided to regroup and formulate a new plan. The decision was to head to the land of aggressive bows and chubs, the Warwick. We arrived at a familiar spot, determined to put Scooter on some trout. Making the short walk to a money run, we put him in place and set him to task. He made us proud.
The view from my sunglasses:
Scooty landing another one:
After we had fished out the run, we called it a season. And on the seventh trip, Scotty Mac landed trout.
A Season In Review:
- Quickdraw learning the arts of woolly buggery
- TP showing us the use of windshield wipers as rod holders
- The Great Flood (of the Early Season)
- Shady Grove
- New spots on the Curd and Warwick, exploring the Apple and V
- Walter from the V
- Ticks
- Success with mouse patterns
- Learning the double haul
- Beaver!
- Batman!
- Beer! (Fat Tire)
- Bozeman!
- The beginnings of the Great Muskie Hunt
- The Return of the Jazz Hands
- Smallies on the fly
- Raspberries and plums
- Jazz Hands catching ocean fish... and his head
- B-Chubnut, shaking it like he never left
- The retirement of the yeti suit
- First steelie on my line
Not a bad season.
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