There are pure-strain, landlocked striped bass all over the country, but there are only so many places in freshwater where these fish reach the same "cow" proportions as their coastal cousins. Being a Jersey guy, I know a thing or two about big bass (or pretend to, anyway), so it's taken me a while to pull the trigger on a sweetwater striper hunt. That's partially because it's hard to break the mentality that the biggest bass are salty, and partially because picking the right body of freshwater and finding the right guy to get you on the big fish is tricky. But I finally found him. In three days on the Clinch River in Eastern Tennessee, veteran guide Bud White made me and fellow Northeast striper nut Mike Sudal realize that you can't appreciate the fight of a 30-pounder until you need to lock down the spool with your thumbs to stop the fish from running into one of many downed trees that are always in close proximity. Enjoy the show.
This is fact, not fiction, and it goes like this: Last September, Saskatchewan resident Karen Gwillim was driving through the town of Craven when she spied a young cormorant in a bit of a predicament. Like many other anglers, I think a cormorant in a bad predicament is a good thing, but Gwillim took pity on the bird, which had a silver digital camera hanging around its neck. She removed the camera, which had spent lots of time in the water, and the bird flew off (to eat more gamefish, no doubt). Gwillim removed the memory card, let it dry, and opened it on her computer. The pictures were intact. So did she find homemade pornography or lost pictures of grandma's birthday party? Not hardly.
The memory card was loaded with fishing pictures. There were over 200 frames of guys holding big pike and walleyes from what Gwillim guessed was nearby Shell Lake. She posted the photos on her Facebook page but no one ever came forward. It wasn't until just this past Tuesday, when Gwillim was interviewed on a talk show, that Frank Resendes called the station and said he was one of the anglers in the photos and knew the camera's owner. Apparently, the owner lost the camera while helping a buddy land a fish 8 months earlier. You can read the whole saga on the website of CBC News Saskatchewan.
A kayak is one answer to crowded trout streams. Last week, while camping and fishing in northern New Hampshire, I was discouraged to find three or four vehicles at every riverside access. So Mrs. Merwin and I loaded our kayaks in the truck and headed into the backcountry.
It was a great choice, despite--or perhaps because of--some rough woods roads we bumped along on our way to various remote ponds. Being able to soak up the September sun while casting for brook trout (which is what I’m doing in the photo) was pure pleasure. And best of all, there was nobody else around.
A few nights ago I got an invite from Captain Mike Briel of West Wind Outfitters to join him and Jersey duck guide Dave Steckley on the Delaware River for a few hours of bowfishing. I was pretty pumped, because a) I had no idea anyone bowfished what I consider my home river and b) it was a fishing style I had never tried. My good friend and "Hook Shots" regular Eric Kerber, another bowfishing rookie, also came along. So I'll cut right to the chase. The second arrow Eric ever let fly at a fish in his life connected with 52 pounds of grass carp. As it turned out, it was one of the biggest fish Captain Mike ever had on his boat.
A few weeks ago I shoved off to Minnesota to achieve two goals: Fish with my old buddy Dave James who lives in St. Paul and who I haven't seen in over a year, and top the 36-inch muskie (my first ever) that I caught in the last "Hook Shots" episode of 2011. The plan was to set up camp on Mille Lacs Lake with guide Steve Scepaniak, who had been slaying muskies all summer during the crazy heat wave Minnesota had been suffering through. Of course, I show up and so does a cold front, which turned what I'd hoped would be a slamfest (meaning like 6 fish in a few days...we're talking muskies here) into yet another bout of working lures until your arms went numb and hoping and praying for an eater. So did I top my 36-incher despite the conditions? As a matter of fact I did, but not without some nerve-racking shifting on the fly and a lot of luck and some help of wild card guide Josh Stevenson. Enjoy the ride.
Ulf Hagstrom is a writer, avid fly fisherman, and tyer who pens his thoughts and fly recipes on his blog, The Way of the Fly. Recently, Hagstrom cited an article from a Swedish fishing magazine that featured the results of a study from the mid-1990s that suggested big pike, in many cases, would rather attack and steal prey already captured by smaller pike than hunt down their own forage. I don't know if that's true, though I've had plenty of pike steal small fish off my line. But Hagstrom put some stock in the theory and came up with what he calls the "Fish Eating Fly," which mimics a hammer-handle pike swimming with a meal sideways in its maw (below).
Very often when I write about various fishing tackle items, some readers comment that they wish the item in question were made in the U.S. They’d be much happier buying a domestic-made product. They’d like to support American jobs in the tackle industry. So this morning I’ll give you a chance to put your money where your mouth is.
American-made fishing tackle is far from dead. To be sure, giant, global-tackle brands such as Daiwa, Shimano, Rapala, and more depend, for the most part, on overseas (usually Asian) factories. But look around a bit, and you’ll find plenty of quality gear that’s made here at home--hook, line and sinker. Here are a few examples.
Fishing lures are the toughest, but there are still notable examples. One is Dardevle spoons (pictured here). Michigan’s Eppinger Manufacturing is in its third generation of family ownership and still stamping out spoons by the millions every year. Want to support American-made? Buy more Dardevles.
I just left a little show-and-tell meeting with Lucky Craft. They're coming out with some pretty cool lures this year, which I'll show you later, but what they also have are new colors. All lure companies unveiled new colors at ICAST, but for the most part it's a game of developing hues and tones and patterns anglers haven't seen before.
Welcome to the fishing-tackle graveyard, a place where old gear goes to die. The photo shows a shelf in my basement with various reels, long out of service, that I can’t bring myself to throw away. And throwing away is the problem. I can’t do it. So stuff accumulates beyond all reason.
This gets pretty silly as I think of it, but that silliness still won’t take me to the dumpster. Someday I might want or need something from that shelf. Or I might decide to refurbish one of those old reels. A little cleaning, some grease, maybe a few spare parts and any one of them would be fishable again. You never know.
So I'm down in the Louisiana Delta this week chasing redfish around the marsh, and yesterday something happened that I've heard a lot about, but never experienced first hand. I pitched a popping cork and jig up against this cane bank, and all of a sudden there's a wake a lot bigger than a redfish's headed my way. And fast.