Potter County & Chesapeake Fishing Report: A Tale of Two Fishes 24 Aug 2019

Potter County:  Capt. Felker report:

Time: 10:15 - 11:45 am
Air  temps: upper 50s to low 60s
Skies: partly cloudy
Water temps: low 60s
Pattern: Hopper with a Rainbow Warrior dropper

I started at the abandoned beaver condo down from the lower hole.  Although there were a few holding spots, I didn't see a fish until I got up to the lower hole behind the tavern  The big Golden has been hanging out there all summer.  While he normally holds in deeper water under a sunken log on the left side of the hole, this morning he was stationed in the shallower water on the right side.  I made a few casts into the run, and saw a flash, then made a few casts to the Golden.  Amazingly, he ate the Rainbow Warrior.

The Golden, which easily went 18-20 inches, tore up my Rainbow Warrior, so I tied on a 16 Pheasant Tail nymph, and decided to stick around the lower hole for a while longer to make sure the Golden was okay.  A few more casts into the upper riffle and I hooked up to a nice little wild Brownie.

There wasn't much in the way of good holding water, so I got out and moved up to the pool at Camp Bearclaw.  My first cast brought a trout up for a look before he headed back down to the deeper water.  A few casts later a pretty decent sized creek chub took the fly, and as I was stripping in the chub  the trout came up and inhaled the chub.  That fight didn't last long, as the trout quickly let go of his meal.  But it was obvious that this fish wanted to eat.  So I added another foot or so of tippet to the nymph and tied on a Chamois Worm.  Next cast and a nicely colored 12 inch Rainbow came to the net.

From the Camp Bearclaw hole up there wasn't much in the way of good holding water, but I did manage this little stream-bred gem in a shallow riffle.

A sign of a pretty healthy stream.  Let's hope the little guy gets a few years to turn from prey into predator.

Middle Chesapeake  - Capt. DiPaola report:

Time: 0800 - 10:30 am

Air  temps: upper 60s to low 70s

Skies: mostly sunny

Water temps:  80.2

Pattern: live Norfolk spot

A few storms Thursday night broke a hot and humid pattern in Chesapeake country.  The boat looked tired of sitting in the slip and with a light westerly breeze, I thought I would try some late summer live-lining for stripers.  

The light westerly breeze blew more from the north as I turned out of Whitehall Bay with 2 - 3' rollers.  I was easily distracted however by large numbers of birds to the south.  I was able to relieve my addiction to the frenetic surface action when every cast hooked a 10" fish.  

Recent reports indicated large fish caught with spot in the Chester river, but with a pretty decent chop I thought I would try to find some keepers near the Bay Bridge pilings.  Our usual spots were taken by charters and weekend warriors.  With the wind and waves, I thought that it would be better to find some open area to work.   I headed back to the western side of the bay to get leeward of the wind and find some drop-offs.  On the north span, there was a protected cove in the wake of a bridge stanchion.  Since I was solo, this quiet locale enabled me to keep my position with little effort.  Even better, I was marking a lot of fish down to 25'.  

The tide was barely running so I added weight to the leader (see our late July post on the benefits of weighted live-lining!), and I was quickly rewarded with two abrupt tugs and a strong pull on the line. I hooked a nice 20" keeper with a perfect hook set.  He will make for some nice table fare.  

Nice to know that whether fishing North or South, Mikey D Fishing can score during the dog days of August!

Tight Lines,
Mikey D. Fishing

Central Pa Fishing Report: Fisherman's Paradise

A short road trip to check out Spring Creek yesterday.  Mary and I drove down to Fisherman's Paradise, a section of Spring Creek just outside of Bellefont.  The particular stretch that we fished is C&R, fly fishing only, with an added restriction on wading the stream.  As long as you keep an eye out for the trees, it's not too hard to find room to cast.  And if you're lazy and don't want to don waders in 85 degree weather, it's the perfect place to be.

We got to the stream around 1100 or so.  The idea was to wet a line for a few hours, then find a place for a late lunch.  Air temps were in the mid 80s with high humidity; a cold front was forecast to hit the State College area around 1500.  Water was low but fishable, typical Spring Creek August levels.

We fished hoppers and hopper/droppers, with little success.  The one fish I did take was along the bank, and hit a Firehole Beadhead, a nymph that I used on the Bighorn River in Montana.  Hey, a tailwater is just a spring creek by another name, temperature-wise.  Anyway, the Brownie didn't seem to know the difference.

Around 2:00 the heat and humidity created a great urge for liquid refreshment, so we headed for The American Ale House (http://www.americanalehouse.net/),  tucked in a golf course development in State College.  A bit out  of the way, but more than made up for by a great menu and New Trail Broken Heels IPA.

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing

Cape Charles Fishing Report, 16 August: An Epic Cobia Trip, in Three Acts

Cast of "Characters":

Capt. Joe DiPaola

Capt. C.C. Felker

John "Rat Catcher" Hupp

And starring ... Captain Kenny Louderback, Fish Freaks Guide Service

ACT I: A Night in Cape Charles

After two phenomenal outings with Capt. Kenny Louderback over the last couple of years, it was a no-brainer to get out on the water with him again.  Joining us on this trip was childhood friend and long-time Mikey D angling client John Hupp.  We warned John that, despite his mastery of Striper fishing, that out quarry in the lower bay was going to test his abilities.  Time to put on the big boy pants and tie into one of the toughest pulling and best-eating saltwater fish out there.

Capt. DiPaola and I departed Annapolis early Thursday afternoon to meet John in Cape Charles.  As we were in no hurry, we decided to stop in Chincoteague for lunch, and hit a chain restaurant called "Ropewalk."  While the venue was what we were looking for, the service was good, and the menu looked promising, the actual meal was a bit disappointing, not to mention the $8 oyster shooters.

Shrugging off lunch, we continued down to Cape Charles and arrived around 4 in the afternoon.  The town has definitely upped its game over the last three years that we've been fishing with Captain Kenny.  After checking into the Hotel Cape Charles (right in the heart of Cape Charles), we stepped across the street to enjoy some tasty beverages at the newly-opened Cape Charles Distillery.  With some time before dinner, we rented a golf cart from the hotel (who can get into trouble driving a golf cart?), and headed to the Cape Charles Brewery, another relatively new establishment, and enjoyed a couple of their local craft brews.  The brewery is also a restaurant, and the fried clam strips and fried oyster specials looked inviting.  But we had planned on dining at "The Shanty," a casual waterfront restaurant at the Cape Charles marina, and had a phenomenal meal.  From there it was off to Kelly's Gingernut Pub, where we sat outside, enjoyed a bourbon and cigar, and planned out the next day's action.

ACT II: Cobia Hunting

After a great breakfast at Stingray's restaurant, we met Captain Kenny at 8:30 at the boat ramp at Kiptopeke State Park.  Kenny quickly got the boat in the water, and we were off by around 0845.

While last August the fishing was south of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, the Cobia this year were still above the bridge.  So we spent nearly the entire day "hunting" off Cape Charles.  I say hunting because  at this time of year that's what Cobia fishing is about in the lower bay.  With water temps warm, the fish normally hang near the surface, and usually in the vicinity of stingrays and sea turtles.  Even thought the fish are near the surface, seeing them is work.  Low winds, calm seas, abundant sunshine, a spotting tower, and a seasoned guide, are essential to finding these fish.  Once a fish is sighted, the guide takes a rod pre-baited with a live eel, casts in front of the fish, and waits for the take.  Almost as soon as the fish sees the eel it almost immediately chases down the bait.  Once he senses the take, the guide then lets the fish run with the eel before putting a solid hook set, then hands the rod down to the angler to fight the fish.  It might appear easy; all the angler has to do is fight a fish.  But these fish pull hard, swim to the boat, jump, and when they get close to the boat dive like there's no tomorrow.  Although I'd say 80% of the work is done up on the tower, there's not a lot the captain can do until he gets down there to net or gaff the fish.  The last 20% is on the angler.

Conditions were great for seeing fish.  Early cloud cover had burned off by 10:00, and seas were almost dead calm.  This year the ray and turtle sightings were spotty, so Captain Kenny focused instead on large bait balls of Menhaden (also called Bunker), another favorite haunt for Cobia.  Sure enough, Kenny's instincts were right on.  We saw Cobia throughout the day, with the greatest number of sightings occurring after 1100 or so.  Unlike last year, where we lost several fish, we boated every fish that Kenny hooked up.  John more than held his own and took honors for 4 fish landed, all in the 30-plus inch range.  Captain Kenny calls these fish "Rats," because they were under the minimum keeper size of 40 inches.  I get it, Kenny is driven to catching big fish.  But more often than not he was casting to a group of Cobia, and the "smaller" ones were just quicker to the eel.  Still, these fish still gave one drag-pulling fight; a thirty six inch fish is pretty big my book!.  We did manage two keepers, a 43-incher and a 46-incher, which each weighed well over 35 pounds.  Captain DiPaola also got close to a first for Mikey D Fishing, when he induced a follow from a Cobia on the fly rod.

Again, Captain Kenny was the fishing machine.  We can't say enough about his ability to find fish.  In fact, while we were fishing above the bridge, there was a Cobia tournament going on off Virginia Beach.  Kenny reported that no one south of the bridge was catching fish.  Even the 2-3 boats that were in our vicinity weren't having much luck.  That tells you something.  But just as importantly as his ability to put folks on fish, Kenny has a passion for fishing and great repertoire with his clients.  He let us hang out up in the tower (which put a second set of eyes up there), carried on conversation throughout the trip, and had a great sense of humor.  You can tell the man just loves being on the water, which is all you can ask of a charter captain.

ACT III: This is What Victory Looks Like

Although I swear Captain Kenny would have stayed out until the next morning to put a third fish in the cooler, we opted instead to head back to the ramp.  We transferred the fish to our cooler (may have to get a bigger cooler next year!), iced them down for the trip home, dropped "Rat Catcher" off at his car for his drive to Delaware, and hit the road for Annapolis.  We kept the fish iced down overnight, which firmed the flesh up and made filleting much easier, not to mention the fact that they were huge fish!

It was another epic trip.  The two keepers were the largest so far.  And not losing a fish was an improvement on previous years.  But there are bigger fish to be caught, and we can,t wait to head out there again with Captain Kenny!

Tight lines,

Mikey D Fishing

Chesapeake Week July 2019

To adapt the novelist Norman Maclean for those of us who have yet to reach the zen state, fishing is about figuring things out.  Key to that, I think, are three maxims:

1. You have to adapt to changing conditions, and not the other way around.
2. Watch what other anglers are doing, and if you can, ask.
3.  Fish with what your target species is eating

Follow the three and the chances of fishing turning into catching is increased dramatically.  And the last week and a half gave us the opportunity to put those maxims in practice.  With bay temps in the mid to high 80s, and oxygen levels dropping, the Stripers have only a few places to go; either to the northern bay, or under the shadows of the bay bridge pilings.  Add to that the presence of Cow Nosed Rays on their annual spawning run, and chunking Alewive becomes less and less productive.  Instead, bay anglers move to jigging around the bridge pilings, or live-lining Spot.

Both seem relatively east techniques.  Jigging is just that; you toss a Gotcha metal jig or a weighted soft plastic at the piling, let it sink, then pop the rod hoping to entice a bite.  Live lining is a bit more involved.  A standard jigging rod with 20-30 lb flouro leader and a circle hook.  You hook the Spot (part of the Drum family, and pretty good eating in its own right) behind its dorsal fin, chuck the fish close to the piling, allow it to swim down, and wait.  The Spot swims down to find cover, but that puts it in the feeding lane of the Stripers.  You know something's gonna happen when you feel the Spot swimming nervously, which is soon followed by a sharp and noticeable bend in the rod.  That first take would normally elicit a rod set, but in this case you're probably going to lose the bait.  That's because the Striper has an interesting way of eating a big baitfish.  Rather than immediately swallowing its quarry, the Striper instead grabs the spot by the tail (the first pull), re-positions the bait fish to place it head first, then swallows (the second pull).  Patience is key to successful line lining, but the rewards are a great fight and big fish.

Joining us for several outings over the previous week were friends Mike Shina, Tom Cosgrove, and for his first outing, Tom's son Thomas (who caught the only keeper, and his first Striper, on Sunday).  While we were armed for both chunking and live lining, it became obvious that bottom fishing was not going to be productive.  We caught a few small fish on Alewive, but all of our keepers (and we caught keepers on every trip) were on Spot.  The one exception was Monday.  Departing the dock at 0720 or so, and heading to the Bay bridge with a live well filled with baitfish, I sensed the boat turning abruptly away.  My confusion was quickly gone when Captain DiPaola said "birds."  Sure enough, birds were working behind us, from just below the bridge to Whitehall Bay, and about a half mile wide.  It looked like fall conditions had arrived early; a huge school of Stripers working the surface, and even better, keepers.  We limited out in about 30 minutes with fish measuring 20 inches.  By 10:30 the action stopped, which was fine, since air temps were quickly approaching the 90s.

 

On Wednesday Capt. DiPaola and I headed back out, this time rigged for jigging and chunking, figuring that conditions would be once again ripe for jigging.  When the schooling fish didn't materialize, we headed to the bridge pilings.  Unfortunately, we had decided to not get baitfish, thinking it would be a waste of bait, and only had bait for chunking.  That was a big mistake.  While we had plenty of hits on the bottom, no fish came to the boat.  It was looking kind of grim, when the Breezin' Thru, a charter boat operating out of Kent Island (http://www.breezinthrucharter.com/), which had been fishing close to us, pulled alongside before departing and asked if we could use some Spot.  A class act by the captain, we were more than happy to accept his generous offer.  Some adroit maneuvering by the captain made the underway replenishment successful, and we were rewarded not much later by a nice 24-incher.

Still, there seemed to be something missing, because the fish was the only keeper up that we boated.  On Thursday we went out again, the chunking rods left behind.  We headed back to Piling 41, which seemed to be the go to spot for the charter guys, and started fishing.  Not much later another charter boat pulled up to fish the same piling, and we noticed once again that his clients were hooking up at a greater rate than us.  A closer examination of his tackle provided a clue; teardrop weights on a swivel above the leader.  Joe made some phone calls to other charter captains to confirm what was going on.  You had to help the Spot get down in the feeding lanes, especially if the water was not moving fast.

Friday was our "practicum" for the week.  Originally we had decided to crab that morning.  But our limited success the previous day, along with a forecast for morning thunderstorms, led us to decide instead to hit the bridge one more time in the afternoon.  The rain departed the area by noon, leaving air temps much cooler and water temps down in the low-80s.  We decided to hit the next period of moving water at 1400.   Joined by Mike Shina, and with plenty of Spot, we headed back to Piling 41.  This time we added weight to the rods, and immediately started tying into fish.  Mike's call sign quickly went from "Gilligan" to "Liveliner," as he boated five of the six fish that went into the cooler, with one fish going 28 inches.  By far the best day of fishing this season!

By 1600 or so we were leisurely heading back to the dock, enjoying Striped Bass pale ales along the way.  A great week of figuring things out.  And a big shout out to Captain Tilghman Hemsley of the Breezin' Thru, and Ark Angel Charters, for keeping the skunk off!

Tight lines,
Mikey D. Fishing