Second Chances

The snake tree pool. I missed a big fish here in April. This could be the same fish. I'm convinced it is. This pool is such a great "big fish" home. It's not the easiest to fish, a high bank on the left is the best shooting point. The high bank leaves you with a sagging line which can often impair a hookset. I made a dozen casts on the left side of the snake tree. Started with a quick retrieve and then some slow deeper retrieves. Nothing... Was about to head to the next run when I decided let's throw one over the snake tree, if I hook up I'll have to run downstream to avoid getting caught in the tree. Sure enough, first toss over the tree and this beautiful brown comes out from under the tree and attacks the brown grizzly bugger. From 8 feet above the water the visual of seeing this fish come out from under the tree rendered me motionless for a second. Those big fish moments turn seconds into minutes. The image of the one I missed in April is still burned in my head but is now accompanied with a thankfulness for second chances. She was full of eggs and taped out at 20".

One thing could have made the fishing better this day. That's if I would have been sharing the exceptional fishing with a fellow trout bum.  The celebration of a nice catch is best with company and watching a friend catch a nice fish is sometimes better than if you'd caught it yourself. Good fishing is best when shared.

October is the start of deer season in Iowa, beginning with bow and muzzleloader. This is one of those spots where you may find yourself in the middle of a hunt. Happend to me last year and makes me weary about fishing this water until the Spring. A tough choice given the quality of fish in this section.

Fall Driftless Fishing

The fall trout fishing in the Driftless region is superb. I tossed a black & brown bugger all morning. The browns were hungry. 

Wenonah Backwater 15

Today, I waited in line with some 50 other people staring at racks of canoes and kayaks before the start of Wenonah canoe factory's annual fall clearance event. I knew what I wanted, the Backwater 15, I just had to find it before someone else.

A few minutes before noon, they let us in and people started scrambling for boats. I found the sweetness and the deal was better than I expected, 65% off! It had one small ding, preventing it from ever being shipped from the factory.


This is the perfect boat for me and my family. It is super wide and stable, no need for stabilizer floats at all. It is ready to be oared (with my outriggers), paddled, or motored. It isn't the perfect canoe as it is a bit wide. Plus, because they designed it for use with a motor, the rear seat is farther forward than a normal canoe, which puts you farther from the gunwales and makes for a somewhat awkward paddle stroke. It also isn't the perfect boat, as it is too small for a very powerful motor. But it is perfect for me. I won't be taking it to the boundary waters, or out on big lakes. I'll be taking it on the Black River and the Mississippi River backwaters, with oars, paddles, or a motor.

I now have room for a 5 foot long gar!

Sale ends tomorrow (9/24), so you better get over to the Wenonah factory in Winona, MN.

Lesson Learned

If fishing a tandem rig and fish takes top fly it is ill-advised to try landing fish with hand. The lower fly may end up under your skin. In-fact there is a good chance it will if dealing with a feisty fish. I don't own a large net and when fishing for carp I typically beach them. The weed jungle wasn't offering a landing pad. Lesson learned. 

Illustrating the "grip-n-rip" method. Note the heavy mono loop prepared for a quick tug. Don't forget to put pressure on the top of fly so you get a good exit angle...  

Iowa's Spring Branch

The picture of Dave fishing this pool says enough. 

Grass Carp

Grass carp are a spooky fish. You've got to see the fish and make a lucky perfect cast that doesn't send em running. I've regulated my attempts at these grassies to windless sunny sky -- any ripples on the water and I just can't see 'em. They don't root around like common carp so they're difficult to spot. Using my 4wt as delicately as I can. The only fly that's hooked grass-lips is still the pheasant tail nymph.

Skinny Water Smallies

A visit to some skinny water was overdue. Tossing a hopper in all the fishy spots. Those little smallies induce chuckles with their acrobatics. Skinny warmwater streams will always be a favorite of mine. 

Morning on the Black River

I had my morning coffee on the Black, literally.



Small gar were pretty active. They are becoming increasingly predictable and fairly easy to catch. I've got the retrieve down for these little guys (25-35 inchers). I've also been dousing my flies in night crawler scent, which sometimes seems to work well, other times, after my fly has been in the water a lot, I'll still get strikes, suggesting that it isn't all about scent. Blind casting is a waist of time, better to look for rising fish.



The key seems to be to figure out which way the fish are oriented after a rise and casting ahead of them. It doesn't seem like they move a great distance after a rise, so the fly just needs to be off to the side a bit (the correct side).



These are pretty basic lessons I've learned about small gar in a fairly well-oxygenated river setting. This likely differs somewhat from lower oxygen and more lake like situations (e.g. the Mississippi River backwaters) but I've less experience there.



I continue to see very large fish roll (>5') but have had absolutely no success in getting one to hit. When I see fish this large 1) it scares me, 2) I reevaluate the size of my flies and 3) I wonder what I'd do in 9' kayak with such a fish. I'd like to go toe to toe with one sometime. That might be the understatement of the year:)

Grass Carp on the Fly

My failed attempts at landing grass carp added a great deal of drama to finally getting my hands on one. Just as Barry and Brad describe in Carp on the Fly -- nymphs catch grass carp. It was all about timing and position. Spotting a cruiser and dropping that #12 pheasant tail in just the right spot where carp is making eye contact with fly. This brute was just shy of 30" and there are a couple bigger pigs in there... could there be a 40" in there? 

Prelude to Grass Carp Glory

submarine spotting

My backyard pond has some big grass carp. These carp have my respect as I've yet to lay a finger on them. I danced with one brute for roughly 10 min before horsing out my fly, straightened another meager nymph hook, and missed two amazing takes on a grasshopper. This is the kind of stuff that keeps me up at night. I can hear those grass torpedos laughing from my bedroom window.

I also wonder what my neighbors think of me doing a panther crawl down to the weed wall only to catch loads of bluegill.

if all the gills were this size they wouldn't be so annoying

Terrestrials

Is it possible that I've over-hyped terrestrials?

I pondered this question as I hiked the long path down into the valley of a relatively unknown trout stream. With each step more and more grasshoppers fluttered and jumped out ahead of me. These were the really big hoppers, some two inches long.

I've always had a thing for fishing terrestrials, ever since the first time I caught a fish on a hopper. Like most of my flyfishing successes, my first fish on a hopper was mostly by accident. I was fishing the meadows section of the Bois Brule river in northern Wisconsin during August. Soon I would learn that there are much better sections of river farther upstream for summer fishing. The meadows is deep and narrow, lacking the riffles and runs more characteristic of other portions of the Brule and of most good trout streams. Yet the gentle currents made it easy to fish a dry fly or strip a steamer. On this particular day I was fishing an indicator-nymph rig and on my first drift along an alder choked corner a nice brown came up and hammered my indicator. I can still remember the silhouette of the fish as it moved slowly out of the deep water and pushed its nose above the surface, then pulled its head down and away with my neon green foam ball. At times like these you wonder why one would get any sense of accomplishment from catching a trout. I replaced my indicator and nymphs with a big yellow hopper and on the first cast that same brown rose in the same way, taking it in its mouth and moving down and away again. It was a nice heavy fish that put up a fantastic fight. I landed it and snapped a photo (see above).







Further along my walk down to the stream I started to assess whether my interest in fishing terrestrials was at all justified by past successes. Had I really done that well on hoppers, ants, crickets and the like? The first year that I moved south to the driftless area I caught a number of trout on a hopper on an Iowa stream as late as October (see below). I am proud to say that it did not require a fish first striking at my indicator.

The next summer I fished ants and crickets as early as June and I caught fish, albeit small ones. Later that fall and the following one I caught a number of bigger fish (12-16 inches) on hoppers in late September in Minnesota. On one of those trips my son, Sam, came along. Of course I don't remember not catching fish on terrestrials because if they aren't working, I typically fish something else. In fact, that realization is probably more telling than anything. When fish are taking terrestrials, I fish them and I love it. When they aren't, I'm not, and I don't spend too much time thinking about it. But when its good, it is really good. It is the type of fishing most of us yearn for in the summer months. Tie on something big that floats and start casting. Let your mind wander, have fun.



I was still debating how often terrestrials have been effective for me when I reached the stream and tied on a hopper. My first cast missed the mark and drifted into some slack water on the inside bend. My second cast fell right up against the bank and a decent sized trout came out from the undercut and smacked it. I wasn't at all ready to play a fish and it ran itself directly into a mat of water cress and the fly popped out. That would turn out to be the fish of the day. It was fitting.

The stream I was fishing was small and shallow. The last time I had been here was two years ago with my daughter, Halene. At that time, we were mostly hiking and scouting new water. That was August and we did manage a nice-sized brown on a hopper then too. Now I worked my way up through a pasture section taking several 10 inch trout on a hopper. As the sun dropped below the bluff to the west, the fish turned on. For about a half hour stretch the little trout were racing each other to reach my fly. I had one fish that was bigger come up and miss my fly on the first pass and then take it on the second pass through. I lost that fish.



Its ironic that I spent so much time reevaluating the effectiveness of terrestrials on my walk to the river, to then simply test them out for a couple of hours after that. The fishing was good. The river was small and so were the trout. There were a couple of nicer fish that I lost, but this was a typical small-trout river. On my walk out, I refined my thinking on terrestrials by recalling where and when I have had success fishing them. For the most part, it has been on small streams like this one, where the fish are 100% aware of everything going on around them. It has been in runs that are shallow enough to require only a small burst of energy from the fish to rise up and grab the fly. Perhaps this is why I've taken some nice fish on terrestrials in the late fall on some of these really small and shallow streams. As bigger fish start to move upriver into the shallower gravel runs, I think it is pretty easy to aggravate them with a big yellow hopper. The stream I visited on this particular night will be a perfect place to test that notion in a month or so.

Fly Fishing Iowa Carp

A Floridian found me on the web.

nice blog, i share your addiction and was hoping pick your brain a little or at least point me in the right direction. i live in fl and fish for snook and redfish most of the time so all i have is 8 and 9 weights with floating lines. i am going to be visiting family in north liberty in a couple weeks and i didn't know if i should pack some gear. are there any fly shops in the area? i ran a search but did not find much. any help would be appreciated. - Aaron.

My response was - bring your gear and lets catch some carp. We fished the reservoir for a couple hours this morning. Aaron caught one carp and I missed a few. We were mostly tossing to dirt clouds with very few strong tailers. Tough carpin when they're not digging around in the muck. Now I just need to get down to FL sometime so Aaron can put me on some snook and redfish.

Tailing Cats

"It's raining hard". This was my wife's proclamation last night ~ 2AMish. The proclamation woke me and all I could think was -- I bet the fish will be in the flats. This is one of the effects of having this addiction to fly fishing. It creeps into your mind at any moment. I can't look at a weather forecast without thinking of how it will affect my fishing, even if no fishing is planned. So I got out early thinking I would find tailing carp and found tailing cats.

Evening on the Black

This weekend we had some family up to visit. Uncle Johnny spent a couple of hours with me on the Black. It was great to have a fresh set of eyes on the water, especially the eyes of a warmwater angler. The river is currently up pretty high, so we floated into the backwater/side channel area. After only a few minutes we saw a few gar surface. John had a number of fish follow his fly all the way to the boat, only to turn away at the last minute. He hooked one and played it well through three leaps. After the last leap, it spit the fly. That was all she wrote. Frustrating as ever.


I've spent a lot of time on the Black by myself. Over the weekend it was great to share it with someone who appreciates warmwater fly fishing. It renewed my own appreciation for the river.


Tonight I went back into the backwater and did not see a single rise for the hour I was there. I worked my way over to the back-eddy off the main channel, saw one fish rise, casted to it, and caught it. Go figure.


At John's advice, I decked the Native 9.5 out in floats. It made for a nice fishing platform indeed.
Working the fly slooooowwww.
The fish of the night. I hooked him pretty good with a big bushy rope fly.


An evening well-spent.

Iowa River and Lake MacBride

image credit: google maps

Close to home. The Iowa River Reservoir/Coralville Lake and Lake MacBride. Enough warmwater fishing to scratch the itch. I've come to really appreciate my proximity to these fisheries. On the weekends I've been hitting the water when my son takes his afternoon nap. The temps have been upper 90s this week. Sweating it out in the summer heat reminds me of playing summer baseball, back in the day. I think I played some of my best ball when I was in full drip mode.

The walk from the road to Sugarbottom flat for some gold fish.

The finger on the left is a fair carpin' backwater. Image of Coralville Res. Image Credit Google Maps.

Finger on the right - sugarbottom flat on Coralville Res. Image Credit Google Maps.

Summer Fishing

Fishing my local warmwater lakes and rivers. 

carp on SJW. from Lake MacBride flats.

not a pike. from Wapsi River, on 6" streamer

Met up with James II and Ray for some Pike fishing. I managed a small pike and this cat.  James' blog -- http://cowboyflyfishing.blogspot.com/ . James has been getting into the Pike lately. Thanks for the tips James.

the Wapsi

Coralville Reservoir

I watched a group of carp slurping cottonwood seeds in this backwater. Took this guy from the group. Not on the surface -- although taking a carp on an imitation cottonwood seed would be pretty sweet.

eye contact is one tip to catching more carp