Its HOT, Its BRIGHT but I will not give up the fight, with a nonexistent winter here in New England this past year, the predictive cycles of species visiting our shores is off. Fish you never see are here, the ones you are looking for are far out deep with only the fledgling little ones here and there. Persistence is key but feels futile. Changing tactics has done little other than reinforce that they just aren't here, I know that this too will pass and I will be covered in scales again, until that time I fight on.

Hallloo,

Deep is the dwelling

the East river promises stripers and bluefish

shiny things are the magic

Get out there boy and fight

As Rollins said - "with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm" too obscure? Doesn't matter / Post punk spoken word not for everyone.

Thanks TL for reminding me to post.

Great big fishes coming soon....................

at long last

fun fun fun - finally got me' stripee.

hit like a freight train - funny thing was I was topwater but got a birdsnest that took at least 5 minutes to get out, all the while the slow sink of the trout replica , finally done and cranks a few times (must have been 30' down) POW! made my day!!!

I drove out at sundown again! 2 catch these two lovers in photo memory and they as usual they shrieked, spit, mocked and were generally nasty before they reached the end of my useable lens- their ability to hover and dive vs. the redtails here that swirl and dive make them aritocrats and visitiors. - no photo that is worthy...................
Grizzled, eyebrows pointing wrong direction, whites of eyes – yellow! This is the pointless time in the head – happy now, radio yes, phone no....Left with a direction – blooming color and a focused subject---the reason fades – the stop sign aproaches. The mating pair are back in the field..dancing for all of us, it's sunfall and they hunt this time always. Hovered and focused on the meal-- the bleating of wings is felt through the weeds – there is death about, hide, run, the sun is falling and odds narrow. I am honored to be noticed, I have ruined another meal, another bind that ties. The rabbits recoil and rejoice at my presence---The harbinger duo reflect on their predictability – their knotty mess of duo – another field another time, we are us.

they are coming...

Spring is gone, summer is almost at an end and their energy is becoming refocused...

This is the time to prepare as best we can and stage along the banks...

fill the box with what is needed, take water and a plan... this too will pass

Slow train comin'

No, I didn't quit posting because in my shortsightedness I named my blog with an expiration date...

I just quit writing electronically and made weekly entries on parchment, consider it winter hibernation with a late rising summer.

Spent another week in Mamoth - God that place is beautiful, this time we lake jumped and hit a few each day, from Crowley to Tioga...

more mamoth

more beauty

more mamoth

She's beautiful

More Mamoth

more pics

Mamoth

A picture is woth a thousand words, so I contend we are rich!

september

All I can see is a misty covered lake in september, the spoon plops and creates enough disturbance to swirl the silky currents of mist on the lake, this is the time.

stay tuned for my post from 11,000 feet

B

homebound

stuck - smelling the budding pollen, "The mayflies are coming" - go now to the deepest pool and ply the shining; they are waiting.

Anticipation makes the heart grow fonder

I sit with a new 6 and a half piece of American made pure fiberglass, I cant wait to get out.
We cant choose the battle but we can can choose the fight and I look forward to a consistently bowing conflict, one that levels the battlefield and makes it joyful in conflict.

trout and the fishy waddles

A throwback title to a teenage time when fishing Knights Ferry below the Sonora foothills was all that mattered and discussing Monty Python with my buddy Jeremy was THE conversation.
Sitting on boulders watching the eddyies in the river swirl as we waited for the trout to take the red eggs presented on our lines provided ample time for silly conversation. Trout and the Fishy Waddles was to be our band (would have helped if we were musical) but truth be told it wasn't to be about the music, it was about an idea that would have been epic with marionettes and a local cable access show, but as is with most pipe dreams they float away in the ethereal essence of silly ideas and quick passing passions...

Ok I'll shut up now...a liscense to blog should not be a permit to blather....I apologize!! Damn it


Last week thursday was Trout truck day at DVL, regardless conditions were just tough enough to make it interesting and My buddy Joe and I fished sunup to twighlight. I brought home 3 stockers around 1 1/2 ea. My son and I enjoyed them cooked with butter and lemon served over rice with almonds....Delicious ending to a delicious day... And I am still getting my Kayak..[smiling now].

Why the quote at the intro?

When I was around 10 give or take a few, I acquired a large collection of field and stream magazine, I don't recall the exact circumstance perchance it was a yard sale or other but from that point on I began a subscription( I believe it was funded by my Amazing grandfather) for the next few years I poured over the zines' with a desire to do what I saw in the pages and always looked for those inset stories from the master himself.... we remember what we can and to that point I recall, a boy fishing a polluted New England creek. He was catching boogies and carving out their eyes for trout bait - he slayed. That's my version, truly it was about catching on old fart trout that had eluded locals for years and the boy was background for the story - but as boys do they remember what they remember for only their reasons... and that's my recount. The man left an impression and caused me more than once to blind a bream (to no avail) through a simple story.

Frustration can be the impetus for great things

No day off for the next 8, I sulk now but will use this time to concentrate my plan for the next outing. To much of a good thing salts the water and makes it unsustainable.

Swimbaits and my new Rig

Fished DVL today, 3rd day in the last week to no avail, I am new to the swimbait sensation and matching the hatch....fishing trout replicas in search of stripers. I started late this season and missed the rush of BIG stripers that are available nov and dec. I even bought a quality rig Calcutta 400 on an 8' okuma graphite casting stick----sweet set up and casts like a dream anything over an oz. This was probably why I stayed out and froze my knuckles off. It was one of those days where after the it was obvious they weren't going for the swimbaits I began to target Black bass and rainbow stockers, fishing smaller and smaller baits close to shore....it was an ARGHH day but still better than sleeping in on a day off....I am used to killing on the trout and Bass from the shore(warm weather) but the persistent lake level dropping has turned the coves into lifeless inlets, all the cover that was fishable from the shoreline 3 months ago is now on dry land and the subtle contours are walkable sand. Hoping the newly laid snowpack can rejuvenate the level in 08'.