Sunday, October 18, 2015

Long-sleeve shirts and bare feet

Had a glorious day on the Lynnhaven River yesterday.  Had a fresh coat of paint on the Whaler since summer, but had not had the chance to get her wet.  

Hurricane Joaquin spoiled the fun a couple of weeks ago, but I finally got my chance to get out yesterday.

You know it's fall when you wear long-sleeve shirts...

but fish bare-footed!

All the better to feel the fly line underfoot my pretties!

The tide was going out.  I fished two marsh cuts and caught fish at both.  At the first, I probably caught a dozen on a steady pick.  A sinking line and a mummichog clouser were the ticket. 

 The fish were plentiful, but all around the 12" size.  I wish I remembered to bring my tagging supplies.  I think the fish size reflects the bad winter we had last year and all the fish kills of speckled trout.  If these guys can survive until next year, perhaps we'll get some quality fish next year.

I also caught this scrappy striper dink.

 The mummichog clouser was first shown to me by my friend Kendall Osborne. The color variation of the classic Bob Clouser minnow, is orange on the bottom, then white, then pearl flash, then chartreuse, then olive, then black on top.  Complicated - yes; effective - YES!

Leaving the first spot, I was content, but wanted to run the engine a little more so I motored over to another favorite spot and, although the river was packed, this spot was wide open.  I anchored up and started catching fish almost immediately. These specks were a little bigger, perhaps 16", and had a little girth to them.  Fun!

After a few "one more cast"s I finally started up the Yamaha and headed for the barn.  It was a beautiful, brisk October day.  The specks were plentiful,  the sun was shining, and the boat ran good.  Perfection.

I have some underwater video I haven't looked at yet.  Stay tuned...

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Better late than never. Here's some video footage of two trips to the flats around Wilmington NC in search of tailing reds. Had lots of fun, but those days when the tides flood the marshes are too few and far between. Look for the tailers, they're in there. Hope you enjoy. Kevin
Redfishing Wilmington 2015 from Coastal Explorer on Vimeo.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Big Run Farewell, May 2015

It's sad, but true; my good friend David is leaving VA to head back to his native streams in Minnesota and Wisconsin.  So it was with great urgency that we fish one last time in the bosom of the Shenandoah.  We chose Big Run for some sweet, blue line brookies.  After a successful Bill Wills SE VA TU "Trout in the Classroom" release of fingerling brookies in the South River (Waynesboro), I shanghaied Logan, had a relaxing dinner at Blue Mountain Brewery, and we met David and Robert at the Rockfish Gap entrance station to the Shenandoah National Park. 

Like other "hike in" streams in the mountains, fishing Big Run requires a commitment.  The downhill to the stream is easy enough, but time-consuming.  The hike out after a day's fishing - that's another story!

We camped overnight Saturday, rose early and made a quickie, just-add-water breakfast, and hit the Big Run Loop Trail at 7:30 am.  We wore light hikers and packed in waders and boots to make all the hike more bearable.

And so the trail begins…

We kept a good pace on the descent, making note of all the blooming flowers on the way.  They were diminutive, but pretty.

The white petals on a dogwood tree are technically sepals, not  "flowers".  The flower is the yellow/green explosion in the center of the white sepals.

One of the many feeder streams entering Big Run.  Every addition made the run bigger, wider, and deeper.

More flowers….

 We're suckers for blue line fishing.  Trickle of a stream - we'll fish it!  But this time we heeded the advice of of the folks from the South River Fly Shop and we agreed to bypass some earlier water and press on to the lower section of the stream along the Big Run Portal Trail.  It was hard to pass up promising water, but we had faith…

We switched from hiking shoes to waders and wading boots and started licking our chops.  I stayed with Logan for a bit, but it didn't take long before he got the hang of approaching pools from below and fishing his way up to the heads of the pools.  He had his first fish in short order.  For safety, we made plans to all rendezvous for lunch and so we could compare notes.

I didn't see a whole lot of rises, none actually, so even though I saw one huge brown mayfly and one big yellow bug, I decided to fish a bead-head pheasant-tailed nymph.  It was a good choice.

Here is the first of my fish that day...

And the fish were cooperative….

I took five fish up against this bank; two of the brookies were 10-11 inches.  Here's Robert seeing if the brookies would come for a dry fly take.

The brookies were loving the pheasant-tailed nymph, and I was happy to give them a little exercise.

Here's Logan laying out a nice line with his new kit.

We hop-scotched our way downstream, section by section fishing our way upstream.  Unconventional?  Perhaps, but effective nonetheless.  The fish were treating us nice. 

Below the confluence of the Big Run and Rocky Mtn. Run, the stream just got prettier and prettier…. 

Pretty, pretty pools.  I don't know about the other guys, but in the slower water, I was catching some pretty big chubs and a few dace.  So I tended to pass up those sections as I made my way NW.

More flowers….

Below the confluence there was a fairly long flat staircase section of the stream.  It was pretty, but did not appear to offer any holding water so I moved on. 

After lunch I enjoyed a steady pick of fish.  I had left the Scott 3 wt. in the car and instead focused my attention on my Tenkara USA "Rhodo" rod.  I had used it sporadically over the past year, but on this day, it really proved its metal and I'm not sure I'll ever go back to a rod and reel in the Shenandoah.  The Tenkara is perfect for these brookie streams!  Thanks to David for getting me hooked!

At lunch we had agreed to stop fishing at 4 pm so we could hike the ~4 miles back up the Big Run Portal and Big Run Loop Trails before dusk - the last ~2 miles would be a steady and torturous uphill climb after an early rise, hike down, and full day of fishing.  The fishing was fairly closed in making casting a technical affair.  To fish this stream, an angler needs to cast over, in-between, and through bushes, tree branches, and tall weeds.  

I broke off my nymph on some outstretched obstruction or other and lost a fair amount of tippet to boot.  It was getting late, past 4 :), so, like the saltwater fly fishing heretic that I am, I loop-to-looped a section of 5X to the snapped leader's end and put my faith in a parachute Adams to round out the day on dries.

I got to this picturesque pool and knew this was the place!  I picked up one fish, but the rise and take made me forsake my 4 pm promise and I had to have another.  Thankfully, I didn't have long to wait!  

I telescoped the Tenkara USA Rhodo down and joined David, Logan, and Robert for the long climb out.  After a couple of fords, we switched out of our waders and boots, and back into day-hikers.  Sweet relief!  Up we climbed, and climbed, and climbed.  We took breaks, snacked, and drank what water we had left - knowing that we had a sixer of Blue Mountain Brewery Kolsch-151 in the cooler in the car as a reward.

We were happy to see the rock walls lining the Blue Ridge Parkway - that's when we knew our uphill ordeal was over.  We had a nice little celebration in the parking lot recounting the day's events.  Then we beat it back to Charlottesville for some Mexican food before the ride back to Hampton Roads.  Logan and I traded "my favorite band" stories to pass the time.  

I pitched Logan and his stuff out at around 10:30 pm  and made my way home savoring the memories - great scenery, great water, great fishing, great friends!  What a combination! 

I'm looking forward to the movie version of our trip on the "My Leaky Waders" Vimeo website.

David we will miss you.  Come back to VA and the Shenandoah - looking forward to fishing with you and JR! 


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Super Moon reds in the Lynnhaven River

Went out Sunday with my Buddy Tim and new friend Zack to fish the rising tide in the Lynnhaven River.  

First we swung by Dunkart's Hole to get the stink out of the kayaks and were rewarded with croaker and flounder.

They always like KO OZ's #2 mummichog clouser (black over olive over chartreuse over white over orange with pearl flash)

I love cloud formations and Sunday they were spectacular on the water!

And it only got better as the sun went down!

We enjoyed the paddle as we headed up river in search of redfish…

We found them blind casting as the rising tide swept us along the wetland banks on the incoming tide.  The first was a surprise having seen and spooked many cruising rays in the vicinity…

It was a nice 24" red that caused me to put down the paddle and go on the Nantucket sleigh ride as he pulled and I pumped and reeled!  After landing him and a few pics, we headed back up to the top of the conveyor belt.  There were cookie cutter 2-footers to be had on every drift!  

The iPhone 4s takes crap pictures in low light so this one was taken with the aid of a headlamp.  

A nice fight on an 8wt.  It was really exciting hearing them crash bait up against the marsh edge.  We just kept whispering "oh my god! oh my god!"

I've had many poor days and hard working skunks so it's nice to score some fatty reds from time to time!


Sunday, May 11, 2014

David Nash's video about our guided trip on Mossy Creek, Harrisonburg VA

David's newest, and one of his best, videos on our trip to Mossy Creek. Caught my biggest brook trout ever (15"), some fat browns, and some sweet rainbows. We were guided by Brian and Colby Trow. Book them! You can't go wrong.

Look for the full story and more photos in the August edition of Distinction Magazine.

Mossy Dreams from My Leaky Waders on Vimeo.