Dale's Report for Wednesday
Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 6:28 am
I really do need to try fishing the river. So far this year I've only spent an hour and a half on it. Maybe this weekend...
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Got out three times over the past week to two different creeks. First one was a short sunset cruise. Barely an hour and a half and 300 yards and on my catch/miss scale I went 16/10.
Sunday was a relatively short morning. A couple of hours and about 400 yards of a different creek got me 12/7. On the hike back to the car there's a pond nearby that I have permission to fish. Figured I may as well try for those sluggish pond bass. Went 5/2 on largemouth. After catching smallies out of a creek, catching largemouth out of a pond is like tying into water soaked WalMart bags. Not much of a fight.
At one point I had to walk on the shore of the creek, which put me a good 6-8 feet up at the top of a steep embankment. Came across a coupled of redds with smallies on them. One big smallie nearly 20 inches was going through the courting/mating ritual with a male that was much smaller, maybe 13 inches. It was interesting to watch the mating dance. The female would try to wander off and the male would herd it back. A sucker came close and the male bolted after it and chased it far upstream. Another male tried to take it's place, but that didn't go well. These fish can be vicious.
At one point the male tipped the female over on her side then went the whole length of it nipping at it with it's mouth. Standing there watching all this for a good five minutes is the true definition of fish porn.
I need a life.
Saturday was a four hour journey down a good mile of Blackberry Creek. I'm slowly going further upstream to see if the smallies are up there along with any other kind of fish I could find. Since I don't like wading up creeks and prefer the down stream approach, first I had to hike up and find a way in. A definite challenge. This little creek valley is wild, thick and swampy. I'm glad the mosquitoes aren't around yet, this could have been much worse.
The wade itself was one of the hardest I've done and definitely the hardest wading I've done on any of the other Fox Creeks I've fished. I think I know why, but I haven't had the chance to study my topo maps yet. I think the creek bed is dropping toward the river much steeper than many of the other creeks. There were a few fast moving chutes that I had to think twice about going near, but I had no choice. You can't walk on shore and walking back up would have sucked. One chute in particular was some of the fastest, longest running water I've ever run into on water this small. While standing in the middle of it trying to get across I figured I may as well fish it. The fish were all over it and it was worth almost getting knocked down for the opportunity.
Went 21/24 for my four hour venture.
In the last stretch I ran into two anglers heading upstream. Eric, who along with his wife Jen I had out guiding a couple of years ago and his friend Drew. Between the two of them they said they only got one fish in the nearly 100 yards of creek. We parted ways and they continued upstream. Of course, even though they had just fished it, I had to keep fishing my way back. Went 5/2 in that stretch. Sometimes you just gotta have the touch.
Been doing a lot of short jaunts like this and so far this year I've only been out on the river twice for maybe a total of an hour and a half. I'm getting what I want with what I've been doing. Catching fish, much needed solitude in beautiful places and the need to continue to live between my ears. It's a nice place.
Not much rain in the forecast for the next 10 days. The river is down to 1400 cfs as I write this on Monday. At 1000 cfs or less you can wander the river with abandon and not be concerned. At 1400 I can go anywhere I want. I may have to bite the bullet and give the river a try. Might be time.
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Got out three times over the past week to two different creeks. First one was a short sunset cruise. Barely an hour and a half and 300 yards and on my catch/miss scale I went 16/10.
Sunday was a relatively short morning. A couple of hours and about 400 yards of a different creek got me 12/7. On the hike back to the car there's a pond nearby that I have permission to fish. Figured I may as well try for those sluggish pond bass. Went 5/2 on largemouth. After catching smallies out of a creek, catching largemouth out of a pond is like tying into water soaked WalMart bags. Not much of a fight.
At one point I had to walk on the shore of the creek, which put me a good 6-8 feet up at the top of a steep embankment. Came across a coupled of redds with smallies on them. One big smallie nearly 20 inches was going through the courting/mating ritual with a male that was much smaller, maybe 13 inches. It was interesting to watch the mating dance. The female would try to wander off and the male would herd it back. A sucker came close and the male bolted after it and chased it far upstream. Another male tried to take it's place, but that didn't go well. These fish can be vicious.
At one point the male tipped the female over on her side then went the whole length of it nipping at it with it's mouth. Standing there watching all this for a good five minutes is the true definition of fish porn.
I need a life.
Saturday was a four hour journey down a good mile of Blackberry Creek. I'm slowly going further upstream to see if the smallies are up there along with any other kind of fish I could find. Since I don't like wading up creeks and prefer the down stream approach, first I had to hike up and find a way in. A definite challenge. This little creek valley is wild, thick and swampy. I'm glad the mosquitoes aren't around yet, this could have been much worse.
The wade itself was one of the hardest I've done and definitely the hardest wading I've done on any of the other Fox Creeks I've fished. I think I know why, but I haven't had the chance to study my topo maps yet. I think the creek bed is dropping toward the river much steeper than many of the other creeks. There were a few fast moving chutes that I had to think twice about going near, but I had no choice. You can't walk on shore and walking back up would have sucked. One chute in particular was some of the fastest, longest running water I've ever run into on water this small. While standing in the middle of it trying to get across I figured I may as well fish it. The fish were all over it and it was worth almost getting knocked down for the opportunity.
Went 21/24 for my four hour venture.
In the last stretch I ran into two anglers heading upstream. Eric, who along with his wife Jen I had out guiding a couple of years ago and his friend Drew. Between the two of them they said they only got one fish in the nearly 100 yards of creek. We parted ways and they continued upstream. Of course, even though they had just fished it, I had to keep fishing my way back. Went 5/2 in that stretch. Sometimes you just gotta have the touch.
Been doing a lot of short jaunts like this and so far this year I've only been out on the river twice for maybe a total of an hour and a half. I'm getting what I want with what I've been doing. Catching fish, much needed solitude in beautiful places and the need to continue to live between my ears. It's a nice place.
Not much rain in the forecast for the next 10 days. The river is down to 1400 cfs as I write this on Monday. At 1000 cfs or less you can wander the river with abandon and not be concerned. At 1400 I can go anywhere I want. I may have to bite the bullet and give the river a try. Might be time.