There’s something new in the (virtual) world, TheBlu. A way to create your own ocean, using fish and habitats created by digital artists everywhere. Is it anything? Time will tell, but I’m going…
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I only caught one fish tonight with the 30 minutes of free time I had. The activity out there has been strange, so I didn’t have a solid plan going into tonight. The crappie have already left the shallows. The gar are up spawning. Even bowfin are lurking in the shallows. There was a lot of commotion around several cypress trees, but I couldn’t for the life of me get anything to bite. After
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I’ve always wondered about what I would do if I had to choose just 1 setup to go fishing with for the rest of my life. I know, for sure, that it would be an ultralight setup, but it did take me a while to come to a final decision about what I’d be taking with me. What did I figure out? A 6’0”…
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There’s something new in the (virtual) world, TheBlu. A way to create your own ocean, using fish and habitats created by digital artists everywhere. Is it anything? Time will tell, but I’m going…
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No matter how much we stared at them, the snow drifts covering the road refused to melt.
I wasn’t really surprised; in this part of the world, the snow level is currently around 5500 feet. But you know, this road and this pass were going to be different. Then we rolled around the corner just past 5400′ and the dream of being the first into a small alpine stream died.
The moment hope died…
Every time this happens I go through the usual stages; denial, anger, bargaining, depression over the lack of realtime satellite intel and finally, acceptance.
Usually, I don’t reach acceptance quickly. For a minute, I knew — despite the old tires — the Bronco could blow through the drifts, but even my fevered brain couldn’t ignore another set of *deeper* drifts waiting up ahead, and many more after that.
I pointed at the medium-sized streams of water running down the road and said “two weeks” and Older Bro nodded, though we both know it’s still just an attempt at grownup behavior.
That’s still too early to expect to make it into this stream, even given the light snow year.
Fortunately, our backup stream fished beautifully, and:
Unfortunately, because were a little reluctant to walk away from catchable fish, we got to our Highly Experimental Stretch Of A Creek That Should Fish Great But Hasn’t a little late. This is the water that we’ve now fished (admittedly briefly) three times, yet despite looking absolutely perfect, it has yet to give up a single fish.
Or even a take.
We’ve crafted a whole series of worthwhile excuses for it — and I’ll be back again sometime soon — but after a while, you start to wonder about the nature of reality.
If a damned trout would just eat a dry fly, the universe would snap right back into its proper place.
Until then, everything feels just a tiny bit out of true, and I suspect it will remain so until I go back and invest a couple hours in the place, figuring it out or writing it off.
More to come as I get things written for my clients, Tom Chandler.
I just got this photo from Cuba taken by Matt Hansen. I know exactly what happened here and I think this picture pretty much sums it up.
We were pushing through the back country looking for bones and we had just emerged into a little lagoon. Off to the left flashed an impossibly large bonefish tail. I made the cast right on its nose and it ate almost immediately. It went streaking across the lagoon, pulling off 100 or so feet of line and then it took a slight left detour, brushing up against the clump of mangrove right below where my rod tip is. The fish came off. This fish was my immediate reaction to losing the fish.
It probably would have been my biggest bonefish ever. That tail haunts me.
Gone.
I know it’s Monday and I should have posted this report after I returned from my outing on Saturday, but I didn’t catch a single fish and the activity was flat out abysmal. I started fishing around 3pm. The sun had been shining all morning and I didn’t want to go out just to get cooked. My plan was to fish deeper water around trees that provided shade, waiting until around sunset to drift back
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During my last outing on Cross Lake, I came upon a cypress tree with a lure stuck about 20 feet up. The lure was white, so I could see it from a good distance away. Upon further inspection, I surmised that it was a Bandit crankbait and the lip was far too large for fishing the skinny water the tree was in. It looked like a 200 series which dives from 4 to 8 feet. Even when the water is at normal
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As this is another “travel week” you’ll have to find other sources for your noon chuckle. As I hear so few true fishing jokes I felt obligated to share.
A woman goes into Cabela’s to buy a rod and reel for her grandson’s birthday. She doesn’t know which one to get, so she just grabs one and goes over to the counter.
The clerk was standing behind the counter wearing dark shades. She says to him, “Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?”
He says, “Ma’am, I’m completely blind; but if you’ll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes.”
She doesn’t believe him but drops it on the counter anyway……He says, “That’s a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-LB. Test line. It’s a good all-around combination, and it’s on sale this week for only $ 20.00.”
She says, “It’s amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter. I’ll take it!”
As she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor. “Oh, that sounds like a Master Card,” he says. She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts.
At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes……there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was her who tooted. Being blind, he wouldn’t know that she was the only person around?
The man rings up the sale and says, “That’ll be $ 34.50 please.”
The woman is totally confused by this and asks, “Didn’t you tell me the rod and reel were on sale for $ 20.00? How did you get $ 34.50?”
He replies, “Yes, ma’am. The rod and reel is $ 20.00, but the Duck Call is $ 11.00, and the Catfish Bait is $ 3.50.” She paid it and left without saying a word.
Want to know what it feels like to be an open water swimmer? Watch the opening scenes of the video above.
Paul Lundgren is sharing his experience as he trains for the first-ever solo swim crossing…
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