Joke/Quote #7

  WOW... two weeks without a post. Sorry. It's not as if I haven't been out fishing, it just wasn't very enjoyable.
 Two Saturdays ago Tackle Shop and I went to Cambridge to try our luck in some of the waters we fished this winter, but as I suspected there was little access to the water. TS did manage a tiny pike.

   Last weekend we toured the city in the AM looking for treasures and then hit the south Simcoe area in the PM. TS and his trusty bucket of minnows had a memorable day with over a dozen largemouth bass (4 over 3Lbs) and countless sunfish and rockbass. As for me ...I didn't get a single bite on the fly all day long. I didn't post because TS sometimes toots his own horn enough for both of us!

   Anyways... before I get to meat of this post, I'd like to put forward a photo challenge to all you other bloggers out there. In my visits to some of the more popular fishing areas, I've noticed a growing trend for anglers to "decorate" overhead wires with a wide variety of tackle. I'm sure you've all seen these collections, so why not share the entertainment with the rest of us. Post a picture of the most decorated wires in your neighbourhood. Lets see which area has the most incompetents

A nice selection from Little Lake, Cambridge

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  Near a highway bridge several boats were scattered about in the lake as there was the Annual Bass Catchers Classic fishing tournament in progress, when a funeral procession came by on the bridge. Everybody just kept on fishing except for one fisherman, who put his fishing pole down, stood up, removed his hat and remained in that fashion until the funeral procession was passed. A nearby fisherman happened to see this and was impressed at how respectful the man had been, so he cranked up his boat and pulled up beside the other mans boat. "Howdy, I saw how considerate you were toward that funeral procession, pausing and standing like that. I wish I had been as thoughtful"

The other man replied, "I reckon it's the least I could do. After all, we'd been married for nearly 30 years."

                                  

A woman goes into Walmart to buy a rod and reel. She doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to the register.
There is a Walmart "associate" standing there with dark shades on.

She says, "Excuse me sir...can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?"

He says, "Ma'am I'm blind,but if you drop it on the counter I can tell you everything you need to know about it from the sound it makes."

She didn't believe him, but dropped it on the counter anyway.

He says, "That's a six-foot graphite rod with Zebco 202 reel and 10-pound test line...It's a good all around rod and reel and it's $20.00."

She says, "That's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter.
I think it's just what I'm looking for so I'll take it."

He walks behind the counter to the register.

In the meantime the woman passes gas. At first she is embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way he could tell it was her, being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.

He rings up the sale and says, "That will be $25.50."

She says, "But didn't you say it was $20.00?"

He says, "Yes Ma'am, the rod and reel is $20.00, the duck call is $3.00 and the catfish bait is $2.50. 

Bill, Fred, and John were out fishing. Suddenly Bill caught a huge fish that pulled him off the boat and into the water. Fred dived off the boat and came up a few minutes later with Bill. John did mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and commented, "I don't remember Bill having such bad breath!" Fred looked at Bill and said, "I don't remember Bill wearing a snowmobile suit, either!" 

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   That's all I have for you now, hope to get out and catch something tomorrow. If not, I'm sure to at least get another good shot of some hydro wire ornamentation.

 

A Hard Days Night

    No... this has nothing to do with a cheesy movie from 45 years ago.

   As I mentioned last week, Tackle Shop is increasing his weekend activities with regards to picking at garage/estate sales and flea markets so early Saturday morning fishing forays have been placed on the back burner. In order to keep our angling addiction satisfied this week we decided he would pick me up immediately after work and we would proceed north from there. Thankfully the last shift of the week at the factory was uneventful, so at 8am I was out the door and primed to catch some fish, unfortunately as I left for work the night before I'd forgotten my camera so there's no recent pics for this weeks post.

Holland River, April 2010

  We miscalculated on the early morning traffic so it took well over an hour to travel the 45 miles to Bradford and the Holland River, where several weeks before TS had hooked a good sized bowfin. We were returning for another chance at the local version of a snakehead, TS soaking a worm and me casting some new streamers bought last weekend. I'd found an area where workers had been dredging a canal and had strung an expanded metal curtain across the waterway which allowed the water to pass but concentrated the fish wanting to travel downstream. A closer inspection showed several dozen 5-10lb carp, a few bass, and large schools of crappie, perch, sunfish, catfish and minnows all gathered in an area no larger than an average home washroom. I'd been hunting bowfin and chanced upon a honey-hole of species that would readily accept a well presented fly, except on this day! Repeated casts to the frantic schools only stirred them up more and the only thing I managed to hook were several 4" shiner minnows snagged on quick strips of the line. After several hours of  fishing TS had two bullhead catfish and I remained "legally" shut out. 

Holland Canal, April 2010

  By noon the temperature had soared to over 80 degrees with a killer humidity that sapped our energy and the only thing that kept me upright was a constant supply of coffee. We decided to search out a cooler and hopefully fishier location, so we left the agricultural "soup" of the Holland River for the crystal clear, cool waters of Lake Simcoe in the small town of Bell Ewart. Along the way TS and I stopped a few blocks from our destination and scooped a cooler full of shiner minnows from a small creek.

  As we walked out onto the public concrete pier, schools of perch could clearly be seen everywhere to a depth of ten feet! Tackle Shop was catching them one after another much to the despair of the other idle anglers that were using worms. I quickly went through my nymph box and found they were nipping at everything I tried but wasn't able to hook many because they'd spit the fly out without me ever feeling the bite. I developed a new strategy of making a long cast of 70-80 feet, letting the fly settle for half a minute to get a school's attention and retrieving with a sharp, short strip-pause-strip-pause...and managed 100 perch on 100 casts! On the rare casts that didn't hook a fish until the majority of the line was retrieved, you could see as many as 200 perch eagerly following and fighting over the fly!

  After a while a massive school of shiners swam past the dock. It was larger than a good sized house, took more than five minutes to pass, and gave me a bad case of vertigo as I looked down into the roiling water. Tackle Shop took this opportunity to use his net and refill the minnow cooler. With more than enough bait for himself, he shared with the rest of the anglers on the pier and soon afterwards everyone was catching perch non stop. We spent several hours there, caught and released a couple hundred fish each, totally refreshed from our earlier sauna and decided it was time to move on for something different.

  A 15 minute drive inland (and another stop at a coffee shop for me), and we arrived at the Nottawasauga River. This time we were greeted with ideal conditions of moderate flows of clear "green" waters and only a few other anglers in sight. I immediately assembled my rod and lost the first fly on a submerged log on the first drift. The second fly was lost in a tree before it even got wet. The third fly saw a few drifts before it joined it's partner on the log. Long hours and too many coffees do not make John a good fly fisher so I decided to cut my losses, unpack the spinning gear and join TS fishing bait on the bottom of a deep fast pool in the hope of getting a sturgeon or redhorse sucker. Soon afterward dark clouds rolled in from the west and the sky opened up as if Noah himself had finish his little DIY project. I was ready to pack it in after ten minutes of patiently sitting in a deluge, soaked to the skin with only an 8" chub to show for the effort and discomfort. 

Nottawasauga River, early May 2010

Nottawasauga River, early May 2010

  It was late afternoon, the sunshine had returned, I was beginning to dry and after a refill of my favorite go go juice, TS talked me into a return to our first spot of the day. The heat and humidity had dispersed and the fish had become more active with the lowering light. I returned to the morning's unproductive "honey hole" and caught a 9" bluegill on the first cast, followed by several more bulls, a rockbass, a couple perch and crappie and a 12" bullhead catfish! Then I got a log, several clods of dirt, a bush and several fences. For me it was time to call it quits before I emptied my fly boxes. By now I'd been awake over 24 hours and my coordination was akin to that of a zombie.

 Do zombies drink coffee and fish?

I don't know, but Deadfishers sure do!!!