End of the Year Fish

 

Given that the number of fish (or lack therof) Austin and I caught the last time we fished the Bluestone we wanted to take another shot at it while we both still had some time off of work.  This time the water was a little more manageable.  It was about a foot lower than what it was on our previous trip and had less stain.  Spinners and jigs were the weapons of choice.  Austin had particular success with a neon pink jig he calls "Pink Sexy." Pink Sexy is one of those ace in the hole lures that Austin breaks out from time to time, usually with great success.  I ended up catching nine fish that day and Austin caught ten.  A couple of milestones were met on this trip.  With the fish Austin caught this day he ended the year catching 1,111 fish in 2011.  I, on the other had, caught another 4lb rainbow giving me back to back citation fish on back to back trips.  The only downer was that I broke the tip of my fishing rod.  It was only the top eyelet so I was able to keep fishing and St. Croix has a great replacement policy so I really was no worse for wear.  All and all, a great way to end the year.

Two Will Do

            

On a day when the river was up, but starting to recede Austin and I hit the Bluestone again.  The water was just on the upper side of fishable with considerable stain.  It had come down from the flood stage it had been the week before, but was still difficult to both wade and fish. We had a few bites, but the action was very slow.  In fact, it wasn't until the end of the trip that we landed a fish a piece.  Our numbers were about as low as you can get, but the size of each fish made up for the lack in numbers.  I landed a nice citation size 4lb rainbow and Austin hauled in a 3 1/2 pounder.  These two studs defiantly made the trip worth while.

Big Fish on the Bluestone

 Rick and I figured we'd try our luck on the Bluestone again.  The window for fishing this river had finally opened up again.  A previous attempt just a week before proved futile as two days of rain showers had all but flooded out every river in the county.  Conditions were looking good though and we decided now was the time to try again.  It was a very cold day, in fact it was about the coldest I had ever felt down there, due in large part to being a little too lightly dressed.  The fishing was good and we caught and released around 30 total.  In-line spinners proved effective, but I also had smashing success with a 1/8oz micky finn hair jig I made.  It proved more effective in deeper moving water as it could get down to the bottom much easier whereas the spinners have a tendency to move towards the surface as they are retrieved.  I pulled a nice rainbow out of a hole using this jig, as well as, several others that the spinners were having a hard time reaching.  The highlight of my day was a couple of 4+ pounders that I caught out of the deep hole near the lodge.  I caught them both on spinners and they were so big that they both required use of the net to land them.  They were nice solid fish that were both citation size and would have each made nice mounts had they not been caught in a catch and release stream.  I look forward to going back soon to try and see what other monsters may be lurking there. 

Fishing the Bluestone Fall 2011: Round 2

I had been promising Rick that I would take him into the Bluestone to fish for trout for some time.  The river had been up for a couple of weeks, in fact it was at flood level at one point, and fishing had to be put on hold.  The waters eventually receded and with some time off for Thanksgiving Rick and I headed to the Bluestone for some trout.  Just recently Austin discovered a new path that you can drive to that puts you on the County Line trail.  You can then hike the County Line trail and use it to intersect the River trail, which you can tell by its description takes you to the river.  Up until now we have had only three other options.  Hike the River trail in its entirety, adding another 4 or 5 miles to the trek not a good option, use the Canyon  Rim trail to intersect the River trail cutting out those extra miles but introducing a brutally steep and exhausting section to traverse in the process also not a good option, and finally using an unmarked trail at the par 3 golf course to intersect the River tail again cutting out the extra miles and while steep not nearly the bear that the Canyon Rim trail poses by far the best option to date.  This new County Line option has been great though.  Although it doesn't shorten the distance of the hike any from option three it makes nearly half of it a hike on flat ground which is a cake walk compared to some of the mountain goat like trails we've have to traverse in the past.  This option probably won't be available if a deep snow hits because you won't be able to drive to it, but while the roads are clear I'll take it.  As we hiked in we saw a true rarity; walking along we jumped a grouse and were taken aback by the chance encounter.  The river conditions were perfect and using a combination of many different spinners we caught and released around 45 fish between the two of us on a very laid back kind of trip.  One thing that has helped mankind progress and evolve to the level he currently finds himself at now is the exchange of ideas.  Learning from others and adapting those ideas to fit your own needs.  I stressed the importance of a good wading stick to Rick when crossing a river, as we do when we fish the Bluestone to get to the good spots.  Any sturdy stick will do and we found Rick one by the riverside.  I took this opportunity to show Rick one of my gadgets, a collapsible wading stick.  Compact, sturdy and reliable making hunting for sticks unnecessary and providing you with access to one whenever the need arises which allows for greater versatility, a true peacock moment for me.  Rick returned the favor in kind.  The day before he mentioned taking a portable stove with him to cook soup and heat tea.  I scoffed at the idea, picturing a 4 or 5lb bottle of propane and a bulky hotplate meant for camps.  I told him that it would be a lot of extra weight to pack and hike in and out of the canyon, but sometimes you have to learn the hard way.  I was amazed when he produced it.  The burner was the size of my cell phone and the propane tank wasn't much bigger.  Along with some sturdy but compact cookware it provided many conveniences of the camp or kitchen but packed down next to nothing.  On a cold day hot soup and hot tea made my cold sandwich and cold soda look about as appealing as dog food.  Fortunately Rick was gracious enough to have brought enough for two and was willing to share.  Ramon noodles and warm tea may not sound like much in the comforts of your home, but sitting on a riverbank on a cold day when you've been wading in frigid water having something hot to eat and drink made me feel like a king. Touche Rick, touche.  Needless to say I bought one later that night.    

Fishing the Bluestone Fall of 2011

 Another fall has come and the Bluestone is once again stocked with large Rainbows.  Austin and I set out to test the waters for what hopes to be another good year of trout fishing on the Bluestone, and we were not disappointed.  We combined to catch over 100 fish despite the fact that the water was gin clear and there was no cloud cover at all.  We even managed to catch a few smallmouth as a bonus. There were more than a few 3 pounders in the bunch which provided an excellent fight.  Spinners and hair jigs were the weapons of choice on this day and we look forward to going back the first chance we get!

Kayaking Banaza

This will be known as the year that we discovered the potential of fishing from a kayak. Why it took so long to try I don't know, but the kayak has offered some tremendous opportunities for river fishing. My brother Brian deserves credit in advocating this method of traversing the water. The one among us least interested in fishing Brian does have a fondness for adventure, when it suits him, and had been pushing the idea of kayaking for some time. Like many things outdoors, the rest of us exploited it's ability to help us catch more fish. Austin, Greg and I spent many days from August through October fishing for bass in the New River and Greenbrier, with a couple of trips to Shanklin's Ferry. These small crafts have opened up possibilities that were otherwise too cumbersome or impossible to take advantage of. We all have personal pontoon boats so we are no strangers to the advantages of fishing from a small boat, but the kayaks offer a much stealthier, sleeker option that is both easier and faster to maneuver. A trip to Georgia is being planned in the spring to see what fishing adventures that state has to offer and the kayak is defiantly the vessel of choice for this excursion.

First Mate

I spent the weekend camping on the Bluestone with Bella, Melissa and the in-laws. I always look forward to this trip. It's always a time to break out my favorite toys (i.e. boats, camping equipment, fishing tackle, etc.) and break in some new ones. I enjoy spending time with Joe and Bec as I always seem to pick up some neat skills from being around them. Whether it be how to throw a cast net or a good camp recipe there's always something new I pick up on these trips. The older Bella is getting the more she is enjoying going camping. Not only is she easier to watch than when she was younger she also wants to be more involved. She had a big time this year swimming, going on boat rides, playing with her sidewalk chalk and fishing. We didn't fish much together the first day she was there and she made it clear that she wanted to go so first thing the following morning when we woke up I loaded the boat and off we went. I headed for a cove near the dam where I knew the fishing was good and where we could get out of the wind. I couldn't help but smile as we drove there and Bella kept saying "go faster, go faster." We saw a bald eagle circling low doing some fishing of his own. Bella got a real kick out of that. We didn't fish for too long as I knew she would eventually want to go back to camp and play, but the time we spent there was productive. I would cast the line out, hook the fish then had the rod to Bella to reel it in. She really enjoyed this and the mighty Bluegill has fast become her favorite fish. I could tell she had a blast from the excited way she told her fishing story to her MawMaw and PawPaw. I'm looking forward to many more of these trips in the future with my first mate.

Deep Sea Adventure!

Melissa's best friend Colleen was getting married in the Dominican Republic and we were invited to spend a week with them at the beautiful Dreams resort in Punta Cana. I have always wanted to go deep sea fishing and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Several species were active this time of year so I booked an excursion. Unfortunately our first attempt was destined to fail as stormy weather and rough seas caused our first booking to be canceled, so we rescheduled for the next day. The weather was better, but the seas were still rough as it was reported that there were 9-12 foot swells. Colleen’s husband Brian, Melissa, and I met with Roberto, the first mate of the boat we would be fishing from. Roberto was a short, stocky charismatic man who was entertaining, engaging and you could tell was a very seasoned fisherman. He explained that we would be pursuing Dorado (Mahi Mahi) as they preferred the choppy seas. White Marlin were also running at the time; however, they favor calmer water on the surface and would be difficult to attract at that time. Roberto explained that we would be going roughly 20 miles from shore and would be trolling with a five rod spread trailing a bait fish. I was very excited to get underway. Little did I know what I was truly in for, had I known I may have reconsidered signing up for this trip. It wasn’t very long into the trip when Brain began to feel the effects of the rough seas. I remember feeling bad for him, and then I began to notice that I was starting to feel sick myself. If you couldn’t make it to the side of the boat to throw up there were buckets available, which we kept near us at all times. Melissa was the last to get sick, and while she fared better than Brain and I did it certainly was no picnic for her either. Eventually some Mahi did hit and I forced myself to rally. On one occasion two Mahi hit at the same time on separate rods and Melissa and I each took a chair fighting the fish together; which at the time was hard to appreciate due to the seasickness, but as I look back on it now it is truly something I will always cherish, my wife and I fighting two monster fish together. Truly this was the largest fish I had ever fought, as well as, the longest amount of time I had ever fought a single fish. Again, it was hard to appreciate this at the time because during the course of the whole fight I was both nauseated and dehydrated. There was one moment when I almost had the fish close enough for the gaff but he bolted before we could land him taking out all the line I had worked so hard to bring in, prolonging both the fish’s misery and my own. While there is a certain amount of shame that I bear for my total lack of constitution on the open seas I was left with a little consolation in regards to the amount of grit I had to get up off the floor, as sick as I was, and fight the brute of a fish as well as I did. I have to take this moment to comment on Brian’s fortitude as well. While all of this was unfolding and as sick as he was, he managed to fight through it and get some really great pictures. He didn’t have to do that and I would have certainly understood if he had chosen to just lay down, but he didn’t and for that I am grateful. Roberto and the Captain were great and were able to gaff and land the fish with all the speed and efficiency that only true seasoned professionals possess. After that it was time for pictures and then back to the hotel to go to bed. I don’t know if I’ll ever try something like that again. If I do I’ll certainly take more precautions to prevent seasickness. Either way I have some great memories and some outstanding pictures thanks to Brian.

Bella's First Fishing Trip

Bella has finally gotten old enough to take fishing. She's talked a lot about it as she has played with her Barbie fishing pole in the house, but until now has never actually caught a fish. On this particular Sunday afternoon Austin and I took our girls up to the Wykle pond to try and catch some bluegills. Nighcrawlers with a bobber were the bait of choice. Bella is still a little too small to cast the bait very far or set the hook, so much of that work was left to me. I have to admit I have never considered the challenges faced in using an undersized Barbie fishing rod before. I had to add a sinker just to be able to cast is more than five feet. Once hooked Bella was more than eager to reel the fish in. She did a great job and was very inqusitive about the fish, wanting to touch it and be the one that released it. There were no bass to be had that day, but I had more fun catching bluegills with Bella than I ever would have bass fishing alone. I look forward to more fishing excersions with her in the future and am eager to take her bluegill fishing on the lake this summer. The girls had a really good time as did I.

Ice Fishing Part Deux

Route Hiked from Parking Lot to River and Back

With Christmas and New Year's over and cabin fever setting in Austin and I headed up to the Bluestone in pursuit of trout again, because there isn't much else to do this time of year. As was the case this time last year we were again hit with a severe cold snap, and like last year much of the river was frozen over. This time however, we were presented with different challenges. Less of the river was frozen over than it was last year, with the exception of a few spots, and you could still walk out onto the ice a good way but you couldn't get as close to the edge as you could the previous year. This made releasing fish and working lures challenging at times. It was anything but unproductive though. One of the first things we saw at the river bank was a bald eagle surveying the scene from the air, perhaps doing some fishing of his own. There was also plenty of animal sign from coyote, raccoon, deer and turkey tracks, as well as, an ominous scene of blood and hair covered snow no doubt where a pack of coyotes cornered a deer. The fishing was pretty good considering the circumstances. It rained off and on all day and there was a cold dampness in the air that you could feel in your bones. In-line spinners were the weapon of choice (surprise, surprise) as the fish weren't interested in jigs. All together I caught 11 rainbows and Austin caught 8 with several other bites that got away. The most interesting fish of note was one around 20 inches in length and in the 4 pound category that I caught. I had been fishing the edge of an ice shelf and had several trout follow my lure up the the edge of the ice then turn away. I cast it out again and worked it back slowly letting it sink as much as possible. I noticed a couple of smaller trout chase after the lure then dart away as a lunker, that had been hiding under the ice, came straight up from the depths in a mad dash for my little spinner. It reminded me of shark week where Great Whites rocket up from the depths and ambush their unsuspecting prey. This fish swam straight for the lure and then at the last second turned to the side. I thought I missed my chance, and would probably hook a smaller opportunistic fish waiting for its chance when the brute double backed and attacked the lure. A minute or two later I had it flopped up on the ice and was posing for a picture. It was a very good day, one I hope to repeat in the near future. Another interesting point of note was that I brought my smartphone with me that has an app that tracks your GPS location, distance traveled, elevation change and time. It was very interesting. I had no idea that this trip we have made many times over the years is nearly 7 miles (6.91 on this particular trip) with an elevation change of 1,269 feet! It was pretty interesting to see the numbers and a pretty good way to ring in a new year. Here's to catching many more fish in 2011!