It is indeed possible to sometimes go trout flyfishing without doing any fly-casting*. The casting act is the most difficult and intimidating part for beginners. So sometimes, when starting out a beginner, I skip the casting part entirely. That way, they can get a fish on the line more easily and quickly, which does wonders for novice enthusiasms.
All that’s needed is a trout river/stream/brook with some current. Rig up with a 9-foot leader tapered to 4X, say, and tie on a small, weighted nymph--a size 14 Hare’s Ear is usually a good choice just about anywhere.
You're not seeing things. That's a Louisville Slugger with fly rod guides and a reel seat. It belonged to Ted Williams, who, as evidenced by the photo, was not opposed to running across a flat and swinging for the fences when he just couldn't land that Crazy Charlie in front of a cruising gray ghost. I'm joking, of course, though the novelty bat did belong to Williams. It's actually his own signature model bat, reworked and renamed "The Bonefish Slugger." And if you act now, it can be yours!
Here's a piece of gear I've yet to see entered into our ongoing vintage tackle contest: a folding landing net. I swear by these things and have been using one for years. This specimen belongs to Joe Binter, who wrote:
I received this net as a gift when my wife's grandfather gave me his fishing tackle. He fished primarily in the 40s and 50s for freshwater fish. He is now in his late 80s. It would be exciting for him to see it in the contest if you pick it. He has always been a fan of your magazine.
To the best of my knowledge, Jason Covington's new book, "American BeheMouth," is a work of fiction. However, the science laced throughout the story is supposedly legit. This a chronicle of a couple that spent many years growing a largemouth bass to the 27-pound mark in a 70-acre, man-made, temperature controlled lake in Kentucky. "American BeheMouth" is so new, I haven't gotten the chance to read it yet, but according to Covington's website:
The book is much more than a fishing story; it is a metaphor for many other things: life, family, sacrifice, commitment, and dreams. In addition, it raises ethical questions about modern American sports, American businesses and consumerism, and our quest for the elusive.
Can I take full credit for inventing the Snozzberry? Not really. The premise has definitely been around. But when I searched for a similar fly that had been given a name other than "berry," nothing came up. So I will take some credit for giving a moniker to an otherwise nameless little fruit imitator. If you flyfish for carp and don't want to drop money on spun deer hair berries, or, like me, you're not very good at spinning deer hair, you can make about 100 Snozzberries for the price of one dyed bucktail and whip out a dozen in the time it'd take to spin one deer hair version. Check out the video for tying instructions and to see the Snozz in action.
I spent the past few days at one of my favorite fishing areas, the 10,000 Islands/Everglades region of southwest Florida. For inshore, light-tackle saltwater anglers there is probably no better place--not even the Florida Keys. In fishing here with Capt. Terry Shaughnessy, I also learned a few things that others might find helpful regardless of where you fish. Shaughnessy is roughly my age, meaning he’s been around the block more than a time or two, so I was especially interested to see how he rigged and fished his gear.
There are countless small islets and cays in this wilderness, mostly within Everglades National Park, where on any particular day we were catching redfish, seatrout, snook (as in the photo), jacks, and potentially tarpon if we found them--we didn’t. Most of our fishing was with medium-weight spinning tackle using 3-inch soft-plastic grubs on various sizes of leadhead jigs. Pretty simple, and the grubs worked for everything.
The other night my cell phone went ding, ding with a text message from my buddy Bill featuring the photo below. It's a self-portrait, kinda. What you have here is a great example of what can happen when you forget your BogaGrip in the truck and hand-land a really pissed off striper with a mouthful of trebles while wade-fishing. One shake of the head, one flick of the tail, and you're stuck, son! So what did Bill do (after taking plenty of photos for his Facebook page)?
A) Clip the hook and keep fishing B) Vomit, clip the hook and keep fishing C) Realize those hooks are big and thick and seek trained medical attention
This week in our ongoing vintage tackle contest we have a lure sent in by Tim Keenan. Tim's grandfather gave him this Pflueger Musky Globe when he was cleaning out his garage, and told Tim he and an old friend actually used it to stick a few muskies back in the day. Given the pristine condition of the lure, if that's true, it couldn't have been too many muskies. I don't see any teeth marks.
My best friend Mark and I have tried 3 times over the last 2 years to shoot a "Hook Shots" episode together. Between nasty weather and getting skunked, it just never seemed to come together. So this year I told Mark we could go wherever he wanted to try it again. To my surprise, he asked if we could go somewhere I had fallen in love with during my travels. That was easy...the marshes of Louisiana. Seeing that Mark and I learned to flyfish together, I couldn't wait to see his face the first time he connected to a ripping redfish, and was pumped to get it on camera.
Look closely. Yup, that's a lure. A 16-inch hand-poured hard plastic, soft plastic, and carbon fiber 'possum to be exact. I have seen everything from duck lures, to giant snake baits, to full-sized rubber sailfish teasers, but never a 'possum until lure maker Clayton Bryant recently added this monster marsupial wake bait to his line up at CL8 Baits. It's a work of art, no doubt, and though muskies might pop into your head, this mega-mammal was designed with largemouths in mind.