


October 06, 2009
Feeding Trout Live Terrestrials
By Tim Romano
Come on admit it... We've all done it. Whether its a crappy urban pond full of bluegills or your favorite stretch of river full of hungry trout - you must have at some point been bored to tears with either the fishing or the company you were keeping. Many times it's both. It's at these situations when I'm liable to wander off and root around for any unfortunate terrestrial that happens to be at arms length. Friends and family typically are appalled when...
...I quickly rip a wing or leg off (as to keep the little critter from getting away) and slowly walk back to the waters edge, looking for any hungry fish.
This little video episode was particularly funny as my wife's whole family was in on the action a couple of weeks ago in upstate NY. We were throwing grasshoppers at little bluegills when we noticed a very large brown trout lurking deep underneath them. That's when I brought out the camera. Pardon the wide lens - it was all I had at the time, but pay particular attention at second number 11 as he moves in for an eyeball and the 40 second mark for the kill...
So who's gonna admit it? What other demented people in the Flytalk nation do this sort of thing. Anybody do this on a larger scale - like with sharks?
TR
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That's just good clean fun--you never outgrow something like that. I really want to make a joke about kittens and alligators right now, but somebody might take me seriously.
My daughter and I were catching bream at a local county run pond. I could see she was starting to get bored despite the fact that she was catching the little boogers faster than I could get them off the hook (she's 4) so I took one of the crickets we were using for bait and threw it in on top of the bream bed. She found it hysterical seeing the bream fight for the bug. We didn't do any more fishing after that but we had a lot of fun and used up all the bait.
I use to do this all the time on the Clark Fork River in western MT I love live hoppers being eaten with out knowing it.
Live mouse at night for big browns. Not a new trick at all, but a great one.
I think the best example of this was a YouTube video I watched where a few good ol' boys threw a chipmunk out of a trash can into some pads in a bass lake. Needless to say, the chipmunk didn't make it very far. The best part was the mother in the background: "awww, goddammit! I told you boys to knock that stuff off!"
I worked at a fish hatchery when I was very young. You find a lot of critters while whacking weeds. Into the ponds they would go. Many a toad, mouse, little snake has met it's demise at the splash of a 5lb bass. My best take? I wiggled my fingers in the water until a big bass had my whole hand in his mouth. It scared the heck out of me. Last time I did that.
I read somewhere you can create your own hatch by dropping loads of hoppers upstream and let them float over a hole. I've never tried it but who knows if things are slow.
About three weeks ago I was camping with my son's Boy Scout troop at the local conservation club. I got up early Saturday morning, made a pot of coffee, then meandered down by the lake just below the campground. On my way I found a cicada on the ground, still very much alive and ugly as all get out. I proceeded to grab him up by the wings and take him for a little walk on the lakeshore. When I found a nice overhanging willow I tossed old red eyes on the water. Took about 30 seconds for the biggest bull blue gill in the pond to blow up on it. Then I was mad we were there with rifles and shotguns instead of flyrods!!
Hey buckhunter, I was recently on a stretch of water and there were a boatload of hoppers on the bank. I was wondering if that would work, knock the hoppers into the water and get the fish looking up. Unfortunately they were on a bunch of giant ragweed. If I would have knocked the hoppers off I'm sure a large cloud of yellow pollen would have followed and I wouldn't have been able to pry my eyes open to fish.
I've heard of guys up in Michigan "seeding" a run with roe then fishing egg patterns for winter steelies. They say it works well, but then again they are fisherman and are probably somewhat "truth challenged".
Recently, on a trip to the Eastern Sierra, we gathered up handfuls of Crickets, walked to the slow deep section and tossed them in. Not one at a time, but all the little dears and the feeding frenzy erupted! I thought of it as helping the food chain along.
In southern Chile there's a gawd-awful bug called a colihuacho; it's about 75% the size of a bumble bee, and swarms and bites and makes life (and fishing) absolutely miserable for the month-long period when they hatch in the summer.
Anyway, one day over the course of 20 minutes or so, myself and another guy fed - no b.s. - 53 colihuachos to a single 18" rainbow trout.
By the end, the fish was barely moving; it would slowly swim out, partially lay on it's side, and suck in the fly. Reminded me of Cool Hand Luke eating 50 eggs...
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I think the best example of this was a YouTube video I watched where a few good ol' boys threw a chipmunk out of a trash can into some pads in a bass lake. Needless to say, the chipmunk didn't make it very far. The best part was the mother in the background: "awww, goddammit! I told you boys to knock that stuff off!"
That's just good clean fun--you never outgrow something like that. I really want to make a joke about kittens and alligators right now, but somebody might take me seriously.
My daughter and I were catching bream at a local county run pond. I could see she was starting to get bored despite the fact that she was catching the little boogers faster than I could get them off the hook (she's 4) so I took one of the crickets we were using for bait and threw it in on top of the bream bed. She found it hysterical seeing the bream fight for the bug. We didn't do any more fishing after that but we had a lot of fun and used up all the bait.
I use to do this all the time on the Clark Fork River in western MT I love live hoppers being eaten with out knowing it.
Live mouse at night for big browns. Not a new trick at all, but a great one.
I worked at a fish hatchery when I was very young. You find a lot of critters while whacking weeds. Into the ponds they would go. Many a toad, mouse, little snake has met it's demise at the splash of a 5lb bass. My best take? I wiggled my fingers in the water until a big bass had my whole hand in his mouth. It scared the heck out of me. Last time I did that.
I read somewhere you can create your own hatch by dropping loads of hoppers upstream and let them float over a hole. I've never tried it but who knows if things are slow.
About three weeks ago I was camping with my son's Boy Scout troop at the local conservation club. I got up early Saturday morning, made a pot of coffee, then meandered down by the lake just below the campground. On my way I found a cicada on the ground, still very much alive and ugly as all get out. I proceeded to grab him up by the wings and take him for a little walk on the lakeshore. When I found a nice overhanging willow I tossed old red eyes on the water. Took about 30 seconds for the biggest bull blue gill in the pond to blow up on it. Then I was mad we were there with rifles and shotguns instead of flyrods!!
Hey buckhunter, I was recently on a stretch of water and there were a boatload of hoppers on the bank. I was wondering if that would work, knock the hoppers into the water and get the fish looking up. Unfortunately they were on a bunch of giant ragweed. If I would have knocked the hoppers off I'm sure a large cloud of yellow pollen would have followed and I wouldn't have been able to pry my eyes open to fish.
I've heard of guys up in Michigan "seeding" a run with roe then fishing egg patterns for winter steelies. They say it works well, but then again they are fisherman and are probably somewhat "truth challenged".
Recently, on a trip to the Eastern Sierra, we gathered up handfuls of Crickets, walked to the slow deep section and tossed them in. Not one at a time, but all the little dears and the feeding frenzy erupted! I thought of it as helping the food chain along.
In southern Chile there's a gawd-awful bug called a colihuacho; it's about 75% the size of a bumble bee, and swarms and bites and makes life (and fishing) absolutely miserable for the month-long period when they hatch in the summer.
Anyway, one day over the course of 20 minutes or so, myself and another guy fed - no b.s. - 53 colihuachos to a single 18" rainbow trout.
By the end, the fish was barely moving; it would slowly swim out, partially lay on it's side, and suck in the fly. Reminded me of Cool Hand Luke eating 50 eggs...
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