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Feeding Frenzy

September 23, 2017

September 21, 2017

I felt like I missed out on the beetle opportunity this past Sunday on the Rush so I headed back  today armed with some floating beetles and sinking Trico flies that I tied late Wednesday night.

The day was perfect.  Cool morning.  Still.  Kids fed and off to school. Pondered how lucky I am on the way there.  Grateful that I’m not in the Caribbean getting pounded by hurricanes.  Not in earthquake ravished Mexico.  Great to be out in the open air, under clear blue skies.  Good tunes. An eagle overhead.  Not hobbled by old age.

Wish You Were Here

The rush to work/ it is a sight to see/a sight to flee/a roar to hear/traffic jamming/you yawn in my mirror

Gun.  Club.  Lake./ Black mirror calm/96: 11-12/A Psalm

Wood duck on wing/glimpse an eagle/feet in the stream/beans in my teacher eyes/once green/now harvest yellow/somewhere in the distance/hear the herd/a moo/a bellow.

No cemetery/church/school/nor office/just an outlaw, countryside ridin’/Tompall/Jessi/Waylon/Willie in my ear/earthquake/hurricane/old age/forget it all/forget the pain/wish you were here.


On the water by about 8:15 a.m.  The first two hours were futile.  Not many risers.  Big pods of spooky fish in the slow, deeper water.  Alert loners cruising the shallows.  The beetle…no takers.  Disappointing.  Brought my spinning rod for a few casts.  Couple followers.  The water is low and clear.

A few fish started rising in the faster water at about 10:30 a.m. and I switched to a tiny Adams and a Trico. Caught one small fish a few minutes, in but the trail went cold.  Tied on a different Trico pattern.  Stealthily, I moved slowly upstream.

The number of rises were growing in frequency as more spinners appeared. Actually, it reminded me of making popcorn on the stove. First, a sporadic kernel or two explodes. That is then followed by a more steady burst of popping kernels before the heat unleashes a barrage of rapidly exploding kernels, the top of the pot pinging until the ammunition is spent.  The last few stray kernels pop reluctantly until removed from the heat and the contents are dumped into the bowl.

That is how it was on the water today. All of a sudden it looked like a school of piranha  attacking some helpless prey in the riffle upstream.  The water was writhing with trout slashing at Trico spinners.  Flinging my Adams and Trico into the fray I was soon on a fish.  Just like that I caught seven scrappy browns, plus one little brook trout, missed at least that many strikes, and busted one off.  The riffle was a complete frenzy. I must admit I’ve not seen anything like it.  The fish had plump bellies as evident by one of the photos below.  Then it stopped, just like when popping popcorn.

I wanted to give the sinking Trico a shot.  However,  duty called and I headed to work as planned.  Unfortunately, I nicked one fish in the gill and it didn’t survive.  The first trout I’ve kept in over twenty years.  Only one thing to do: grill it and have tacos.






Swinging Mice

September 17, 2017

September 17, 2017

Swung mice on the Rush this morning as I’ve been planning to do.  No takers.

Major Trico hatch though.  Looked like a snow storm when the spinners started to fall.

Caught four fish, the largest of which was about 14″-15″.  Nice solid fish.  First cast on a size 16 Adams.

Probably could have caught more on tiny black terrestrials in the skinny water if I hadn’t got so caught up in trying to match the hatch.  Lots of nice fish were moving.


The Fury

September 10, 2017

September 9, 2017

Woke up early.  Still full of energy from the U2 concert, which was very entertaining.

Just felt like a good morning to nail a few bass on Bush Lake.

Okay, so no bass.  Just a couple of small pike that just kind of swam up on the lure and didn’t really attack it.  They saved the fury for when I tried to unhook them.





September 10, 2017

September 3, 2017

Took my son to Thole Lake.  Fished the slop which resulted in a couple bass, three small pike and a 31″ pike that put up a good battle.  Broke off a nice four to five pound bass, so that was a bummer.






September 10, 2017

August 31, 2017

The placement of the spark plug wires and latches on my 1990 Evinrude is diabolical in that there is a high degree of probability that the latch will catch a wire and detach it anytime the cover is removed and replaced.

I had the boat in the shop on Tuesday to get the bendix unstuck and so I took it to Bryant Lake for a test run.  The moment I started it up I knew right away:  spark plug wire detached.  Thank goodness for a calm night and a trolling motor.  Caught two northern pike and had three other pike strike and miss in about an hour and a half on the water.

September 1, 2017

Eagle Creek.  It is interesting to see how a stream changes over time.  A couple new blow downs have altered the flow in spots, while other promising spots are cleared out.  No fish but did have a little one take a swipe at a streamer.

September 2, 2017

When I returned home from the Vermillion River my wife asked how fishing was and I simply said “diabolical.”

Given my recent success on the Vermillion, I was optimistic that I had it somewhat figured out.


Despite the cloudy conditions, I managed nary a fish.  Not even a strike.

No fish.  No beer.

— Hats


Motor Fail, Again

August 31, 2017

August 27, 2017

Arrived bright and early at Bryant Lake only to have the motor fail. Again. None too happy.

Small enough lake and calm, so I tootled around for a couple of hours throwing primarily for musky.  No musky but a couple teeny bass and a northern pike or two.

Will have to get the motor back in the shop.



August 26, 2017

August 26, 2017

Soggy pretty much sums up the recent weather with there having been an abundance of rain.

I was lucky enough that my kids saved me two mint Oreos.  Even they were soggy. Not dunked in milk soggy, but stale soggy.  Good thing they were mint flavored as it made them palatable at least.

Caught five northern pike this morning and one small bass.  Can’t say I get bored of bulging a spinner bait and having the surface erupt.


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