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Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Potter County Fishing Report: West Branch Tavern Fourth of July Extravaganza Fishing Tournament

The highlight of the summer party season, the WBT experienced another great 4th of July extravaganza.

One of the reasons reasons was the main course:



We also had a pretty good fishing tournament.  Unfortunately Amy Coleman, last year's winner, was unable to attend.  But that opened up the water to the rest of the anglers, who spent the morning dunking all kinds of bait, both live and artificial, to the trouts lurking in the west branch of Fishing Creek.



Temps were in the upper 70s, with partly cloudy skies and high humidity.  Water conditions were normal for July; low and clear, although Bob "The Trout Whisperer" Volkmar, who arrived earlier to ply the creek (and wound up with a nice 14 inch Brown, although regrettably caught before the official start of the tournament), reported that the water was cold.

Success for the anglers hoping to have their names immortalized on the official tournament plaque proved mixed.  The "b-dults," as Elliot "Bearclaw" Felker calls them, could not put a fish in the net.  But, the stream was rewarding to the five-and-under-crowd, who each managed to hook and land a decent trout.






I had stocked the stream on Friday with a dozen and a half Brown Trout, all around 10-11 inches.  But Elliot and his cousin Lily Whitfield wound up netting holdovers, perhaps even wild fish; a 10 inch Brookie for Bearclaw, and a nice 12 inch Brownie for Lily.

Picking a winner proved difficult, as both fish met the criteria for victory.  After convening for several hours, the Rules Committee decided to name Bearclaw and Lily as co-winners of the 2019 tournament.



Of course, what made the extravaganza a success were the family and good friends who ventured up to the "high lonesome" to hang out, fish, ride the ATV, play some shuffleboard, quaff a few beverages, and of course enjoy some roast pig.  Looking forward to seeing everyone at next year's soiree!

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing









Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Montana Fishing Report: Sweetwater Fly Fishing Guide School, 15-22 June

About 8 months ago I saw an article on the Sweetwater Travel Company's fly fishing schools in Montana.  What really caught my eye was that the Va would cover the tuition cost!  It was a no-brainer.  So, with the help of school director Ron Meeks, who was invaluable helping me to navigate through the VA application process, I signed on and got a slot in the mid-June course on the Bighorn River.

Sweetwater holds spring schools on the Bighorn River in central Montana, and fall classes on the Yellowstone River to the west.  Accommodations were very comfortable.  The company had recently purchased the Royal Bighorn Club, which purportedly belonged to a bunch of guys from Denver, including John Elway.  The lodge is in the Crow Nation reservation and right on the Bighorn.  Tuition for the week was $2900, which included lodging, meals, virtually unlimited fly tying materials, CPR/first aid training and certification, fly tying and casting classes, and 5 days of fishing.  We had extremely comfortable rooms, a large main lodge for dining and hanging out to tie flies, DirecTV, WiFi.  The only downside was that the reservation was dry, which meant we had to haul in beer and distilled spirits, and when they ran out (which happened quite often), we had to make the run to Hardin, the nearest town with a liquor store.



Soon after my flight landed in Billings, I was picked up by Pat, one of the fly fishing instructors.  After collecting some essentials in town (beer, Woodford, cigars), lunch, and picking up the remaining students (there were nine enrolled in this class, but the lodge can handle up to twelve students) who got in later, we headed out to the lodge, about an hour or so away.  Not sure whether this part of Montana qualifies as central or eastern, but it's completely different that the western part of the state.  Rolling hills dominated this area; spotted an Antelope and its fawn.  As we approached the lodge we spooked a bunch of wild Pheasants, which are abundant out there (the cackling of a cock bird was a nice alarm at the lodge in the morning).  Weather started out with highs in the upper 70s and mostly sunny skies, but by the end of the week temps plunged into the upper 50s (it snowed in Bozeman) with occasional rain and thunderstorms.

Saturday afternoon and evening was spent getting gear ready and chilling out.  The curriculum began in earnest Sunday morning with CPR and first aid training, then in the afternoon learned how to tie flies.  This was my first time at the vice.  Have to admit that I was a bit apprehensive, having been dependant on Mary tied flies for the last couple of years.  But, as it turned out, with expert instruction by the guides, I was able to crank out a dozen or so bugs in a few hours.


We tied flies that we'd use on the Bighorn; scuds, sow bugs, wire worms, Griffith's Gnats, and streamers.  Of course, a craft beer or two as I tied help keep my focus.




From Monday-on we spent most of our days on the river.   We normally had three students and one guide-instructor in a Clack-a-Craft drift boat.  We'd start about 12 miles up from the lodge, putting the boats in the water around 9:30 in the morning, and completing the drift around 5 in the afternoon.


While the Bighorn is one of the famous fisheries in Montana, and we did fish, it's not really vacation.  While it may not be fly fishing boot camp, the purpose of the school is to learn the ropes of being a guide.  Students were essentially instructors in training. And, as an entry level position as a guide usually means a lot of chores in the fly shop or at the resort, we were responsible for things like kitchen duty, filling and cleaning the instructors coolers, and rinsing out the guide boats at the end of the day,  When on the water, we'd coach fellow students in the boat, and even took a few turns rowing and maneuvering the drift boat.  And, as the river can get crowded, rowing requires as much technique as it does brute force.




The Bighorn is a tailwater, which means that it's dam-fed, which permits water temps to stay trout-friendly year round.  Flies for the river mimic those used on spring creeks, such as sow bugs and scuds.  But flies like pheasant tails, hare's ears, and BWO nymphs/dries also work well.  And you don't want to be in the boat without some streamers. Since this was my first time on the river, I didn't have a way to gauge the fishing.  As I said, we drifted for the most part, although there were some decent spots to get out and wade.  Plus, the river was kind of high and moving fast.  Although I saw rising fish on two afternoons, they ignored my BWO and Griffiths Gnat imitations.  So we nymphed heavily weighted tandem rigs on 14-15 foot leaders, with strike indicators near the butt section of the leader.  Once you get used to chucking so much weight, the casting itself wasn't too difficult, as you're not putting the flies more than 15-20 feet from the boat, if not closer.  From there it's just line control and mending to keep the flies from dragging.  What is difficult is determining the difference between the rig ticking on the bottom and a strike.  What we learned early on is best summed up by the instructors: there's no limits on sets.


So, while this kind of fishing can become somewhat tedious, there were enough opportunities when a set meant a fish was on, sometimes resulting in a miss, or a lost fish, but on a few occasions brought some beautiful trout to the net.







I really didn't keep a count, but think I netted about a dozen trout over the course of the week, as well as  a few suckers, all but one on nymphs.  The last day of the school I picked up a decent Brownie on a tandem rig of an olive articulated streamer with one of Mary's white Woolly Buggers.

Not all of the fishing was on the river.  Steve Wilson, one of the guide-instructors, and also the director of ops at the lodge, took groups of students up to Bighorn reservoir, a gorgeous dammed-up canyon that feeds the Bighorn.  The idea is to expose students interested in guiding in Alaska to jet boat driving and troubleshooting, and also to get some fishing for smallmouth in as well.


The week went by fast.  On Saturday we all got exit interviews, received our CPR/first aid cards, and school completion certificates.  From there we departed back to Billings, as the staff had to get the lodge ready for another group of students. I couldn't get a flight to Buffalo that late on Saturday, so I checked into the Doubletree (the tallest building in Billings), and checked out some of the microbreweries in town.


It was an absolutely great experience.  And key to the experience was our instructors.  You'd expect Montana guides to be river hounds, and Pat, Alex and Steve were just that.  They knew the river, and knew where the fish were.  More important to me, though, was their attitude.  As we floated, I watched the other guides, many of them older gents, and their clients on the river.  In almost every case, the guides all seemed kind of curmudgeonly. Even the clients didn't seem to be having that much fun.  Our instructors, on the other hand, had the attitude that you want in a guide.  They were genuinely excited about being on the water, fishing, and instructing. And even when we were at the lodge, they were available to work on flies and knots.


Don't let appearances fool you.  These cats are the future of fly fishing, and in my mind the future is pretty damn bright.  You don't have to be an experienced angler to attend the guide school, or even aspire to be a guide.  If you're a newbie, you're going to get fantastic instruction on every aspect of fly fishing.  And even if you're experienced, the instructors will more than likely help you tweak your game, all while experiencing some great Montana fishing.

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing

Saturday, June 8, 2019

The Week in Review: From Stockies to Stripers and Back Again

The week brought opportunities to hook into both fresh and saltwater species.  Last weekend I attended a TU regional meeting at the Allenberry Resort in Boiling Springs, PA.  About 100 TU chapter and state council leaders from as far north as Maine showed up for wide ranging seminars on all things TU.  Of course, there was also some fishing to be had.  Friday's itinerary was just that.  Members of the Cumberland Valley Chapter of TU volunteered as host guides and took folks out to various streams in the area.  I opted instead to fish the Yellow Breeches on the Allenberry property.  Fished from about 10:30 AM to noon, took a break for lunch, and was joined by Capt. DiPaola for a few hours in the afternoon.

Fishing conditions were pretty good, given the rain that doesn't seem to want to stop.  The Breeches was running about a foot higher than normal, with flows also above normal.  But not too difficult to wade, with the water a bit stained but clearing.  Stayed right in the section between the spillway and the Meadow Pavilion, about a 150 yard stretch of the creek.


No surface bug activity, so I went with a hopper/dropper rig, with an 18 black bead head zebra midge as the dropper.  Picked up 8 fish below the spillway, all Browns, with one going around 14 inches.  When Joe showed up for the afternoon session, we fished in the slow water above the spillway.  This time I opted to go straight to a chamois worm, and picked up another 4 trout, this time all Rainbows.


On Sunday I headed back to the West Branch Tavern, did some laundry, took care of the cats, and on Monday morning headed to Bethany Beach, Delaware, to spend a few days with Charlie, Lindsay, and the grand kids before Charlie's deployment to Afghanistan later this month.  Capt. DiPaola most graciously offered the use of his beach house, and although not a beach guy myself, enjoyed hanging out at several of the local watering holes.

And we also got a chance to wet a line at the nearby Coast Guard station at the Indian River inlet.  It's been a frustrating early season on the Chesapeake.  The influx of fresh water from the Susquehanna has reduced the salt content in the bay, which has spread out the Stripers .  Our usual early spring tactic of bottom fishing cut Alewife has brought nothing but big catfish, which have moved into the bay in large numbers.

So the opportunity to tie into some Rockfish could not be passed up.  On two nights we set up around 7:30 in the evening, with incoming tides.  By 8 or so the fish turned on, and by 8:20 the action was nonstop.  Over the two evenings we (Capt. Dipaola showed up for Wednesday night's fishing) landed well over 30 fish; Stripers, Blues, Joe even landed a Shad.  All fish were taken on white soft plastics; twister tails and paddle tales, jigged sideways rather than up and down.  Charlie took several Stripers that went at least 20 inches, unfortunately 8 inches shy of Delaware regs.  Even his son Eliot (call sign "Bearclaw") got into the act.




Returned to Potter County Thursday afternoon to surprisingly sunny skies and spring-like temperatures.  It had obviously rained a good bit early in the week.  The West Branch was high, but in great color.  A good hatch of Sulfurs, Yellow Sallies, and even a few Green Drakes that evening from about 8:00 pm til dark,  Didn't have the rod at the time, but did manage to head down last evening, and brought two Rainbows to the net, on on a Chamois Worm, and the other actually taking a foam hopper pattern.  This morning about 7:30 I walked back down to the same spot and picked up another two stockie Rainbows on a purple San Juan Worm, both going around 10-12 inches.


The down side of all this rain is that it can mess up the streams for days.  The upside, though, is that for those few days when it's not raining and the water levels get back to normal, the fish are eating.  With few anglers on the water, the streams have good numbers of trout, and the cool evenings are bringing on the hatches that should last for a good few weeks at least.

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing

Friday, June 7, 2019

Cracking the Chesapeake Striper Code - 6 Jun 2019

To say that it has been a frustrating 2019 striper season in the Chesapeake Bay is an understatement.  Early signs were not good with Maryland's Department of Natural Resources (DNR) along with other groups reporting that the overall biomass of stripers was significantly depleted compared to typical levels.  Couple that with opened flood gates on the Conowingo Dam and the release of millions of gallons of freshwater and you have a recipe for striper scarcity.

Mikey D Fishing enjoys using light tackle techniques beginning in mid to late May to target the much sought after rockfish.  The standard approach is to chunk or chum at any one of several "hot spots" that are verified with marked fish on our newly installed Simrad sonar / fish-finder.  This year, that approach produced channel and blue catfish.  Fine and probably fun if you are noodling in Arkansas, but if you pride yourself on bringing keeper stripers over the gunwale, then it is less than satisfying.  I have personally witnessed committed striper fisherman giving in to the proliferation of catfish by targeting and fileting them.  Not these fisherman, at least not yet.

A tip from a fellow kayak fisherman, Clay White, gave me some hope.  On his advice, I left the dock at 1800 and headed to the far eastern side of the twin spans of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.  The trip across the main channel was a smooth as it gets.  There was no wind, clear skies and the bay's surface was flat calm.

I started working the bridge pilings on the south span about 1/4 mile from the Kent Island shoreline in 15 feet of water.  Another small boat was having mixed success jigging, having enticed at least one keeper to bite.  About 30 other boats were scattered between the two spans.  Some were anchored and some were on the move jigging between pilings.  Temperatures were in the upper 70s with water temps in the low 70s.

I began by vertical jigging without a bite.  The lack of action was attributable to the slack tide.  With no other variables like wind pushing the water, the tide shift was noticeable.  By 1915, the water began to move on an incoming tide.  The surge corresponded with maneuvering the vessel to the northern span close ashore in 6 feet of water.  I also adjusted to Mikey D Fishing's side jigging technique which involves slowly making way along structure while jigging horizontally.  With a yellow and white sparkled BKD rigged, I felt the unmistakable strike of a keeper striper accompanied soon after with head shakes and a strong pull.  I positioned the boat away from the bridge and horsed the fish from abrasive piling edges.  My reward was the first keeper, a 21" rockfish to the boat.  To verify that the experience was not a aberration, I passed through the same area again.  This time a 25" pig slammed the BKD.  A nice fight ensued with Mikey D Fishing on the winning end of the battle.  With filets in the box, I can't wait to get out there and do it all over again!

Tight Lines,

Mikey D Fishing

Thursday, May 30, 2019

Potter County Fishing Report - Upper Kettle Creek

Date: 29 May
Time: 10:30 AM - 1:30 PM
Air Temp: mid-70s, humidity 100% ... rain turning to thunderstorms by 2:30 PM
Water temp: upper 50s

Anglers: Capt. Felker, Bob "The Trout Whisperer" Volmar, Rev. John Kallerson (Col., U.S. Army, ret.)

Water conditions: Great flows for late-May.  Plenty of holding water..  Not many risers, but fish were definitely looking up.  Flies used: Hoppers with and without Rainbow Warrior dropper, Stimulators, Humpys, Caddis ... basically anything that floated and looked edible brought up a fish.

Fishing:  Despite only three hours on the water before the storms chased us off, an excellent day of small stream Brookie fishing.  Started out a bit slow.  Fish were willing, but it took some time to get the timing down, especially on the dinks.  By 12:00 or so we began to consistently tie into fish, some going 6-8 inches, big fish for this small stream. 






Other items of interest.  Grouse drumming throughout the morning.  Spooked a bear on the walk back to the truck.

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing



Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Potter County Fishing Report: "Trout Whisperer" Magic on the East Branch Fishing Creek

The thunderstorms that rolled through on Sunday night did a number on the small streams.  By Wednesday, though, Fishing Creek, although high, had good color.  And with the forecast to be relatively dry over the next several days, Bob "The Trout Whisperer" Volkmar and I decided to try the East Branch of Fishing Creek.

Both branches of Fishing Creek fall into the small stream category.  The east branch, however, can be a bit more challenging.  With the amount of posted land, access points are not easy to find.  And, while showing a lot of character, the stream itself can be challenging, with overhanging trees, root balls, and woody debris just waiting to grab your fly.




If you're into 40 foot casts, this is not the place to be.  The trout are there, you just have to work for them.  The weather on Friday morning was partly cloudy, with scattered rain in the forecast.  Air temps were in the mid 60s, water temps around 49 degrees.  We headed up Fishing Creek Road at the gentlemanly hour of 10:00 AM, and strung up the rods at one of the spots that we had stocked a few weeks earlier, a hole that Capt. DiPaola had success on opening day.  Bob tied on a chartreuse Mop Fly and a small weight below a strike indicator, and on his first cast nailed a nice 12 inch Rainbow.


After I missed several fish on my turn, we headed upstream to do some trout prospecting.  As I said, you have to work for the trout in this stream.  But where there was good holding water, there was usually a fish. At least that's what Bob demonstrated, bringing six trout to the net while losing one at his feet.  My performance was somewhat less impressive.  When I wasn't missing fish, my fly found its way into the overhanging trees.  Even saving the fly more often than not left a tangled tippet that required re-tying everything.  The fishing gods eventually took pity on me, as I was able to land a 10 inch Brookie on Mary's Chamois Work below an indicator.

Four hours of fishing with only one to the net, not to mention the lost flies and tangled leaders, convinced me that something was amiss.  I began to suspect that Bob's Lab Blue had put some kind of curse on me to benefit his master.

Blue decided to opt out joining Bob and me for dinner that evening, but I still sensed the possibility of a lingering Lab curse, especially when I lopped off a small portion of a finger while chopping onions, an "accident" that had me in the emergency room at UPMC that night (after Bob agreeably finished cooking dinner for us) to get the bleeding under control.




On Sunday Bob departed for Pittsburgh, giving me the opportunity to test my hypothesis.  Weather was not much different than Friday, with the exception that the forecast showers were a couple of days late.  It didn't matter; I was on a mission.  With a latex glove protecting my bandaged injured digit, I hit the spot where we started on Friday morning, tied on a Chamois Fly below a foam hopper, and cast up into the head of the pool.  Missing the Brook Trout that rose to the hopper literally where I was standing challenged my suspicion.  But, even after missing a second fish, I stubbornly resisted the possibility that it was me, and not Blue, and made my way downstream.

Despite hitting very fishy water, I failed to move a trout.  And then fortune struck, and I managed to land a nice 10 inch Brownie that was hanging tight against a partially-submerged log.



A short time later I coaxed a Brookie about the same size from under some submerged roots for the second fish of the day.


So, while the score was 2 fish landed out of 4 hookups on Sunday, It just wasn't enough to prove that Blue had given me the evil eye on Friday.  I doubt I'd get anything out of him anyway, no matter how many biscuits I offered him.  Loyal to a fault, those Labs....

Tight Lines,
Mikey D Fishing

Monday update: Hanging down at the Picnic Table Hole this afternoon, under sunny skies and temps in the upper 60s, a huge hatch (for the West Branch) of Quill Gordons.  Dry fly season is quickly upon us!


Thursday, April 18, 2019

Potter County Fishing Report - Opening Day 2019


Anticipation
The stream looks very fishy
Time to string up rods

The state's proscription on trout fishing in the stocked streams is only a month and a half long.  But add to the regulations a gloomy, cold, and wet March, and the wait seems much longer.  Stocking events break up the monotony a bit, but also increases the anticipation that a new fishing season is at hand.

The 2019 season began last Friday, when Capt. DiPaola rolled in to enjoy another Opening Day, the first at the West Branch Tavern.  The evening festivities began with Smokey Manhattans at the bar, followed by a feast of steamed mussels in garlic and white wine sauce and mini crab cake appetizers, followed by a main course of Linguine alle Vongole, and ending with a few glasses of Woodford Reserve (double oaked) and cigars on the deck.  The night skies were clear, temps comfortably in the high 40s, indicating most excellent conditions for fishing.


Saturday morning broke with partly cloudy skies and temps hovering in the upper 40s, with the forecast only getting better as the day wore on.  We quickly ambled down to the Picnic Table Hole (aka Camp Bearclaw), around 0645, set on staking out the best fishing spot behind the WBT from the hord.  Over the next hour or so rods were strung up, the drone prepared for launch, and we enjoyed a continental breakfast, courtesy of WBT co-owner Mary Felker.

At 0800, with the sun just beginning to creep over the mountain, the catching began.  We sunk Woolly Buggers and Green Weenies to the bottom of the hole, and were rewarded with enough Brown, Brook and Rainbow tout to make the early rise worth the effort.  As the weather warmed, we started seeming a few bugs coming off; Little Black Stone Flies, and even a Quill Gordon or two.  But the fishing on this stream seem reluctant to rise early in the season.


By noon the bite was coming to an end, so a good time to send the drone up to catch some action before the bite quit for the afternoon.  An earlier fight caught some good video of the surroundings.  The second launch, however, proved to be a bit more problematic.

After the crash, Captain DiPaola quickly retrieved the drone from the creek.  Amazingly, the battery was still powering the drone.  Removing the battery, Joe left the vehicle to further dry out, optimistic that a "little" freshwater wash down would not result in a Class A mishap.

While the drone was drying, and the bite off at the hole, we decided to scout around to find another spot or two on the stream.  Driving around the west and main branches of Fishing Creek, we noticed a lot more anglers that we had seen on our section of the west branch.  The east branch, to my surprise, was empty.  So we hit a couple of spots that I had helped stock with the state the previous week, and in one hole puled out a 12 inch Rainbow and 2 Brookies, one of them a bit too small to have been stocked.


All in we caught and released about 15 trout for the day.  Even better, the drone proved fully operational after its Fishing Creek baptism.  With Sunday came the thunderstorms that swelled the stream, followed by the cold (and spitting snow on Monday).  Spring in Potter County is kind of fickle.  But the fishing season is on, and with it hopefully the last of Old Man Winter.




Tight Lines,
Mike D Fishing