Here is what Hurricane Sandy has left behind in Bethlehem…a full on rainbow arch. I am taking it as a sign that there must be pots of trout at either end, since at least one of the Kodachrome arches seems to be touching down right over Streeter Pond. I will be paddling toward it imminently.
A couple of my fly fishing shots were added to the Fly Fishing Photography Gallery on the fly angler web site midcurrent.com. I like this collection of photography because there is a range of shots- some that benefit overwhelmingly from their epic landscape to photos that are refreshingly mortal in which people are hell bent on finding fish where they already are. To see my gallery, look for me alphabetically on the page (“Stephanie Gould”) Peruse at your leisure, what else is there to do during a tropical storm anyway? In addition, the site offers extensive reviews and other information and links that are useful to no one else in the world other than fly fishermen. Love that.
My Dad and I are fishin’ trolls…as evidenced by his special issue hat. We sing songs in helium like voices while vacuuming up trout beauties in the drop off lanes on a windy Streeter Pond. Glad to have a motor and room for a thermos of coffee this morning…Dad’s canoe setup outwits the kayak in weather.
So, I live about an hour away from the nearest fly shop in northern New Hampshire. It is for this reason only that I committed to learning to tie 3 of the most tried and true flies for my neighborhood. Number one on the list…the black ghost streamer. And to my joy and amazement, I nabbed two hefty, acrobatic rainbows and a small brown trout on my pedestrian, mis-proportioned, bastard “fly”. Okay, that’s pretty fun!
Another fat hatchery guy (guess) sippin’ around on Streeter Pond. The weather warmed up a bit and brought out some bugs this morning, so I switched over to a midge (CDC Griffiths Gnat) and started casting to the spots where fish were sipping. I caught two fish almost immediately before the wind picked up and sent fish below, one of which was perhaps even a bit heftier than yesterday’s “Encore”. There is really hardly anything better than encore multipliers.
It’s a little like a 1980’s concert…just when you think they are going to end the show without playing the radio single- the band reappears like powerless zombies summoned by cheap plastic lighters back to the stage. Here is a nice rainbow trout (most likely stocked by Fish and Game for the upcoming ice fishing season) who went for a black ghost in the rain. It’s amazing that I caught him. Not because he is a tremendous catch, but more because I have always made a point to leave the arena on the second to last song in a frantic effort to beat the exodus. Lesson learned. If you happen to be at a Men Without Hats concerts…stick around to hear “The Safety Dance”.
As the season comes to a close, I am trying hard to execute a noble, graceful release of the luxury of extended daylight, attentive trout, and time on the water with family. I have to admit, I am less dancerly in my undertaking than our friend and guide, Drew, pictured here releasing an Alaskan beauty.
The trout have resurfaced for a brief period today, biting on weighted streamers on the edges of fast current. I managed to land two fish…one long and lanky guy with a missing fin (pass receiver) and a short, stocky guy that threw his shoulders towards the depths when hooked (running back..a.k.a Earl Campbell). Hope we can rattle a couple of linemen from the depths before the end of the season.