May 2010

Salmon Smile

Have any of you ever experienced the phenomenon of fishing that is so amazing, so unbelievably perfect that you feel like all the stars aligned and the Fairy Godmother of Fishing has swooped down, covered your gear with fishy gold dust, granted you 24 hours of the most perfect casts and extraordinary drift presentation known to man WITH willing, eager fish?

Or, in simple terms. You went on a fishing trip and it rocked. BOO-YAHH

Well that was me—- specifically on Monday 5/17/2010. Fairy fishing dust, aligned stars, perhaps a whole years of good fishing karma used up on one historical (for me) day of salmon fishing. I’m still grinning like a fool from the whole experience which trumps the other lasting effects like the pretty bruises and the questionable internal injuries I’m still feeling from that day. 

~More Salmon in the Fiesta~

This is how I claimed my piece of perfection. I found a magic rock to stand on. I found a honey hole slot that the salmon were moving (piling) through. I figured out the exact weight to use and the perfect length of leader. Somehow I figured out the exact spot to cast into without snagging up and just how far down the slot to guide my line before I needed to recast or more often than not, set the hook.

I set the hook a lot. So often that Slayer (who was struggling for much of the day) started counting my fish on, fish in the net, fishing broke off, totals. At this point I think he did that because on some level his fishing ego was on the line, but thankfully by the end of the day he was doing fine himself. Since he counted (I never do) I’ll share. Evidently I caught into 58 salmon.  Out of those 58,  I got 31 int0 the net. At the end of the day my jello arms and wounded body parts agreed with those numbers as well.

~Last Salmon of the Night~

However~ big numbers, sore arms, impaling of the butt of my rod into my ribcage and a melted reel aside, I did something else that day that made it beyond special. A little gal, age 14, came along the river with her dad. I asked her if she had caught any salmon over the weekend and she replied, “well, I hooked two in 3 days, but they broke off really fast.” Insta-mission for me.

I told her to grab her rod and I took her down to my magic rock. I made her swear to keep the magic to herself and showed her my exact line of casting and drifting. Magic I tell ya ~ Savannah caught (and for once I DID count) exactly 7 salmon in one hour. She rocked it and dropped the jaws of about 20 other fisherman around. I was one extremely proud instructor. Just when I didn’t think anyones grin on that river could get any bigger than mine, Savannahs smile blew right by my own. Priceless………

I’m not sure when my next magical fishing day will happen again. I know I tried to re-enact the scenario again this last weekend only to be rightfully (and without mercy) humbled back into realistic expectations ~ salmon fishing can be tough. Doesn’t matter though, I had my day, the one that will carry me all through the year. Boo-yahh


~ It was a good day...a really good day....~


Not Quite An Armchair Angler

by Rebecca on May 25, 2010

in Outdoor Photo Journal

~Only Doing the Armchair Thing While Resting in Camp~

I just looked at my calender, computed some simple math and it hit me why I feel so far behind on just about everything reality based.

In the last 19 days, I’ve been off fishing for 13 of them…..

I’m not sure how much of my personality really comes out in this blog, but one thing I don’t do well is stationary living for very long, it makes me twitchy. The way I see it, every chance I have to GO ~ I Go. My guy friends think I’m brilliant. My girl friends think I’m missing a few nuts & bolts typically issued from the feminine side of the genetic code shop.

As for what I think ~ I think I’ve been doing exactly what I wanted to be doing. The only armchair I really appreciate is the one I can kick back on around a campfire.


 I do find it a bit ironic that my fantastic camping/fishing trip started out last weekend doing something I normally would shun off for something a bit more, I don’t know—Me.

~Little Bassilicious~

But I went to another lake with Slayer (not his real name), some good friends, the kiddoes and spent a couple of days fishing for Bass (gasp, your fault Terri) crap-ezz and the elusive lakey type trout.

The trout dissed me, but hoo-boy the Bass were on full topwater action. I pulled out my one and only popper the first night and I couldn’t NOT catch fish. Maybe it’s the stars, maybe it was fairy fishing dust or maybe Bass are just suckers for dry flies. Either way, dare I say, it was a Bassilicious bonanza…..

~Kaitlyn's Little Bass~

I caught Bass while Slayer filled his crap-ezz bucket to the brim so he could later slave away cutting fillets. Catch and release really does carry additional benefits beyond conservation. If you don’t keep anything, you can’t be guilt-ed into cleaning fish. Miss Kaitlyn also caught a lot of fish both Bass and crappie, enjoying whatever hit her line which seemed to happen A LOT.

Somehow I managed to make that one little frog popper live until the last night I was on the lake. That’s the problem with coming under prepared in the fly department. If you know you only have one magic fly there’s an edge to every single cast. I couldn’t help but think (over and over) Will this be the time I snap off or will I just catch another little Bass?

~Bass on a Popper~

My fun came to an abrupt stop when I set the hook a bit to hard and a lucky Bass swam off with my little piece of fishing magic. I quickly dug through the fly boxes I had brought on the boat, but me, the trout loving disciple, was lacking in sparkles, rubber legs and the unmistakable form of a floating foam frog head.

Good God, does this mean I need to buy yet another fly box and stuff it full of Bass paraphernalia? I think I’ll blame this blog. My open mind and expanding fishing list is a direct side effect of writing publicly. That infectious after effect should be put into a disclaimer section.

Anyway, back to the lost fly. I wasn’t about to sit in the boat all night with my fly-less line sitting on my lap quietly wiping tears off my check. So I pulled out a—-don’t laugh—- big old fat dry salmon fly. I tied that sucker on and ignored the laughter swirling around the boat. Desperation calls for desperate measures. I tossed it out and proceeded to scoot it across the water in the same sort of top water action as the popper.

Crap-ezz on the Salmon Fly

The Bass ignored it…….but……Cha-ching! I quickly became the Crappie Queen. That little result dropped a few jaws on the boat, but I claimed I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time. (fake it till you make it) So there you go fellow warm water fisherman. Want to catch Crappie on the top water? Tie on a fat salmon fly, scoot it across the water like a popper and you’ll impress anyone around with your mad skills.

See, for once I’m a helpful blogger. I performed a true field test gone good.

Now that I think about it, maybe the Salmon Fly usage was an omen. A good one…..I have to admit, although the fishing was considered “awesome” I was excited to ditch the lake stuff and get up the road to the Salmon stomping grounds. I think all those little fish were just a warm up. A time to get the arm loosened up for the big time that was coming my direction.

The Salmon experience gets it’s own blog entry =)


~ Here little

I just got home a few hours ago from 5 days of fishing and camping. I’m beat up, bruised, my fingers are all sliced up, and I’m dead ass tired. I’m also impossibly behind on all things correspondence, Internet and mowing the grass BUT~ I’m still grinning like a fool.

So what’s the reason for my unlikely smile in the face of all that whining? Well here, I’ll show you. Plus this will let you know I haven’t been slacking off for the last five days. Oh no, I’ve been busy doing important stuff.

To Start my Fishing Fiesta off last Thurday I went to another lake! As in a boat…..Bass, Crap-eezz & whatever else landed on my fly.
I know, I don’t know whats happening to me.

And then…..and then I went salmon fishing.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words right?

~I caught a lot of these big boys~

Tonight I just thought I would share a photo and say
 ”Hi, hello, if you haven’t tried Salmon fishing lately, I highly recommend it.”


BassMaster-ess, Sort Of…..

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As another weekend of fishing went down in my history, I sit here and wonder what exactly I should write about. The choices seem endless……the bad weather, the fleeting moments of decent weather, the deep fried bacon wrapped hot dogs, the G-force experienced on a Bass Boat, the laughter of good friends, the gas can that [...]

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May 6, 2010

This may come as a real surprise to all you, but I can be a stubborn little cuss when I’m engaged in Outdoor activities. I know, I know, thats hard to believe, but it’s true. Maybe it’s pride or maybe it’s a good old fashion Outdoor upbringing (as in, don’t be a pain in the ass) or [...]

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Fly Fishing (Trout) Lady Goes Bass Fishing…..(Help)

May 5, 2010

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River (and Blog) Slacker

May 4, 2010

There’s something to be said for alittle slacker time. Sometimes when I’ve been out on the river all day and the fish have snuggled in for their version of an afternoon siesta, I’ll seek out a nice shady spot that harbors the least amount of ants and let the sound of water lull me off into a nap. [...]

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