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More Baetis Success   Leave a comment

After fruitless effort during the first thirty minutes of my fishing time today I gave it one last shot. Actually I was about to do the responsible thing and go back to work after snapping off my pink squirrel on some underwater object, but as I was leaving I saw a trout rising to Blue Winged Olives consistently in a spot I hadn’t targeted on this fine day, so I decided for one last attempt to connect with a trout.

I had to tie on a new 5X tippet because the previous tippet had snapped off in the aforementioned incident the with aforementioned unseen object. So I unspooled my leader and some line from my reel, tied on a new tippet with a double surgeon’s knot, tied on a size 18 elk hair caddis, and realized I hadn’t threaded my line through my rod guides. No worries though. A size 18 fly is small enough to fit through all the guides on my 3-wt rod.

So, anyway, I managed to do all this without spooking the fish, which I assumed would be another 6-inch toddler trout. Making a terrifically difficult but stunning backhanded cast and avoiding any entanglements, I presented the fly at intervals of increasing distance, hoping to avoid spooking the fish in this very still pool. On about the sixth cast I had put the fly right above the area where I’d seen the fish sipping flies. I let it sit. Nothing. More nothing. Then, something!

I had barely noticed the slight tug in my line, but I tested to see if I’d made a connection. I don’t recall seeing any fish lips breaking the surface of the mirror-smooth pool, but they must have because my rod was suddenly bent over. I tugged to set the hook and gave the reel a spin. The tension was gone and I wasn’t sure if I’d kept the fish on. The logical place for this fish to make a run was downstream, toward me, and I suppose that’s what it was doing. So I cranked the reel as quickly as I could to keep any hint of tension possible on the line, but it was tough keeping up with that fish.

Then I saw that it was in fact a respectable fish. When I saw him, he saw me, and he turned back upstream to the pool. I let the reel reverse as he made a run back up. I was worried about breaking that size 18 hook off. But I didn’t. I played that nice fish back to me without incident and it was a very enjoyable conversation he and I carried out via that fishing line.

He sure didn’t want to hold still for me to scoop him out of the water for a picture, but I finally got my hand under his belly and brought him out. What a terrific fish and a memorable catch! A picture and then back in he went, and back to work I went…

Black Earth Creek Brown Trout, 13-inches, on an Elk Hair Caddis

Black Earth Creek Brown Trout, 13-inches, on an Elk Hair Caddis

Get out there!   2 comments

My parents took me out into the wild with them and I’m grateful for it. The “wilderness” of the Driftless Region has a lot to discover, not the least of which is good fishing. I’ve seen turtles, deer, beaver, skunk, herons, otters, frogs, and an enormous number of plants and rock formations.

I’m blessed to have boys who are game when it comes to stepping outside. It pays to expose our kids to the wild lands around them. I’m better off for having done it as a kid, and I’m happy to expose my own children to it, and they seem to love it!

Stephen Rose with his son at Love Creek, March 2011

Stephen Rose with his son at Love Creek, March 2011

 

Tom A-B with Bode and Stephen's son, Love Creek, March 2011

Tom A-B with Bode and Stephen's son, Love Creek, March 2011

 

Content after a day outside

Content after a day outside

Opening Day With My Son   1 comment

My 8-year-old son Bode had been asking for a few weeks when fishing season would be starting. He’s been anxious to get out and catch some fish. He wanted to go to Lake Wingra nearby, but the bite there has been slow in starting up, due to the cool spring we’ve had (I think). I talked him into heading to a trout creek instead. I’m glad I did!

Into the truck we went, and Stephen drove us up to Lodi Spring Creek. We fished a section west of town and found some very productive areas. Stephen fished with wooly buggers on his fly rod and had some good success, finding a nice spot where 4 fish were caught and released, and several more that charged his fly but didn’t take.

Bode and I worked downstream from Stephen and found a couple of nice holes for him to toss a #9 silver Panther Martin in. At first he got lots of  “bumps” on the lure but no hookups. But after a dozen casts he pulled out a nice 12″ rainbow. We were both jazzed about it!

Bode with his first fish of 2011, a 12" Rainbow

Bode with his first fish of 2011, a 12" Rainbow

 

Bode caught another fish too, a 10″ Brown Trout. Both were taken home at Bode’s request and fried in butter with garlic and herbes de Provence. We both enjoyed our first trout dinner of the season.

Next week we’ll put our rowboat in at the marina in Lake Wingra and it’ll be panfish mayhem, but with this successful trout stream outing under his belt, I’m hoping Bode will join me often on forays into the Driftless, to take in the beauty of the land and the adventure of fishing my favorite creeks.

Sensuality in Nature   Leave a comment

Spring Water, Baraboo Hills, Wisconsin

Spring Water, Baraboo Hills, Wisconsin

The Scene Today   Leave a comment

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Posted April 29, 2011 by troutseeker in Uncategorized

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Baraboo Hills Trout   Leave a comment

Stephen and I fished a Baraboo Hills stream Sunday with our kids in tow. The kids had a great time exploring and Stephen and I caught about 15 Brook Trout on flies (without really trying).

Stephen Fishing a Baraboo area stream

Stephen Fishing a Baraboo area stream

Our friend Len Harris featured in Wisconsin State Journal   1 comment

Great article on a father-son duo who’ve been fishing with Len for six years…

Outdoors: Harris watches angler grow up http://bit.ly/fYalLA

Posted April 14, 2011 by troutseeker in Uncategorized

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The White Wooly Bugger, Fly-Fishing vs Spinning, and the Tributaries of the Kickapoo   3 comments

Last week Tom and I took a sort of ‘last hurrah’ expedition to the Kickapoo Valley Reserve to get in some fishin’ before I embarked on a new job which might impinge on our ability to get out there as often as we might wish.

It was a great idea and great trip.

The story of this occasion was the "white wooly bugger".

Due to scheduling beyond our control, we felt that this was an opportune moment to give our “hammock camping” ambitions another go ’round. We left Madison at 10:30pm and made camp around 12:30am under cover of a moonless but starry night not far from our intended fishing spots.

Tom in a justly famous "Hennessey Hammock" after a pleasant evening.

The hammocks proved their virtues yet again as we strung them in minutes and were comfortable through the night. (doubled sleeping bags comes highly recommended)

I want to discuss a beautiful discovery I had while we fished. I had no real plan or strategy eked out for how I might approach the streams but I figured that this early in the season a hatch would be light at best and that nymphing would be our most likely presentation.  I had tied a number of white wooly buggers on the old adage, “light flies, light day, dark flies, dark day”. I am almost not interested in color patterns in flies at the moment. I tend towards the idea that profile trumps color in most fishing situations. Attraction can be brought about with metallic light catching materials but roygbiv seems irrelevant from my experience. This narrows my need for all kinds of varied materials when tying flies and limits indecision speeding production.  I’d love to hear what anyone else thinks about this as I have yet to read anything about the simple idea of using white or black flies as the baseline for virtually all patterns.

Anyway, my first usage of the white wooly bugger was a revelation. Where with most flies I felt some need to tie on a float to aid in  recognizing strikes, the white wooly bugger was plainly visible beneath the surface and the need for a float was negated. I could now cast with much greater comfort as my leader and tippet unfurled in continuous arcs without the ‘hinge-like’ effect that I find when using a float. I could watch the travel of the white fly all the way to a fish’s mouth. It was terrific!

My new favorite fly pattern.

When I cast my last white wooly bugger onto a lovely wall only to have it get hung up in a deep bend I was almost ready to get wet to salvage it. I spent the rest of the day thinking of that damn fly. I could see it under the surface just begging me to make a mistake trying to retrieve it.

I intend to tie plenty more of these over the coming months. I’ll use lots of lead and a beadhead so I can get it down deep and not have to add split shot which I find disturbs the travel of my line just the way a float does. If you’ve got to have weight it’s nice to have it in just one place. As you can see by the picture, Tom has me beat cold in the fly-tying department. I tie to fish and I’m not ashamed of it. At least, not yet.

On a larger note, I’d like to bring up an idea I recently read about in TU’s periodical “Trout”. I highly recommend checkin’ this out as it was filled with superlative stories on the restoration work going on in our state and beyond.

Here’s the thing: “discovery is the soul of angling”.

That’s it. That is about as irreduceable an idea as I can summon about why I love this activity. It just ain’t about the fish.

Here’s Tom taking his time with his next move. This is a picture of a fisherman in process.
The Kickapoo Valley Reserve is such a god-awfully beautiful place that ‘seekingtrout’ is it’s own reward.

A fresh and blooming skunk cabbage. Maybe fresh isn't the right word.

A moment of astonishing drama in the woodland dun.

A clutch of amphibian eggs beneath the reflection of a leafless canopy. Spring peepers, Cricket frogs, and Green frogs sang in the ephemeral ponds adjacent to the streams.

Last, I wanted to offer a riff about , yes, fly-fishing. Tom and I found that last season we could catch about as many fish as we could want on an ideal day with spinning gear. We worked a stream with an almost ruthless vigor. Spinning is a fast, athletic, and very productive method of fishing. But isn’t ‘productivity’ what our everyday back at work is about? Isn’t fishing sort of a moment where productivity isn’t the underlying motivation?

We fly-fished for probably eight hours. We did not catch fish as we might of with spinning gear or so we supposed. But we did find that we fished with greater intention and sometimes with a kind of grace that spinning gear doesn’t offer. There is, deep down, a kind of brutality to spinning gear that we both could not fail to notice when we switched over to spinning in the latest part of the day. This was an experiment. We wanted to see what happened to our day by changing our method.

I think we both came away rather surprised by how much we missed the slow and quiet presentation of the fly despite catching more fish.

It is hard to not be astonished no matter how many times you bring a brookie to hand.

I haven’t posted in awhile. I kind of been in a funk with what to say recently. This latest trip has revitalized my interest. I can’t wait to get back out there.

Thanks.

Bring it on!   Leave a comment

Here we go. The next six months are shaping up to be a whirl-wind tour of the state in rubber pants. One year ago this was unimaginable.

I now feel like a moth to a flame. God I hope I don’t go totally feral this year.

There is so much cool stuff on the net related to this activity.

Tomorrow's quarry. Tava Evericulum

 

 

Posted March 4, 2011 by Stephen in Uncategorized

Beaver Trapping   1 comment

Castor canadensis

Shortly after Tom and I visited the Wisconsin Fishing Expo the outdoor page for Madison.com recreational sports posted an article on the cumulative condition of our state’s streams over the last sixty years.

The article suggests that the near future of Wisconsin trout-fishing will be terrific. This felt like the nicest thing happening in our state right now. I considered how fortunate we were to be around at this idealized moment to take advantage of these conditions. But I noticed a comment had been posted and upon opening it I realized that, for some, this article fails to tell the whole story.

I’m usually wary of when I get too comfortable about the state of things and this was one of those times.

Patricia Randolph is a state columnist for the Capitol Times and her take on the trapping of fur-bearers gave me a moment of pause. I found an article she’d written back in February.

This article felt shrill, myopic, and over-reaching. It didn’t take much research after-wards to turn some things up that might refute some of her claims.

It’s true that beavers are harshly killed in these traps and there is little getting around that. When Tom and I visited the Tipperary Creek a few weeks back we came across one of these.

Found abandoned, loose, rusty, and unset on the bottom of the Tipperary Creek

It is also true that this kind of trapping can be indiscriminate and take down unintended other creatures. (my kids was the first thing that came to mind) I can’t speak for Tom but I know I actively seek out beaver dams for their storied fishing potential. According to the DNR document above, we aren’t likely to find beavers in this part of the state in great numbers as we lack ideal habitat.

I think we may have seen a few beavers all last season. But I do recall seeing plenty of evidence of the presence of beavers along the river’s edge. And I recall that beaver’s were very close to being extirpated from Wisconsin by the early 1900’s. The thing about beaver is that they are a naturally hardy creature that given the right circumstances may be prone to boom and bust cycles not unlike a rabbit population. When the fur trade died the beavers returned with a vengeance.

So how to feel about Trout Unlimited pulling down beaver dams in the name of better trout water? I can’t say that I am terribly interested in personal involvement in this activity as they aren’t actively killing the beavers I’m inclined to think that this may be a fairly innocuous activity in South central Wisconsin. Keeping those streams cold and flowing does alot for many species beyond the salmonids. And when these streams are recognized it very likely helps the people who live on these waters to pause and consider before they decide to make changes that could disrupt their health and efficacy.

This coming season I intend to take advantage of the natural fishing holes that beaver dams so famously create. Should someone come along and opt to take these marvelous structures down I will hope it is done taking account of as much good science as is currently available.

I sure would like to hear some comments regarding this matter as it pays to be as informed as possible. Anybody?

Here’s the latest and greatest information on the Climate Change Impacts associated with our coldwater fisheries.

See ya’ out there.

Posted March 2, 2011 by Stephen in Beaver Trapping, Uncategorized

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