The Fisherman

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  1. Spoke to my guide friend yesterday and it is really winding down. What a wonderful extended spring season. See you in November. :-) Steve Culton
  2. You may find the Southington streams disappointing in terms of location, access, and catching. If you're looking to fish for stocked, holdover, and wild trout in a classic blue-ribbon trout river setting (and tons of easy access) your 25 minute drive to the Farmington will be time well spent. Steve Culton
  3. The plot is simple enough: drive five hours. Sleep for four-and-a-half. Up at 4:30am, on the river by 5am, fishing at 5:30am. Hard stop of noon. Drive home six hours (traffic and construction accounting for the added time). Collapse on couch. Madness, you say? Perhaps. But this is, as Guinevere sang in Camelot, the month "when everyone throws self-restraint away." There is something quite liberating about shedding your fleece and breathable jacket -- not to mention responsibility -- then standing in a river in the sunshine in your shirt sleeves catching steelhead. I had this pool to myself for a couple hours. It produced a nice drop-back, already shedding its winter color for brushed aluminum flanks, and two skippers. The skippers were fun, taken during a caddis hatch on a mended wet fly swing with a Partridge & Orange soft hackle. The fish were slashing at emergers in the slack water along the far bank. There was a big steelhead doing likewise in the tailout, but I couldn't get him to take. Now that would have been something to write about. ~ A rusting skeleton that served a more dignified purpose in a previous life. I still can't believe I was catching steelhead in the middle of May. What a contrast to the skunk and freezing rain of the April trip. Steve Culton
  4. A fine, fat, healthy looking fish. Color me envious. :-) Steve Culton
  5. I'm a big phan of presenting ideas to the phinned phocus groups. Well done! Steve Culton
  6. The fish is facing upstream. By setting the hook downstream, you're driving the hook point into the fish, rather than taking it away from him. You're still using your rod tip, you're just sweeping it downstream. :-) Steve Culton
  7. I've used up to 4/0. No issues that I can remember. There are notches in the jaws that the hook wire slides into. Of course, applying tension is relative.... Steve Culton
  8. I have the Big Game jaw. Sometimes I need to adjust the hook position on a smaller trout fly mid-tie, but it's not something that bugs me. Steve Culton
  9. Here's a recent Cape report from a fellow fly angler: "I was on the Cape from Wednesday May 2 to this past Sunday May 6…….the fishing was poor to fair……….things are 2 weeks behind there……….. I fished all over the place………I averaged 2-3 fish per outing…….fished 2-3 times a day ……..1-3 hours at a clip………had a 12 fish afternoon in Cotuit with the largest fish being 25”………….also got skunked on Saturday when I thought the fish would turn on with the warmer weather……things should be different when I return next week…"
  10. Atta boy, Dick. That'll wake you up in the morning! Steve Culton
  11. Yes, and it's not a short walk either with a bag full of trash. Sadly, the next few tides will only bring in and leave more garbage, but I greatly admire their intent and effort. The amount of micro plastic in our oceans is alarming. Like Stormy and Peter mentioned, I also like to play around with different flies and setups during these flush times. Steve Culton
  12. I don't usually publish these things but clearly the word is out, as evidence by overflowing parking lots and anglers massed together like so many sardines -- the spring striped bass run is on. (And then some.) It's been about ten days now. I caught it the day it turned on, and I returned yesterday for round two of the hysteria. Both days I stopped counting after 25 fish. (The intrepid angler, if he or she had several hours, could easily reach or surpass the century mark.) It's rather insane, to the point where you go through stretches where you literally are getting the proverbial fish on every cast. The fishing isn't technical: find a rip, cast, strip, fight, release. I've been using a full sink tip integrated line, a short (2-3 feet) leader, and an assortment of soft-hackled flatwings 3-4" long. I have a limited interest in this kind of fishing, but I gotta admit that it's a lot of fun while I'm doing it. So: If you fish on the Cape, start sharpening your hooks. There's a whole heaping helping of stripers heading your way. These stripers are uber-aggressive gluttons who are wanton and reckless in their need to destroy your fly. Most are in the 14-20" class, with a few bigger bass in the mix. They make for a decent battle in a ripping current. Yesterday I caught them on the strip, swing, dangle, and even with my eyes closed. ~ Here are two of four members of the Connecticut Surfcasters who each hauled out a bag of garbage they collected on their walk back. I know you'd like to join me in thanking them for their efforts. Well done, gents! ~ I'm giving the season so far a very enthusiastic striper thumb's up. Steve Culton
  13. Booking a trip months in advance is a sure way to not only reserve a spot, but also play the weather and bite lottery. It's a game I've done very well at when it comes to steelheading and losing. Like yesterday, when Gordo and I fished some Lake Ontario tribs. 34 degrees, wind, rain, freezing rain, high & cold water, bite all but shut down. (Time for a long sigh.) But, you're there, you can't control the elements, so you might as well make the best of it. We started off with some crik stomping at Trib A. Dad blanked, Gordo landed a dark horse buck before the bite shut down. Trib B was the Salmon River. After a couple hours we decided it wasn't going to happen, and the lack of boats, anglers, or witnessing any hookups made us feel good with the decision as we paddled down to Pineville. Off to Trib C. First hour: blank, blank, blank. Last two hours: a fresh run of fish from the lake. Unfornately it wasn't dad's day, and I couldn't even manage a touch. Gordo dropped two and landed two, so I got to play the role of proud papa, which, as any of you dads can testify, takes the mightiest stink out of any skunk. Given the choice between 10 degrees and sunny or 34 degrees and raining/icing, I'll take Option A any day. Sadly, we didn't have a choice. I think I'm finally starting to warm up. ~ Kids. You take them fishing and they have the nerve to decisively outfish you. That's OK. I've got a lot of yard work planned for this young man this week. Talk about a trouper -- miserable conditions, spotty bite, and Gordo never complained once. Having finally lost a steelhead and for becoming a member of the Frozen Chosen, he's now officially a steelheader. Steve Culton
  14. No doubt it helps to rummage through and eyeball them. To SnS's point, I'll only draw feathers from certain patches within a given bugger pack. Steve Culton
  15. Thanks. Looking for something (as the carton says) large. :-) Steve Culton