Sunday, June 7, 2015

Word Of Advice

Under no circumstances should you ever go fishing on Free Fishing Weekend.  If you have a choice, stay far away from any body of water. This is especially true of the urban ponds in the parks. There are just too many people that have no idea what they are doing, and safety goes out the window.
I made this mistake with Cleo and her mom just once. In under five minutes I removed two hooks from clothing and hair.

Never again.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Window

We got some serious rain a couple weeks ago.  Most local streams were just short of, or over flood stage after the three plus inches we got in less than two days.  But after a week, they were looking much better!  Still a little higher than average, but pretty clear, all things considered.  The local weather reports all talked about much cooler weather coming for the current week, but Sunday it was gorgeous, and I took full advantage of it, spending around five hours on the Menomonee River.
At an overpass in Wauwatosa, I spotted fish, and no other anglers.  I got my gear (I got a lot of fun new stuff over the winter) and went in.  Most of the fish were suckers, but there were trout as well.  One trout was rather large and easy to spot.  He showed interest in the flies I presented but was hesitant to strike.  I changed patterns and colors every few casts to keep his interest, and eventually he struck!  He threw the hook right away and took off upstream.
I took off right behind him, searching for him for a hundred yards or so, before it started to get too deep.  
He was gone.  There was no sense wearing myself out, so I started to head back, not being particularly stealthy.  In a shallow area I found a very interesting fossil.  I find a lot of fossils in the Menomonee, but this is one of the nicer ones.  I have no idea what this is.  If you do, please share!

Menomonee River Fossil

After stopping to pick up and wash the grime off the fossil, I started back down, and there he was again!  I didn't see him until I was only a couple yards from him, and he quickly darted off into a deeper pool with some boulders and a swift flow.  I tied on the heaviest Clouser minnow I had and made a few casts behind the first boulder in the pool and let it swing through.  I don't think I had made a dozen casts before he struck again, this time the hook held firmly, and the fight was on!  He came right to the edge of the pool right away, so I thought the fight would be over relatively quickly, but then he charged right into the swiftest, deepest part of the pool as I tried to maneuver him around the boulders and rebar.
The Menomonee is charming.
The fish went airborne a couple times, it was a spectacular fight!  He almost came to hand twice before finally admitting defeat.  I pulled him into a shallow, snapped one quick photo on my phone, unhooked him and shoved him back into the pool.

A steelhead taken from the Menomonee river on a Clouser minnow
Menomonee River steelhead

I explored a nice stretch of the river without seeing any more fish, so I went back to my car and drove downstream by Miller Park.
There were many cars at the overpass, and probably a dozen people swinging rods at the water.  I walked downstream to the Interstate before even seeing any fish.  The fish were suckers mostly, hundreds of them, and occasional northern pike.  I kind of thought, "What the hell," and started casting.  The suckers would not move, and the pike would flee from my fly.  I was just about to leave when I found a school of more active suckers.  From my experience, the more active suckers will take a fly.  Today was no exception.  I broke one off and landed two in short order before calling it a day.  The two pictures below are of the nicer one.

Suckers on fly gear are fun!

close up of a clouser minnow in a sucker's mouth
A sucker on a Clouser minnow

So far, today is the only day it hasn't snowed this week.  I'm glad I got out before that window closed.  Who knows when it will open again?

Monday, April 13, 2015

Ghost Pepper Fail

It seems like they're throwing around the term "ghost pepper" pretty loosely these days. I just ordered Wendy's "Ghost Pepper Fries," opened them up to find Wendy's standard (delicious) fries covered in a cheese sauce and sprinkled with some sort of diced green pepper, seeds included.

I've never seen a green ghost pepper in my life.  I'm not saying they don't exist. They just don't exist in this dish.

I cautiously popped one of the peppers, ready for the worst, only to taste the ever so familiar jalapeño.  This is probably for the best. I've eaten ghost peppers, they aren't the best tasting peppers, they kind of have a piney taste, but let's be honest, nobody uses ghost peppers because of the great taste.

Bottom line, if you're going to make a "ghost pepper" dish, it had better be pretty damn spicy!  I make spicier chili I serve without hesitation to my three year old daughter. I call it mild. Wendy's Ghost Pepper Fries are delicious, but are no hotter than your standard, run of the mill jalapeño.

Sorry to all my regular readers for my absence. I don't have regular access to a computer that I can post updates from, and I've been hesitant to try to write an update from my phone, as I did today. This past fishing season was one of the worst ones I can remember, and I took quite an off-season. I hope to make up for it this year.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Slow Summer

I hardly fished at all this summer.  The early summer rains swelled the streams to unfishable coffee flows early in the season, and life got in the way.  When I did make it out, the time spent was usually short and I was greeted by the skunk.  I did have a great time fishing in Michigan on the annual trip.  Here is a highlight reel.



Big rock bass





my smallest fish





Dad setting the hook in the background.





This bass had taken both mine and
my dad's lures!

Unreal!

 One of the nicer fish of the week.


I only made in into the Milwaukee twice this summer.  I caught a couple fish both times


My happiest day fishing was just a couple weeks ago.  In the Menomonee, I had a light hit on a scud, so I set the hook.  I gave my rod to Cleo after I was sure she could handle it, and I let her bring it in.


Isn't she the cutest little thing?  Of course I filmed it.


Sorry it's been months again, I still don't have regular computer access.  I'll try to post more regularly.  I'm feeling like the salmon are going to run very soon!

Sunday, June 1, 2014

A Pretty Good Week

A good week indeed, considering the slump I'm coming out of.  After a few other failed attempts at landing a carp on fly gear, I finally brought one to shore in the concrete section on the Menomonee River over Memorial Day Weekend.  The fish wasn't as big as the one I hooked in the marina a while back, but this river carp took off downstream and led me on quite a chase!  It was like trying to slow down Juggernaut from X-Men with a 2X tippet!  I never really did slow the fish down,  it circled back upstream and looped around.  As the fish came back down, I scooped it with the net.  I snapped one quick picture and released the fish.


I think my 9 weight is a little bit too heavy for a size 8 streamer.  The Juggernaut started to straighten my hook!  


A little later on, I was making casts at a pike, and what I thought was a pile of goose poo jumped in and attacked my fly.  It scared the hell out of me!



Bullfrog on a Woolly Bugger, that's a first!  the frog was very upset with me, but he seemed fine once he got back in the water.


Yesterday was such a beautiful day, I made a last minute decision to make one last trip into Waukesha County for the season before it's unfishable.


The grass is already getting tall, but the water isn't overgrown yet.  The ground is still very swampy downstream, and I had hits, but no takes.  I decided to try it out upstream on more solid, manicured ground.  I was able to find some nice fish in the relatively short period I was there.  I fished about an hour, landed three trout and missed about a half dozen or so.  Two of them were really close to ten inches, one was about five.  All were beautiful





I took one of the nature trails through the wilderness back to my car.  Everything turned green so quick this spring.  Soon it will be unbearably hot and humid.


When the dog days come, I'll be waist deep in the Milwaukee chasing smallmouth bass.