There are times when one’s fishing enthusiasm seems, well… ridiculous. What do you call that thing that they put on the front of ships to break up the ice? Need one…
Drifting and rowing around with my Dad, we hit on an interesting phenomenon. Gusts plus passing clouds equals fish chomping stonefly nymphs. Literally waiting for a healthy gust to bother casting…by the way- If you see my Dad, don’t mention it. He hooked and lost a really large fish (which we saw as it jumped and snapped his leader) This the kind of hell that drives some fisherman to the bottle. Not my Dad, but he will be pushing down Snickers and Blue Bell ice cream this evening in an effort to conceal the memory with a diabetic flush of amnesia.
I caught my first trout of the season today at Streeter Pond on a fly recommended by Chris and Brian, two of the pond’s native sages. Five small rainbows, one medium chunky, and a big missed tug have me willing to finally relinquish. Tonight, the last bit of winter holds in the ravines of Mount Washington faintly lit by an emerging yellow moon. Although the air is still sweater worthy, this huge candlelight moon is proof that summer is on its way. And the fishing will be good.
A total melting today under clearing skies and temps in the 50s. If skis won’t glide, it’s time to cast some flies before water freezes. Slow sippers on Streeter are unimpressed by everything, until finally I have a taker on the smallest fly in my box. I still have a slight murmur of a headache from threading it onto my leader. Tough fishing, but until there is snow to play in I am grateful for the opportunity to be outside.
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”.