Brought the big net tonight. Too bad I couldn't keep any of the big ones hooked again.
This guy kept away the skunk.
Late November Bucks 2019
5 years ago
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Different Day, Same Result
Brought the big net tonight. Too bad I couldn't keep any of the big ones hooked again.
This guy kept away the skunk.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Out-witted by Carp Again
The great weather lately has finally forced me into a fishing trip. Tonight, I drove out to Cheney to check on my Carp flats from early Spring. The water was low, making the trek through the swampy delta much easier than the last time I was there. Rounding the final bend in the Ninnescah, I took in my first Autumn view of my "secret" flat.
Despite the pungent smell of bird crap fuming from the newly exposed island, the water looked perfect. I could see swirls and wakes, which I hoped to be actively feeding carp, in the shallow water. I waded out slowly, hoping to see a tailing carp before spooking it. After getting out about 100 yards, I decided to stop and make a few blind casts, hoping the fish would move in around me. As I went to pull up my third retrieve for another cast, my fly rod pulled back hard. The fish made a strong initial run, hugging the bottom and heading towards the dam. I survived the initial run, and managed to get back some line. This pattern continued for about 5 minutes before the hooked popped out. Oddly, it was probably the least disappointed I've ever been about losing a big fish. I was just glad they were hungry.
I saw a wake to my 4 o'clock and fired a cast on top of it. I got to 2 on my 3 second count when the water boiled and my line once again started screaming out to sea. This time the hooked popped out after only a few seconds.
Several more fish were missed before I finally brought one in. I was surprised, and a bit disappointed, when I pulled this out of the murky water.
The fish went about 20 inches, but wasn't what I was after. I wondered if all the fish I was hooking into were catfish. The action slowed down as the sun set, but it was fun while it lasted.
Despite the pungent smell of bird crap fuming from the newly exposed island, the water looked perfect. I could see swirls and wakes, which I hoped to be actively feeding carp, in the shallow water. I waded out slowly, hoping to see a tailing carp before spooking it. After getting out about 100 yards, I decided to stop and make a few blind casts, hoping the fish would move in around me. As I went to pull up my third retrieve for another cast, my fly rod pulled back hard. The fish made a strong initial run, hugging the bottom and heading towards the dam. I survived the initial run, and managed to get back some line. This pattern continued for about 5 minutes before the hooked popped out. Oddly, it was probably the least disappointed I've ever been about losing a big fish. I was just glad they were hungry.
I saw a wake to my 4 o'clock and fired a cast on top of it. I got to 2 on my 3 second count when the water boiled and my line once again started screaming out to sea. This time the hooked popped out after only a few seconds.
Several more fish were missed before I finally brought one in. I was surprised, and a bit disappointed, when I pulled this out of the murky water.
The fish went about 20 inches, but wasn't what I was after. I wondered if all the fish I was hooking into were catfish. The action slowed down as the sun set, but it was fun while it lasted.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Skittin' Ta Be Dat Time O'Year
With whitetail bow season less than a week away, I thought I'd post a highlight video from last year to get the adrenaline going.
Staab and I had already filled our tags on this year's two year olds. So I brought the camera along to catch some footage of Staab's brother-in-law, Travis, pickin' some low-hanging fruit.
Staab and I had already filled our tags on this year's two year olds. So I brought the camera along to catch some footage of Staab's brother-in-law, Travis, pickin' some low-hanging fruit.
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