2016 was a decent year for trophy fish

2016 kind of sucked emotionally, financially and personally.  Lost my last Grandparent, 95 years young and a heck of a strong woman, lost my dog, best friend and best fishing buddy of 14 years, lost my wife, my house and a lot of money.  With being separated from my wife (but not my son), I've fished about as much in the last year as ever before.  If it wasn’t for fishing and hunting and the love for my son, I’d be in an institution, a bottle or dead or all three by now.  Here's how it went down in pics.  Stories still to be told;

Last winter was a brutal one, but 4x4 and some determination got things done;

January-Feb 2016 is peak musky time on a few major tribs to the Chesapeake.  Got stuck bad at the boat ramp shortly after snow megeddon but it was after we landed two nice fish, including my friends first which was a giant so the two hour wait at the boat ramp for the tow truck was no big deal.  Kind of thought this might happen so made sure I had cell service and a known tow truck business in the back of my mind.  It worked, just took a while.  Made it home about the time I would have been home if it were a summer evening fishing trip.    

 

 

Later in February we did almost the exact same thing.  It snowed again, we drove down the hill to the boat ramp, we fished, and got into multiple fish in 32 degree water, literally casting under ice bergs and I broke off a fish that dwarfed the one above my friend is holding.  The fish even went air born…. In 32 degree water?!  I think they like the winter.  Turns out I had a small knick on one of my guides.  A quick visit or two to Back Yard Custom rods got me back in business.  Plus a dozen other rods that have been collecting dust over the years were brought back to life.  Cool business and even nicer guy.  That fish still haunts me though. I had no idea the knick in the guide was there and I just respooled with 80 pound power pro.  Oh, we made it up the hill no problem during the snow.  Getting chains and a winch for this year.  I’m not scared. 

 

 The trout will bite okay in dead of winter too, especially on spring creeks that have a constant or close to constant temperature.  Stuck a few decent browns on Fishing Creek near Lamar Pa on a day trip.

 

March 2015

As soon as it gets warm and March is on the Calendar you have to try and hit the perch run.  It was a nice weekend day, made the 1.5 hour drive to the eastern shore to a spot that has produced and managed to fish with some old friends and legends.  All the light tackle “force” gurus were in attendance, Phil, Shawn, Rich, … to name a few and it was a day of perch catching.  Football size perch, the biggest I’ve ever seen.  Kept just under a limit for my son and I but could have and did catch well over a limit and gave them a hot oil bath.  Oh… each fillet had worms in the meat.  Ate them anyway, cut most of them out, ate the rest.  I Will not waste a good fish.  We had a blast with ultra light rods, bobbers or just jigs, rigged in tandem or alone.  Even got into some pickerel with little effort.  Awesome stream, great Maryland tradition that I plan on keeping. Free dietary supplements too. 

 

 

 

 

Early March brought some insanely nice weather and kicked every fishery into high gear.  The walleye bite downtown turned on strong.  I was hitting it before work most days well inside the gorge with a mile plus hike in.  Even met a few other die hards that were a lot better at the technique than I was.  With these kind of temps would the shad show up early?  I tried the tidal waters early in March for shad but no luck, even with 50 degree water.  The largemouth were on the prowl though.  Spinner baits, cranks, jigs, all seemed to work well.

 

 

The bluegill bite in the ponds was fantastic in early March.  Bluegill, aka, the gateway drug.

 

No the shad didn’t show up in early March with the magic 50 degree number.  The shad showed up on queue like they always do, March 25^th, high tide.  It was also “Rocking” that day.  Even White shad joined the party.  On march 25^th?!!  And not just on the Potomac.  The susky had a decent showing of white shad in March!  Don’t believe me?  See the pic.  For the last week of March and first week of April offered some of the best of the best . Just in time for Ryans spring break.  Catfish to 60 pounds, stripers to 40, and a few well bigger on my own…. It blew up everywhere from the susky, to the plants, to the open catch and release areas.  It was clock work awesome fishing and we didn’t get rained out once.  I say it every year.  Even if I lived in the keys or Timbucktu or Kamchatka, I’d still come back to Maryland for April. 

Ryan stuck the first shad on March 25^th.  I was so proud of him.  But still tough to keep him interested.  He got spoiled quick.  If it wasn’t a fish every cast, he got discouraged.  It was that good.  Oh, and he also got the first of these giants?!

 

 

Two at a time fly rod style on March 26^th.  When the getting is good, you leave work and school.  Period. 

 

Spring break time

 

 

 

 

White shad slammin in March!

How about some catfish?

60 plus and Ryan did all the work.  Except when it got near shore.  Then I did all the work.  Got stuck in the mud, slipped on the rocks.  Cut my leg pretty bad.  But who cares, kids loved it and this thing was a giant. 

 

Spring break continued, more of these.  Had a school near a mile long for three days.  Jigs, cranks, bait, it didn’t matter. 

 

More of the same…..

 

 

 

I got out on my own a night or two on some other areas.  Never seen the flats banging with big fish like this in March!?!  If I told you how many I got over 40 you wouldn’t believe me.  It was on for about a week, actually a little less depending upon where you went. 

Didn’t have a camera man.  Had to release fish quickly.  Fresh spool of 150 yards of 80 pound braid, bran new reel…. A few wraps of line left on the spool I finally turned her.  They don’t get much bigger.  36” girth and well…. long too. 

 

Then we had a little slow down during second week of April.  Not sure why.  Smaller stripers mostly and more blue catfish than you could possibly imagine.  Jig and crank bait eating fools they be.  Countless fish to 30 pounds on artificial.  I was begging for reprieve.  Hands cut to shreds, tackle getting low.  Time for some trout fishing, some fineness.  6x tippet please, had to get away from the tackle testing giant turd rolling invasive catfish.  Had schools of catfish crashing on herring like ocean migrant stripers off cape henry just a short while ago? 

 

 

Trout fished some, nothing special.  Missed the best hatches already.  Back to the flats for the last 10 days of april.  Another date in the spring run that you could set your clock to.  Hit them on the way in, hit them on the way out.  Stella, insane, top water glory days of the early 2000’s.  Here’s a small sampling and a 50 on a top water plug! 

 

 

 

May…. Time for the surf.  Sure why not.  I like the ocean.  Most of the big fish are gone except those playing in the MSSA tournament.  Don’t like to troll, would rather pull a 5 gallon jug around a bathtub on a brook stick.  Ran down to hit the last of the run leaving the bay and hitting the flats around the barrier islands.  Oh, there’s also giant bull reds there.  Wind was a major factor though.  But there were fish.  Saw a popular sight casting guide come and check on me from time to time.  25mph winds and I’m in a 16’ boat, 30 HP yami, 6 gallons of gas.  I’m in protected waters, inside the barrier islands.  Or beach bound.  Need to watch the tide though. 

 

 

This is a “small” red.  Some bigger ones made it boat side.  Too difficult in that current to get a decent pic.  I think I saw 4 other fishermen the whole time.  Burned 4 gallons of gas, got a few big stripers and reds, countless skates, all in 24 hours. Slept in truck and made it to my sons basketball game the next day. 

 

June

Well, back to musky now that the spawn is over.  Stuck my first on a fly rod, 9wt, 80 pound shock leader, 9” articulated streamer, first cast in this one spot.  Fish released well. 

 

Stuck a few more little musky in June but it got too warm too quick.  Don’t want to target them with water temps over 80 degrees, it could be lethal.  These are all natural fish so this is all we have.

 

Then Goshen summer camp with my son for his first long camping trip as a cub scout. 

 

Yes of course we did some fishing.  That lake is LOADED with giant carp.  I mean loaded.  Corn, corn and more corn is needed next year.  Lost a rod because we weren’t paying attention and the boys were goofing off.  But did some awesome hiking, swimming and sight seeing.  Beautiful place.  Decent smallmouth water too near by. 

 

 

Left Goshen and drove straight to Canada for a few days.  It was early July now and the bass would be just coming off the spawn on Lake Ontario.  Incredible smallmouth fishing.  Yea yea Lake Erie is where it’s at right?  Well, I assure you there’s nothing wrong with Lake Ontario either.  Giant smallies near shore, easy to get to.  Later in the summer, not so much. 

 

Literally the first two casts off the dock. 

 

A few days later……

A 22” behemoth smallmouth.   I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this big.  You can imagine the girth.  My son is 4’11 at 9 years old at the time.  He never lets me real in my fish. 

Action shot.  Got lucky.  That’s lake Ontario, while wading with the boat on the trailer behind the camera man.   That’s Amerherst Island in the back ground, near the mouth of the famous Bay of Quinte. 

 

July was back to dink stripers on the bay.  Joined the fleet near the Magothy with our tiny tin boats and didn’t do very well.  But put some kids on fish. 

 

Tried some crabbing.  Hottest day of the year.  First time with a trot line.  DISASTER.  Got three crabs in 6 hours.  Went and supported the local water men. 

 

Got injured while fishing… twice.  First was an ingrown toe nail while wading.  Took a month to heal.  Then I’ve had this on going pain in my wrist from jigging for years.  Turns out carpal tunnel and a torn tendon.  F surgery.  Will deal with it later.  Cortisone shot and I’m 80%.  Slowed me down… kind of.   

 In the dead heat of the summer there's a myth about the silver king making an appearance at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay.  It's more than a myth.  More than a few people I know have jumped and even landed them.  The temperature has to be unbearable, the flies are so bad they can bite through clothing, even denim... and the place is infested with sharks.  Scary infested.  There's miles upon miles of salt marsh islands with a labyrinth of mazes and cut channels snaking their way through the islands.  Over some trial and error, you can explore and often times get lucky with a tarpon or two encounter.  I did it several times just before my son was born.  But then gave it up for 10 years.  This  trip I was hindered by the wind which makes the back bays muddy or at the very least significantly impacts visibility.  This area can and often does look like the everglades or the keys at times with the right conditions.  About as beautiful and untouched as you can get and it's only 3 hours from DC?!  I managed a few sea trout, aka weakfish some shark and even hooked up with a decent cobia but pulled the hook.  No tarpon for me again.  One of these years...... 

I'm miles inside one of these maze channels.  At low tide the mud flats get exposed and there are oysters for as far as the eye can see. 

 

Here's a little guy.  About the only thing that can feed well when the water gets turbid.  There are much, much larger buddies lurking everywhere back here.  They provide plenty of sport and fight if the tarpon don't show. 

 

 

Back to Canada in August in search of the world record musky.  Fished the st lawerence and the famous Ottawa river.  Word to the wise, get a guide.  I’ve done this on my own for ten years and only just finally broke my Canadian musky cherry.  I’ve caught way bigger back home.  Had other encounters, lost fish, close calls like always. Probably what keeps me coming back.  Kids had fun messing with perch at the dock.

 

 

September is a busy time.  Ryan’s first true love is football.  Multiple practices and games every week.  He’s starting QB and can out throw most adults I know.  He has a rather impressive arm.  Look out for him because if he doesn’t make it a fishing pro, that’s because he’s gone on with football. 

 

But we got out some in September, just after a different kind of quarry.

A friend of mine and I decided to take my 16’ lund down to CBBT one weekend in September/early October for the red drum run.  None of this bait and wait or trolling jazz.  I wanted to jig em up and they were there like clock work on the pilings on the shoals.  Landing them… well, that wasn’t easy.  Same drill as we used to do in the fall winter, 1.5oz heads, 10 inch BKD or similar, smelly jelly, 30 pound leader, 30 pound braid and when you hook up, you will need 30 pounds of drag too to keep them out of the pilings.  Haven’t figured that part out too well yet.  Sleigh rides are fun.

Early October went pond hopping with perfect spring like conditions for GIANT bass putting on the fall feed.  Got some kids their first and likely their biggest. 

 

We caught 4 fish like this in less than an hour!  Skinny fish for some reason.  But they sure were hungry.

 

 

Sometimes you just need to go trout fishing for a fish that's as large as some of the lures I throw.  There's just something right about it.  Something pure. The pursuit is everything.  Very self gratifying.  Picture yourself on a narrow spring creek with gin clear low October water levels. Stealth is key and crawling and knee walking as if you are putting a stalk on a mature buck.  Watching a 10" stream born brown come up from the depths to inspect your fly, behaving as if he is reading the manufacture's autograph and flipping the fin to you as he turns away like someone flipping you the bird, is an experience that never gets old.  Connecting, albeit only small, or even not connecting with a fish, still makes it worth it.  The simplicity of it or the technicality of it is so enticing and luring, that it keeps you coming back for more. 

 

Here's an early October brown from a local spring creek.  This day I fished a couple hours and managed to put 5 fish in the next from 6 to 12 inches including an encounter with something in the 20 inch category.  Can't beat that for an autumn afternoon after work adventure.

  

There are so many choices in October it's not even funny.  Duck hunting, deer hunting, steelhead, salmon, smallmouth, musky... but striped bass top water fishing in the shallows is always a necessity in early October....  October is also known as "Rocktober."  I took off an hour early from work one afternoon and towed the skiff to Kent Island.  There are several perfect points, rips and ideal shoreline structure within a few hundred yards of the bridge that hide some impressive striped bass this time of year.  It's not uncommon to get into a dozen fish up to 12 or even 15 pounds on 7wt fly rods with surface flies in that last hour of light in October?!  or spinning rods and a spook or surface popper.  The surface explosion from a 20 inch three pound striped bass will always entertain.  But when that 30 inch ten pound or 40 inch 25 pound fish comes calling, it's an eye opening experience to say the least.  In deeper water rockfish will bull dog fight you and try and stay deep.  But in the shallows, they have no where to go but up.... then out.  So they often go air born.  On this day however, the shallows weren't quite on yet.  I thought I could just spend an hour in the open bay areas of Eastern Bay or the Chester and return to the points and rips at sun down.  I'd look for birds and follow the channel contours looking for bait.  As soon as I crossed the channel I saw surface activity.  There's a large swirl, then another.  The fish finder was blacked out at this point.  The bait fish extended from the surface to the bottom and rockfish were crashing the party.  However, the pods of predators were on the move.  At first I was on them but lost them.  It took 20 to 30 minutes to locate a decent size school again and when I did, it was on just about every cast for the next two hours with fish up 13 pounds and 33 inches.  Top water got it done, swim shads, jigs and skinny plastics, fly rod, it didn't matter.  Most of the fish were high in the water column or suspended and feeding on peanut bunker.  The birds on the bait and fish were not the little "Liar" birds or terns.  These were the larger gulls.  When you see this pattern, it's almost always big fish on big bait.  It would be tough to beat that kind of fishing action anywhere in the country at that moment.  Absolutely incredible action for a solid two hours until the sun set below the horizon.  The fish kept working shallower too all the way to 12 feet with a school several acres in size.  It stayed that way for the next two weeks too but I wasn't able to get back over there for a variety of reasons.  Truly epic fishing.  Rocktober at its finest and only 1.2 hours from home.  Kept my first limit of the year, a nice 33" and a 26" plump October rockfish, aka striped bass.

 

 

 

November had me all over the planet.  November 1 I took the morning off from work to climb a tree.  First time this year on this one site on my own.  I'm rattling hard at first light to some chasing off in the distance.  A few minutes later I glance over my shoulder and a nice 8 pt buck is making  a scrape not but 30 yards behind me.  He proceeds to walk right under me with every hair on his body standing up.  I pierced his heart from 15 yards and had a 30 yard tracking job.  Incredibly exiting and you just can't bottle that kind of adrenaline. 

My grandmother passed away in England a few days later.  We knew she was not doing well but this isn't something you plan for.  Off on a plane.  Saw some family and mostly had a good time at a sad time.  I packed a suit, One or two changes of underwear, jeans, waders, boots, fly rod, fly boxes and a bunch of pike stuff.  Pike are very prevalent there and they show up in the strangest of places. A 20 pound pike could be in a 4 foot wide spring creek covered with water cress and shallow 3 inch riffles.  This is their home native water and they are the top predator.  They are mostly seen as a nuisance species there, rarely fished for.  People would rather "sport" fish with long rods, spider threat thin fishing line, floats rated to .0005 grams that can detect a fish breathing on the line.  They even use electronic bite detectors.   We mostly fished the river Itchen with my cousin's husband and son who's the same age as my son.  This kid is a fishing machine too.  All that I've done has rubbed off on him.  We spent a few nights tying flies together and he's good, darn good.  He's the British spitting image of my son except he plays Rugby instead of "American" football and his first love is fishing.  This kid thoroughly enjoys it where as my son I kind of force it on him sometimes and that's a mistake.     The river Itchen has been fished by people for thousands of years.  The romans reconstructed channels here and were the first people to design flood control. The  Brown trout in the river are pure as they get from their historic place of birth.  Never been stocked and have more than a PHD in avoiding fishermen.  But I tricked a few and even managed my first grayling ever, on a dry fly no less.  But maggots under floats worked well too.  My cousin even got his first Atlantic salmon! 

 

 English proper carp fishing, notice the electronic bite detector on the line.

 

An atlantic salmon, spawned out, miles and miles from the ocean in a stream about as wide as a pick up truck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The trip to England was short lived.  I had work to get back to and fishing of course.  Had my annual steelhead trip booked with my best friend up in Michigan.  It didn’t disappoint. Insanely huge steelhead on the hard to get to spots. This kind of trip takes a great deal of planning and trial and error.  When done right, you can score.  A little luck helps too.  We stumbled upon a pod of record size steelhead on the last day.  The first day we floated with a guide, a 20 year old who had a 20 year old canoe.  We found him, he was dirt cheap, hadn’t made it big yet, XXL Chrome Chasing.  We crushed the fish the first day.  Skunked the second.  And found gold, I mean silver on the third on our own.  Double digit fish numbers and double digit heavy weights.  We fished the Pere Marquette (sucked) and the Manistee (dead) but found a few out of the way no name rivers that paid dividends.  My all time favorite fish is a steelhead, then musky, then striped bass.  Can’t you tell?  Happy holidays and happy new year.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Planning in the time of plenty

Fall, fall is fabulous.  I feel metro staying that word but it's amazing.  Don't have time to write much right now but I'm in sportsman's heaven.  The rut for deer is about to kick off.  Lots of rubs and scrapes in the woods right now.  Some chasing and road side collisions sky rocketing.  As soon as this full moon subsides it will be game on for day time fights, chases, rubs and hopefully dirt naps. 

But there's also fishing.  I'm trying to plan a weekend trip.  Yes, this weekend, you know in three days.  I'm torn all over the place.  The salmon river is stupid loaded with king salmon.  People too but there are plenty of fish to go around.  We usually like to go this time of year or later in October because of early steelhead and less crowds.  Most people are up river chasing and fighting over spawned out white flag salmon when there's usually good numbers of steelhead down low with very few fishermen.  Well, this year very few steelhead have entered the river.  Something is happening to these fish.  Two years ago saw insane numbers and then this massive die off in early fall.  They blamed it on this thiamine (vitamin B) deficiency from eating too much alewife (baitfish) that is affecting the fish.  But that makes no sense because they are obviously healthy when the enter the river.  It's happening in the river where these fish experienced a major die off two Fall's ago.  last year saw poor numbers and it's looking the same this year.  Okay before I research the topic too much, lets just talk fishing. 

There are tons of king salmon in the salmon river this year.  Insane amounts and they keep coming in too so these are still fresh fish. Yes they bite rarely, usually are "lined" or "flossed" accidentally or purposely, even by the best equipped, best dressed orvis or Simms guides and models.  But they are still fun.  They fight like a freight train, backing sightings are regular and it's on like donkey kong.  The river is dead low, but not too low.  Still plenty of flow when compared to other rivers.  It makes it easier for the snaggers to clear out the river but there are thousands of fish.  Now is the time.  A sick day tomorrow would be awesome.  but for a king you ask?  If only the river would fill like that with high flying steelhead?!  It was almost like that two years ago.  A run of steelhead similar to a salmon run in Mid October.  It can happen but if it were going to happen we would have noticed more steelhead in with the salmon.  The whole safety in numbers theory.  Sure there were some but not many.  95% kings it seems over the last few days/weeks when typically steelhead make up a decent percentage.  Yes, I'm only an internet expert fishermen and don't have first hand knowledge but if you knew how much time I spend looking and reading different reports from guides, residents and hardcore fishermen, you'd understand. 

So, there's the salmon thing out of the way.
Then there's Lake Erie steelhead.  The Cattaraugus, arguably the "Crown jewel" of steelhead alley is at historic lows almost.  100cfs as I type this but that's still fishable that's for sure.  Other erie tribs are piss trickles at best but guess what?!!! Rain is on the way.  The streams will rise and "run silver" once again.  The chrome is a coming.  THe last few years Erie area has sucked later in the year.  Most fish are fall runners.  So now might be the time to rock it.  Hit it right after a high water event in late October and it will blow your mind the number of steel that will run those normally piss trickle streams.  The slate bottom streams will flash flood,l fill with water, blow out and look like milky coffee for the first 24 hours and then majically clear to that "big fish green" color and offer up some of the most fantastic steelhead/rainbow fishing found anywhere on the plannet for about 24 hours.  Then it will be low and gin clear again.  Back to the bathtub unnatural BS fishing the place is used to.  But plan that 24 hour window and you''ll be studying Mayan calendars every day of your life from this point forward trying to repeat that day again.  Steelhead bliss is ... well... awesome.  Nothing like it. 

Sure the surf fishing in Lake Erie an Michigan is pretty good right now for steelhead too.  You need a Leeward wind coming from your back as you cast into the lake.  Anything else there will be big waves and muddy water near shore.  With a south wind, clear calm water and steelhead will be so thinck they will bump into your legs as often as the sea of leaves will.  Pretty cool expirence and you can't get any fresher than hooking them in the lake. 

Oh... then there's the Chesapeake Bay this weekend.  It's off the hook, "RockTober" is here in full effect.  I went yesterday afternoon and mangled them.  Found fish in their typical fall pattern of near the mouth of a major river feeding on bait near the surface.  most of the time the bait is small, like bay anchovies about one inch log.  That's when the birds chasing the bait and the fish are tiny.  But find those peanut punker who should be about 4 inches long now and you'll find the "regular grade" fish hunting them.  I stumbled upon really good numbers of fish yesterday in a 3 hour trip north of Kent Narrows.  I went down for the usual early fall asesome top water explosions I'm used to getting in the shallows this time of year.  Many a big fish over 30" as summersaulted over a popper this time of year hiding on shoreline structure. But figured I had some time before sunset and looked in deeper water first before hunting the shallows at sunset.  I found a few birds in 50 feet and some bait and sure enough a huge school of stripers.  They eventually seemed to work shallower and shallower and the afternoon turned into evening and fish were everywhere over a 1/2 mile area feeding on bunker on the channel edge 26 foot contour.  Every now and then they'd surface and the splashes like kids doing cannon balls off the diving board that would pave the way to quality surface and sub surface action of fish from 22" to 33".  Awesome fishing.  I needed that bad.  I had a very slow summer on the bay this year.  I Don't like chumming for dink summer fish (will do it for spring and winter giants though) and didn't connect on much on the few times I tried mid to upper bay this summer.  but I sure made up for it yesterday.  it's on in a big way.  The weather shows no signs of changing this warm global warming craziness, water temps are perfect in mid to upper 60's and the fish are chowing down.  Go gettem...

Just where will I end up this weekend?  Probably in a tree then on a bleacher watching my son's football and hopefully connected to a fish on Sunday/Monday.  Just what species....I couldn't tell you.  Heck I could do musky close, or musky far?  The st. Lawerence is known for producing world records in the fall and I could make it there even.  Just got a new Transmission in the SUV, time to break her in.  400k miles here I come. Just got the pass from the boss, my actual boss.  The woman boss and I are done for now.  Too much fishing maybe, I made true trout bum status.  Who knows but I can tell you I could write for days of all the fishing trips I've done this year.  Insane.  One of my best years yet. Spring was insane.  Numerous giants on top water.  Ryan scored multiple fish too.  I fished more this past year while separated than I have since college days.  Incredible year.  more to come on that later....

Latley as in July 2015

Lately as in July 2015

This summer has offered up some incredible fishing for my neck of the woods.  I’m going to try and keep this short but there’s so much to tell.  The fishing in the upper bay has been red hot since early June.  Of course I didn’t get on the bite till about mid June and stuck with it for over a month.  Mid bay, bay bridge area.  First I found them suspended over deep water like down 20 feet over 50 feet on the channel edge.  Then I’d found them even shallower on the ledge in 25 feet.  Then I just couldn’t go wrong.  It was incredible on a few evenings in July with a good outgoing tide.  But I must say for some reason I always seemed to hit it at the end of the outgoing and still struck pay dirt.  The basic rig was to jig long skinny plastics like 7 inch zoom super flukes on 3/4oz jig heads on light braided line like 14# with a 25 pound tippet.  With light line like that the jig sinks about 2 feet per second or maybe more like 1.8 feet if you wanted to get really technical.  I’d basically mark fish suspended near bait fish schools, cast out and give it a long 4 count and start jigging.  At 4 seconds my jig should be roughly 10 feet down but continues to sink as I retrieve it.  This way I didn’t go through the fish or below the fish I was marking.  I like an erratic retrieve with a sharp, fast jigging action, picking up slack every time after the jig.  Hits almost always happen on the fall and you have to be ready with a swift hook set.  The fly rod also got some play with sinking line that’s supposed to sink 8 inches per second, 9wt full sinker.  For suspended fish, when there are a lot of fish I might add, the fly rod is not a bad tool for the job.  But nothing can compare to the efficiency a jig will get down to those fish.  If you want numbers, stick with the light spinning or bait casting rod.  But to change things up, a fly rod will do wonders too.  Two Friday’s ago I went out with my old college roommate in his vintage 1980’s aluminum 16’ boat with an old 65 horse merc on the back.  The motor won’t run well at low speeds but does quite well at ¾ throttle. Of course boat wake and typical bay chop beat us up pretty well but wow did we find the fish holding on well-known structure just north of the bay bridge.  We had plenty of company and most people were catching well.  Hankey was blown away how well the jigging rod worked.  Forget the chum he even said.    I went out again on July 18^th with a 10-15mph South wind, combined with hundreds of other pleasure boaters and every charter boat in the fleet.  What was I thinking?  I crossed the bay in that crap.  But got on the fish again. This time they were hugging the pilings pretty tight and the jig had to be close to the bottom near the top of the pilings.  Or the up current side of the pilings.  There will be a current break down stream of the piling but also just upstream of them, just like a boulder on a trout stream.  The hydraulics of the water pushing around the structure, boulder, bridge piling creates a nice little pocket just up current of said structure.  Well, they were there and sunset with a good incoming tide was the ticket again.   So, I’ve got a enough striped bass in my freezer to give me mercury poison ten fold.  I’ve eaten striped bass two or three times a week in the last month.  Probably because I also just bought my first deep fryer.  Healthy? Probably not.  Even though I had all this fresh fish I still thawed out a packet of frozen fish dated July 2013?! Cut the freezer burn off, dipped it in egg white, flour and some Cajun seasoning and it was a hit for all my neighbors the other day.  Don’t tell them it was the 2 year old fish.  I had some and it was probably my best batch yet.  I’ve been pretty good about releasing the larger fish and keeping the smaller fish… to some degree.  Of course on July 4^th we were staying at a friends on Kent Island and I needed a lot of meat for a lot of people so elected to keep the biggest fish.  This fish would rival anything April on the Potomac could offer.  What’s going on?  Some of these fish still had sperm sacks, large sperm sacks inside of them.  All males and big ones at that.  But for some reason the rest of the bay is void of these fish.  Why are they all above the bridge?  What’s wrong with the water elsewhere?  Why is every charter boat running miles upon miles to the same area to put their clients on fish?  Well because there are fish there.  Or were.  This past weekend’s results were a fraction of what it was two weeks ago. 

July 10th 2015, Two bigguns to hand at once.  Both fish were 35 inches.  Is this April on the flats or July in the upper bay?  I'm confused? 

 July 10th again. Here's a 33 inch fish that broke through a 50 year old net just as we lifted it out of the water.  I knew that net was useless but after losing our first nice fish when I tried to lip it, Hankey wasn't having it. 

Same night. 

July 4th 2015 biggun. 

 

Fly rod light line July 4th fish under the fireworks.  Fish released. 

Loaded up for a quick trip to the bay for a night.  I pack light. 

June 22, 2015 limit.  Insane fishing.  Probably at its peak, before the word got out too much. Many more 30 inch fish came to hand that night.

 

Some nice fish on the fly rod too from June 22, 2015.

 

 

 

Because of the hot striper bite I’ve done very little musky fishing.  We were plagued with crazy amounts of rain in June.  The full moon in June fell around June 2 and it was cloudy the entire time.  John C and I floated 8 miles in complete darkness on the hottest musky moon of the year and were skunked?!  It was jet black out with no moon from the cloud cover.  But of course we hooked up at the take out.. twice.  Once when we dropped the car off early in the evening and again at 3am when we got back to the car.  Same fish?  Who knows but he got off both times.  But I did score a musky in mid June on a quick trip on my own just prior to one of the strongest thunderstorms I’ve ever seen.  The radar showed pink, purple, green blue, red, all at once about to unleash hell on me and this fish hit Mr. Whiggley just feet from the boat.  Even with that single treble hook in the head of the bait, the fish was hooked well.  It blasted the bait in plain sight just as I started the figure 8.  Awesome take, and a darn good fight for a “small” fish.  I was happy.  But it was my only musky in june.  My third musky of the year out of about 40 hours effort in total.  I’ve had a few complete skunks this winter and spring/summer.  The river is pretty much off limits until it cools down for me.  But my Canada trip is coming up with the full moon in August.  Hopefully I can kill a 9 year skunk on the mighty st. Lawrence.  No that was not a typo, I’ve been skunked 9 years in a row.  Yea, I’ve hooked and seen fish every year but just can’t seal the deal.  Get a guide young man, get a guide damn it.  But I just won’t.  Save some money.. yea right. 

June 20th musky on Mr. Whiggley

 

 

 

 

What else…. It’s hot, damn hot.  The hottest day of the year with temps in the high 90’s fell the last two days, July 20, 2015 and 19^th.  The humidity put the “feel” temps well above 100.  Sweat pours down your back as soon as you get out of the truck and it almost feels like a dog tick crawling down your crack.  So what do you do?  You go trout fishing just outside the beltway on a tailwater fishery no one knows about.  Water temps 5 miles downstream of the dam are still below 70 degrees?!  I had 65 degrees at my one favorite pool today in an area that hasn’t been stocked with trout in decades.  The cool water acts like an air conditioner and it’s quite pleasant.  The water is at or near low summer flows and gin clear.  At first I tried fishing an ant from far downstream to try and not spook the pool.  But you inevitably end up walking up on the pool to fish the head of it, knowing full well that the best part of the pool is the root wad in the tail end of the pool.  But no one wanted my dry there so I found myself right on top of the fish.  I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of a perfect red stripe just hovering motionless within a rods length of my feet.  One of the nicest trout I’ve seen in this stream was sitting right next to me!  I do a half hearted roll cast and plop the beetle on its head.  The fish just floats back downstream as my size 16 terrestrial passes over its head.  I tried that about a dozen times till I pushed the fish almost out of the pool.  Darn!!  So I take a far cast to the head of the pool but the whole time I’m watching this fish behind me, not paying any attention to my fly.  I know it’s now started to slowly sink but figured I’d still see a tiny dimple on the surface when a fish took.  Well, I didn’t.  I go for another cast and I’m hooked up.  This fish is no joke either.  They are incredibly strong in this tiny stream.  The fish takes line, goes instinctively for the undercut and I try to put the brakes on.  That doesn’t work with 6x tippet.  Did I ever say how much I hate 6x tippet.  There goes that fish.  I felt pissed off for losing the fish but I also felt kind of bad leaving a fly in its mouth.  These are my pet fish.  This is my go to spot, maybe 5 miles below the dam.  I could almost name each of these fish.  Well, maybe not because today I saw probably 8 individual fish that us trout fishermen would consider adults in the 10 to 12 inch size, not including the behemoth 15 incher that eluded me.  I later fished a small brassie off a dropper behind a large beetle.  The black beetle vanished in the water, even if it was a size 14.  It didn’t work well as a strike indicator but I saw the trout move towards where I thought the nymph was drifting and just pause.  It made this move towards something so I just set the hook thinking just maybe it took the fly.  Yep.  Fish on!  A few cartwheels later the fish runs near the bottom and wraps the tippet on the only stick stuck in the bottom and the beetle snags the f…ing stick.  Yep, two fish broken off.  Time for redemption now.  Backed off to 5x, put on the old faithful cone head woolly bugger and hooked up on the second cast and finally got one to hand.  Nice one hour lunch break I’d say.  Later I checked the water temps a few miles further downstream and it only rose a couple degrees.  Still in that comfortable range for trout survival of 69 or 70 degrees.  80 is lethal, 70’s isn’t great but doable.  It sure would be nice to make that whole stretch a catch and release stream again.  Or just keep it to myself.  One of these days I’m going to get that 15 incher and I’d expect there are even larger fish in there somewhere.  Forget the gunpowder or the north branch.  Why drive that far for similar size fish when I have that in my back yard?  My own little St. Vrain in the middle of suburbia.   

 

What else…. Oh.. the bass ponds are fishing well.  Even in muddy water after one of the strongest rainstorms we’ve seen in 5 years the fish cooperated for Ryan and me a few weeks ago.  Dark colored stick worms did the trick.