On the river this morning

This morning Jen and I headed out to a local spot with our dog River. Jenny took a bunch of great pictures and I had a lot of fun. I decided that with all the hot weather we’ve been having I would put on a terrestrial, so I picked out a hopper pattern.

On the second cast a fish came up and nailed, but I could tell it was just a little guy. Then I saw a splash about 50 ft down the bank and headed towards. jenny and River were adventurous and made their way across the river without waders. They both got soaked. River was waiting patiently for my return:
River is wondering where I went

I waded down into the pool, and saw another rise. On the first cast there was a strike.
Tight Casting

It was a little creek chub:
A Creek Chub
Creek Chub Close-up

I fished this pool for a while and kept getting fish after fish.
Fish On

I caught the same creek chub twice, plus a couple others. I caught a blue gill. Then I ended up with this rock bass:
Rock bass

I worked my way down the river where I saw a nice pool around the bend.
Some local Fly Fishing

As I was casting across the river with the same hopper pattern that caught a bunch of fish already, there was a big rise two feet away from my fly. I tried for another ten minutes in this spot, and then finally a small mouth bass came up and took the hopper. It was a good fight for such a little guy. He jumped out of the water as I reeled him in, and when I got him in, he was only about 6 or 7 inches. Jen was too far away to get a picture, but this was definitely the highlight.

On my way back, Jen snapped a cool picture of me casting across the stream:
Casting under a tree

I have went out to the only trout stream in my area and have pretty much  got skunked every time this year.  I think I have more fun here catching almost ten fish in about an hour.

Fly Fishing is not just about fishing.

While I primarily go fly fishing just to be able to get away from a hectic lifestyle, I have been drawn into other aspects of Fly Fishing.  For instance, I tie my own flies and I recently bought an old bamboo rod I’d like to refurbish.

This got me thinking about how there are so many different things that are actually part of fly fishing.  I started to come up with all the different avenues leading to and from fly fishing and came up with this list.  I think I may eventually convert it into some type of chart.

Fly Tying
-Salt water flies
-Fresh water flies (trout, bass, pike, etc)



Rod Building
-Bamboo rods
-Graphite rods
-Fiberglass rods

Furled leader making

Vintage gear fishing and collecting

Fly Fishing Photography
Fly Fishing Painting
Fly Fishing Films

Fly Fishing Furniture making

Tool making – fly tying and fishing tools

Outdoors – getting to your spot
-Kayaking and Canoing
-Boat building

Fly Fishing Clothing

Fly Fishing Writing
-Online Bulletin Boards


I’m sure there is more…

Tozer Words of Wisdom

I read this yesterday morning.  It is some good words of wisdom from A.W. Tozer about organization within the church, and where our focus should be:

The average church has so established itself organizationally and financially that God is simply not necessary to it. So entrenched is its authority and so stable are the religious habits of its members that God could withdraw Himself completely from it and it could run on for years on its own momentum.

The Warfare of the Spirit, 9-11.

A few at the creek…

This morning, between the rain showers, I made it down to one of the only places that has trout in my area.  However, I did not see any trout.  I did catch a couple of little guys – a creek chub and a blue gill.  I had to finally practice some small stream tactics.

I did some roll casting, side casting, crouching, and hiding…

The best part is that I got to be on the water.

10 Things I learned on My Last Fishing Trip

10. Research pays off.

I know I drive my wife nuts because I am always looking at maps, or reading about how to read the water, or pretty much anything that has to do with fly fishing. But this research seems to intensify prior to trips because I feel fly fishing is like going to school. I think it is because I feel I have to prepare for the water to be successful. When you actually get out onto the water, what you learned may not even apply, but it gives you a basis of where to start.  When I was in school I had to study.

9. Maps don’t always help.

As we were looking for a place to fish on the AuSable North Branch, my map did not help at all. The next time I go, I am going to try and make notes about landmarks near access points. That way I have something to go by rather then a street name or an unmarked two-track.

8. Guide books really help.

The local Challenge Chapter of Trout Unlimited puts out detailed river guide books for Michigan rivers. They are worth every penny. Even some of the more generic books I’ve bought at least give access points on the rivers. Like my number 7 says, maps don’t always help.

7. The Biting Midge – aka The Most Annoying bug ever

I’m sure there is probably a more annoying bug somewhere, but I had never even heard of these things until this trip. As I stood on the banks of the Au Sable trying to get my line through the eye of a fly hook, my hands starting itching. Then my brain connected, and the itching was actually painful. I looked at my hands and there were about 5 to 6 black dots on each hand. They were causing the pain. I looked closely and squished one, and I could see a tiny speck of blood. These were tiny little black flies, and they were biting me.  You can read more about them here.

6. Let the water rest.

As my father-in-law and I fished near one of the drive-in access points, a group of 4 fisherman waded down the river, somewhat around our water. I was a little mad because I knew they scared the fish away, but they were polite and tried to pass as quickly as possible.

All the fish that had been rising were now gone. So, I kept working the same hole anways. My father-in-law took a break, and about 10 to 15 minutes later a fish came up to slurp a bug off the surface. A few minutes later… another one, and then another one. I turned around and casted towards the spot where the fish had come up, and caught a nice sized brown. I learned you have to let the water rest.

5. Read warning signs, but more importantly – think about them.

I had been wet wading up to my shins, and didn’t really want to get my clothes wet. There was a sign that said “WARNING: SOFT BOTTOM.” I figured I shouldn’t wade out too far, because based on this sign it was probably mucky. As I was casting, I snagged some weeds on the side of the bank. It was just out my reach, and without even thinking I stepped off the boat launch and into about three inches of water. I about flipped over as the lake bed gave way, and I was knee deep in muck. I should have thought about that sign a bit more. I’ve never seen a sign that said this before, but I should have intepreted it as: “WARNING: ANYWHERE YOU STEP IN THE LAKE COULD BE DANGEROUS BECAUSE THE LAKE HAS A SOFT BOTTOM… EVERYWHERE, EVEN RIGHT OFF THE SHORELINE.”

4. Hot sunny days are not the best time to catch fish.

Other than brookies, it seems like the trout I’ve seen rarely feed during the day. When I was at the Fly Factory in Grayling, the owner gave this piece of advice: “As soon as the first bird starts chirping in the morning, you should be on the water.” When I am on a fishing trip I should change my habits. So, instead of eating breakfast I should be fishing. Instead of eating dinner, I should be fishing. Instead of sleeping, I should be fishing. During the day when it is hot, I should relax along the river and maybe get a nap in then.  Or, maybe go eat at a nice air conditioned restaurant.

3. A two-mile hike really makes you appreciate anything you catch.

When I fished a nice tributary of the Au Sable, I had to hike a little over two miles to get there. I am typically not the hiking type of person, but I really enjoyed it. Even better was how much I appreciated the bugs I saw hatching off the water. And even more so yet, I appreciated the brookie I caught. Access close to the road is nice, but when you have to really work to get that one spot… it is even better.

2. Soft-hackled wet flies work really good.

Here is the picture of my soft-hackled wet fly doing the trick:
Picturesque Brookie
The reason I bought this fly is because of the most important thing I learned on this trip, which is…

1. Listen to the local fly shop’s advice.

I don’t like to ask for help – it is a problem I have.  I think maybe because it shows weakness. Along those lines, I’ve always been worried that some fly shops figure out that I am a newbie, and then feed me the most expensive stuff they can. I also feel bad because when I walk into a fly shop, I can’t buy half the stuff in there because it is out of my price range.

So, I usually plan on buying a handful of flies (which add up pretty quick), and my question to the shop is usually: “Can you recommend some flies for me to use?” If it is a good shop owner/worker, they’ll not only tell me what type of flies, but how to fish them, and if I am really lucky – where to fish them. If they don’t tell me the where part, I will usually ask a second question, something like “Is there any where I should not fish?” because many times there will be places to avoid because of rain, construction, or canoes. If I get an asnwer, then this will narrow my search down at least a little bit.

Local shops know the water, and really don’t have a reason to lead you too much astray. However, I am still suspicious that they don’t tell you exactly what you need to know, and reserve this information for the people paying to go on a guided trip.  But then again, I’m also paranoid.  If it wasn’t for Gates Lodge, I would not have caught any trout on the river.

Fished the Home Waters

Yesterday evening Jen and I got out for a couple hours and headed up to the “home waters” north branch. River started acting lake a mad man, running around and jumping in the river.

He was pretty interested in all the dragon flies that were buzzing around, and sometimes in the fish I was catching:
Caught one
I was watching the water, and noticed that there were actually fish rising. I was kind of surprised at this, and I put on a dry fly I tied myself and started casting across to the fish:
Fishing the North Branch

It ends up, there were a bunch of creek chubs coming up to eat bugs off of the surface. I started to catch a few little guys:
A Creek Chub

There were some folks fishing there as well with some pretty hefty lures, but they didn’t seem to have much luck. I moved on down the river past them and started catching blue gill on my same fly. I eventually got the fly stuck up in a tree and decided to head home with Jenny. River started to “dry off” in the volleyball court and you can watch our crazy dog do so: