The monkfish (pictured below) is definitely one of the most hideous looking fish in the ocean. But, if you frequent posh seafood joints, you might know that monkfish meat is very expensive and very delicious thanks to its lobster-like texture. It's not unheard of for a recreational angler to reel up one of these beasts while dropping on a wreck, but for the most part, monkfish live in water so deep that a baited hook rarely gets in front of them. Why then are researchers capturing monkfish with tiny seabirds called Dovekies in their stomachs? Because no matter how much you think you know about fish behavior, you don't know everything, and there are no hard-and-fast rules to feeding behavior.
Yeah, so this is kinda strange. Apparently, New York City-based Youtube personality Joey Boots stumbled upon Fox News anchor Tucker Carlson flyfishing in Central Park. The conversation that takes place during this encounter is part Jerky Boys, a touch of "The Big Lebowski," and a few healthy dashes of awkward. My favorite part is when Joey Boots asks Tucker if he catches his own flies.
A few weeks ago, reader Deanlikes2fish commented with a question asking what I thought was the best age for a kid to get started in tournament fishing. This is actually a pretty hot topic right now, as a story recently popped up in the Boston Globe about a Missouri man fighting to make bass fishing a high school sport. It’s definitely worth a read. As for my take, I'd love to give a one-shot answer, but it's just a little more complicated than that. One of the first things you have to consider is the difference between a fun-loving fishing competition and fishing for money. If your aim is just to have some laughs, and make a fishing trip a little competitive to simply spice it up, then I say have the kids start as soon as they can, just like you would playing T-ball or skiing the bunny slope. If we’re talking competition with money on the line, hold your horses, because greenbacks change everything.
Some anglers swear that felt-soled wading boots are the cat's pajamas in terms of their non-slip abilities. Other folks either worry about felt spreading invasive life forms from river to river and don't wear them, or believe that new-age Vibram rubber soles grip better anyway. Felt? Rubber? I don't particularly have a favorite, because I put far more faith in spikes than I do the soles. For all I care my soles can be made of some James Bond material that oozes rock-clinging gel with each step; I'm still screwing spikes into them. And those spikes will be Goat Head Sole Spikes (below).
Sometimes when I forward an winner's vintage tackle contest submission email to Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog, there are multiple photos attached, and I tell the Doc which one I like most. But if something in the mix is worth more money, or has a cooler back story, he'll veto my choice. Case in point, this old fly reel submitted by Dave White. It doesn't look like anything special, but apparently this old beater has a lot more history than the lure Dave submitted. Fine by me...I love old fly reels that look like they've been there and done that.
The other day I found a cool story over on the website of Popular Science about the pirate perch. These little fellows, which max out in length around 6 inches, inhabit waters all throughout North America. While the species is of no particular interest to pan-fishermen jigging through the ice, it apparently has scientists baffled. It seems the pirate perch is the only species on the planet that can make itself chemically "invisible" to its prey.
How many times have you or one of your buddies said something to this effect: I hear there's good INSERT SPECIES HERE fishing over at INSERT BODY OF WATER HERE. We should go check that out one of these days. Now, how often does the day you actually go come? When you have limited time to fish on weekends, or skip out on work here and there, it's very easy to talk yourself out of trips to unfamiliar places and opt for the waters you know well. I'm just as guilty of doing it, but I was reminded last week how important it is to roll the dice every once in a while, because you're bound to learn one of two things. Either you'll know never to try it again, or you'll discover something worth revisiting. In my case, I found a pretty great northern pike fly fishery close to home.
High, muddy water is probably the number one troublemaker for springtime bass fishermen. You know the drill: you daydream at work all week about that weekend outing, during which you’re sure a jerkbait flashing in the clear water will make for easy pickin’. Thursday night it pours rain while you're sleeping, but hey, it's sunny on Friday morning. All good, right? Then on Saturday morning you look down at the water at the boat ramp and it’s like a scene from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. If you live in the Carolinas like I do, you get that even more disgusting red chocolate milk thanks to all the red clay in the Piedmont region. But I don't let it bother me, because there are ways to be successful in the mud.
About 8 months ago I was leafing through Europe's Angling International and a new creation from Spanish company Thinkfish caught my attention. Their new modular fly storage system, dubbed the FlyPad, had scored some awards at a major European tackle convention. Turns out that U.S. fly tackle maker Cortland was intrigued by the FlyPad, too, and they are now the official state-side distributor. That meant I was able to get my mitts on an early sample, and it's a pretty innovative little item, though it does have pros and cons.
This week in our vintage tackle contest we have a reel owned by Brian Cochran. This funky-looking item was handed down to Brian by his father, and his grandfather was the original owner. Despite first glances, Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog explains that this is not a fly reel, but rather a unique style of casting reel developed in Indiana.