Joke/Quote #9

   Well...it's early Saturday afternoon, hotter than hades outside and I'm feeling the AC big time, so... no fishing today, lets have a good laugh!

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I fish better with a lit cigar; some people fish better with talent.  
   ~Nick Lyons, Bright Rivers, 1977

A fisherman returned to shore with a giant marlin that was bigger and heavier than he. On the way to the cleaning shed, he ran into a second fisherman who had a stringer with a dozen baby minnows. The second fisherman looked at the marlin, turned to the first fisherman and said, " Only caught one, eh?"

...of all the liars among mankind, the fisherman is the most trustworthy. 
    ~William Sherwood Fox, Silken Lines and Silver Hooks, 1954

   One day Jim was out fishing and was not having any luck at all, he tried lures, worms and other types of bait and was just not catching anything. Tom was fishing about 20 feet from him and was catching fish as fast as he cast his line out. Jim was getting very jealous of this show off, so he asked Tom what he was using for bait. The man said " I am using worms, but I dip them in whiskey" Jim got really interested in this technique so he asked Tom if he could try one of these drunk worms. Tom had no problem with this request so he handed Jim one of the worms. Jim placed the worm on the hook and cast out no sooner than his hook hit the water, Jims pole began to bow like crazy, he set his hook and started to reel it in. Once he got his catch up to the shore he noticed that the worm had the fish by the throat.

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 The difference between a fairy tale and a fish story is a fairy tail begins, "Once upon a time..." and a fish story begins, " This ain't no bullshit..." 

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   That's all I have for now. I'll likely get out with TS tomorrow and maybe try my luck loally Monday morning.

   

My New Backyard, West Rouge River

  Last I week I posted that I'd started to explore my new neighbourhood with respect to finding fishable water, and my first foray was fairly successful in that I found several underutilized ponds full of carp and who knows what else. This week I decided to expand outward a bit and check out the west branch of the Rouge River. Little did I realize that the river was only two blocks farther than the ponds, but for all the inconvenience it might well have been two extra miles! You see... a brand new subdivision borders on the valley and there's been no time or inclination for the local kids to blaze new trails into the "wilderness". The only access I could find was down the side of a train trestle, sliding uncontrollably over a 100' on loose gravel with my mountain bike fully loaded down with gear. Thankful to be by the river side in one piece, it was obvious I wasn't leaving by that route, but I'd worry about that later...I was standing beside a new river!

West Rouge River, north

West Rouge River, south

  I had a few decisions to make as I stepped into the cool clear water; up or downstream and better yet, what fly to use as I'm unsure what's residing in this little stretch of aquatic paradise. Choosing a weighted olive bugger as a good multi species fly and working my way upstream (north) because it looked more interesting, I immediately found a good sized brown trout holding behind a boulder in the first fast run. Several drifts with the bugger went completely unnoticed so I changed to a hare's ear nymph. Again... no interest. Several more changes and a couple dozen drifts and it's time to move on.

  I worked my way up through several more runs and pools without seeing any more fish and only getting the occasional tap tapping of creek chub hitting a fly too large to swallow. About a half mile up from my starting point I came to a larger deeper pool and immediately had some action. From the way the fish was "bulldogging", fighting to stay near the bottom, I was certain it was a small bass, and after a brief fight I retrieved:

CHUBZILLA!

  OK...not what I was hoping for...but a fish all the same. Resigned to the fact that this was about as good as it was going to get, I decided to head back to my bike and consider how I was going to get out of the valley, after all it was getting on in the day and I still had to work a shift at midnight.

  It turned out that there was a game trail just a few yards from where I'd stashed my wheels. Although not an ideal route, it was far better than risking life and limb on the gravel slope of the trestle. It took 20 minutes to haul my ass out of there, planting my feet, pushing the bike to arms length and applying both brakes for traction so I could move up two steps. It was the equivalent of bench pressing the bike and all the equipment 200 times and in the end...TOTALLY WORTH IT!

  I didn't have any great expectations for the day... it was an exploratory outing. I saw a fish. I caught a fish. What I haven't mentioned so far is that this river has a massive salmon run in the fall and a fair run of browns and steel, and if the lack of access and trails is any indicator, I might just have those fish all to myself!

My new backyard is starting to look awesome!