16
Jul 13

Hall Creek

As a kid we didn’t fish the river that went through town. It is a blue-ribbon trout stream, but we spent very few hours on its banks. My dad grew up about three hours south of our mountain town, in California’s Central Valley. It is a place known more for olives and almonds than for fish… that and really, really hot temps.

On trips down to see his dad we’d sometimes go to a little creek just out of his home town. The creek is called Hall Creek and it is not trout habitat. It is a place made for bluegill and the odd bass or carp.

Trips out to Hall Creek involved worms and orange soda. Orange soda, as a kid, was a magical fishing beverage. Fishing luck was tied directly to this drink.

I have really fond memories of Hall Creek. This is probably where I caught my first fish. This picture was taken from when I was about 4.

Fish.

Fish.

And from about the same time.

 

And another.

And another.

I’m headed up this weekend to collect my girl from a week at the Grandparents’. On the way back I want to stop off and find this creek, but I’m worried it won’t be there. The winter was a poor one and there wasn’t a lot of water. The irrigation needs of the Central Valley keep sucking up water for fish and it could very well be that Hall Creek is a thing of the past. I’m not sure I want to know if it has been obliterated by progress.

We’ll see… maybe I’ll stop by.

If I do, we’ll have orange soda.


11
Jun 13

Why I like blind casting

Sometimes, you just need to catch something, and as thousands of old men have said when they want to be pithy while fishing… “You never catch anything without your fly in the water.”

So, sometimes, when I need a tug, I cast without seeing a fish first. This breaks one of Davin’s rules, but rules are made to be broken.

One of my catches while blind casting was this lookdown… a relative of the permit (in the same way a Jack is).

Cool fish.

Cool fish.


05
Jun 13

The Cadence of the Trip

Florida is now in the rear view mirror. It was a blast, despite tough conditions.

The flow of the day would go something like this.

6:00 – wake up having had too little sleep and maybe a little too much beer the night before.

7:00 – push off from the house having found and awaken whoever we were fishing with that day, looking up at the sky to see mostly blues with some odd darkness off to the South and East.

8:00 – Be fishing with some decent, but imperfect weather. Maybe it is high haze, or maybe it is just patchy clouds. Darkness to the South and East gets darker and closer.

Winter is coming...

Winter is coming…

9:30 or 10:00 – It becomes clear that the now mass of blackness is headed our way. We are going to get pissed on.

10:30 – rain starts, sometimes with a comment like “Man, it is blowing so hard you can hear the wind on the water,” only then to see the wall of water approaching and thinking “oh, that was rain… a lot of rain… buckets of the stuff.”

10:35 – Get wet.

10:45 – Get wetter.

That's what I call "wet"

That’s what I call “wet”

11:00 – Start thinking of ways to explain how wet you are, like “I’ve been swimming without getting this wet,” or “my soul is wrinkled from the wet.”

11:05 – 5:00 – Rain on and off. Squalls come through or stay overhead. Fish are looked for, but seeing is hard in the rain and darkness. No one gets struck by lightning, but it is a close shave.

6:00 or 7:00 – Get back to Islamorada with the rain breaking, the clouds parting and a decent evening emerging from the darkness.

"So here is where I blew it..."

“So here is where I blew it…”

8:00 PM – 2:00 AM – Talk about fishing and life and how wet we were and how we hope tomorrow is better than today and how we learned some things and wish there were not so many lessons. Drink beer. Maybe have dinner. Maybe not. Get to know and like one another. Look forward to fishing the next day.

 


13
May 13

Video from Leland… kind of awesome

They sat back and let the imagery tell the story. It is pretty awesome video. This is fresh off the presses.


17
Apr 13

Interview with Tosh Brown

You’ve been enjoying the pictures Tosh Brown has taken for a while now. You might not know they were from him, but you’ve been enjoying them anyway. Tosh, simply, is one hell of a photographer. He takes pictures of things in the great outdoors… not a bad gig. Bonefish to turkeys to horses to Mahi Mahi. That kind of depth and breadth of experience likely comes with some interesting stories.  Tosh agreed to tell some of those stories here.

Some nice pics.

Some nice pics.

 

Tosh, you shoot some great pictures. I’m guessing that being a photographer is something like being a guide, in that when you are taking pictures, you aren’t fishing. You are around it, right next to it, but not actually doing it. When do you put the rod down and pick up the camera?

 When I’m actually shooting for someone (contracts, deadlines, and art direction) it’s an easy decision because work comes first. Even if I’m offered a rod and a chance to fish, I always make sure that the day’s shooting list is complete before I make a cast.

Where I struggle with fish-versus-shoot are the “spec” trips where I’m blending the green light to fish and the need to get some shots to justify my time and expense for being there. On those days I typically let the ambient light make my decision for me. Early and late when I’ve got the quality light, I’ll typically burn as many frames as possible and then switch to the rod when the light gets flat/harsh. That works well for some species, but I’ve passed up a lot casts at early morning tailing and waking and rolling fish because the light was great and there were bills to pay.

Is there a saltwater shot you missed that haunts you?

I honestly can’t think of one in particular, but over many years of shooting fish pictures I’ve thrown out hundreds of frames because I was a bit too late on the trigger and captured a hole in the water instead of a jumping or tailing fish. Back in the film days it was usually an exposure mistake that killed a good shot, but nowadays you can fix most of those in Photoshop.

Not exactly like my underwater shots.

Not exactly like my underwater shots.

You have a day where you can fish exclusively for bonefish, permit or tarpon. Which would you pick and why?

I love bonefish for their tailing and running, and permit are okay when they’re not being prickly little bitches. But if I had to pick one it would have to be tarpon. I’ve had the same May/June tarpon dates in the Keys since 1990 and that trip is carved in stone (I hope) to perpetuity. I can’t get enough of that fish: the eats, the jumps, the runs, and the habitat. Tarpon are the total package and we should all be thankful that they taste like boiled ass.

If you were going to bring just one camera out on the water, which camera would you bring?

The fastest one in my box. I started years ago with a Nikon F5 film loader, then switched to a Nikon D2x when digital came along. Now I’m shooting their D4 and it’s an amazing machine. It’s a pricey chunk to lug around but the performance is incredible.

So clean and crisp.

So clean and crisp.

What is your current bonefish set up in terms of rod and reel?

That really depends on where I’m fishing. For schoolies on calm days I love a 6wt that can carry a decent amount of line and land it softly. For bigger fish, heavier flies, and windy days I’ll switch to an 8 wt. I like any reel with a reliable drag and a mid or large arbor for quick line pickup.

For bonefish, where would you pay more attention, the rod or the reel?

Probably the rod. These days most of the reel manufacturers are making great drags that’ll handle any fish, as long as you take care of them. Rods, though, are all over the place. I’m not a good enough caster to spot the fine nuances in speed and flex that some anglers obsess over, but I do know a crappy rod when I’m holding one, and my marginal casting tends to amplify their deficiencies

When you are on the water a lot you see some things other folks just never see. Can you think of something really unique you’ve witnessed out on the water?

Because of my sometimes questionable decision making on capturing photos, I got an up-close view last summer of a lemon shark eating a bonefish on North Andros.

We were fishing the Joulters and losing too many bonefish to sharks. Every school had 3-4 lemons patrolling their fringe. After one small bone got cut in half, I waded up to the bloody head and got down on my knees with my underwater camera. With a wide-angle lens I had to get really close, so I crouched down with the dome port just inches from the bonefish head.

When the shark came back to finish his meal, I captured the entire sequence of him rushing in and grabbing the prize.  He could have changed his mind and gone for my chubby white hands clenched to the camera, but I guess the bloody bonefish head must have smelled better.

Just because.

Just because.

Is there one bonefish that stands out for you in your memory? If so, what was memorable about that fish?

Several years ago I shot a magazine story at Casa Blanca Lodge where we spent the entire week in kayaks exploring miles of water that they’d never been able to access with skiffs. In a shallow lagoon that was way off the beaten track, we found schools of bonefish in about 6 inches of water that acted as if they’d never seen humans. We were paddling right through them and they’d barely even change course.

After losing a fish to a broken hook, I was digging through my fly box when a single tailed up right next to my kayak. For grins, I flipped the hookless fly in front of him and he pounced. He was so close I could see every little detail of the eat: the gills flaring, the mud puff, the tail kick, everything. When I gently lifted the rod, the fly pulled out. When I dropped the tip, he pounced again. For the next few minutes we played this cat/mouse game, and each time I took the fly out of his mouth he became more frantic. After about the 5th or 6th eat he finally looked up and saw me and the kayak about five feet away. Even then he really never spooked, he just turned and swam off with a really dejected air about him.

There have been some shots at really big fish that I’ve blown over the years, but for some reason that little dude in Ascension Bay really sticks out

Thanks Tosh. Keep up the good work.

 


08
Apr 13

Perfect Moments

Perfect moments. That is what trips are about. There are a few every trip… those things that remain when everything else is jumbled together in the fog of memory and you can’t pick out one day from another, or one trip from another. There are crystal clear moments that remain. This trip to Grand Bahama had several such moments.

Dinner at Pier One was one such event and another was the first bonefish I caught while wading the day I fished with my dad.

That fish was just so classic.

I had stepped out of the boat to reduce the weight to allow the guide to get a little bit skinnier. He had just told me to wade around the point and he’d pick me up again. I had to look for fish though and I found them. I saw fish moving along the shoreline, coming toward me. What a beautiful sight. I love the moment you realize you are looking at fish, when you identify them and the math comes out in your favor. You are going to get the shot. Now you have to make it happen.

I love those moments and this is one such moment, captured on the ContourROAM camera. This was the Contour’s first trip and my first time playing with it. Clearly, I need to figure a couple things out, but it is fun to actually get something like this on video.

 


03
Apr 13

A tough day with a couple of perfect moments

Today my dad and I fished with independent guide Sam Taylor out of Freeport. I was going to fish with Tommy Rolle, but didn’t manage to get a hold of him for a couple days and simply couldn’t wait to see if we could connect or not. So, my day with Tommy turned into a day with Sam.

The day was tough. That is going to be the lasting impression. If we go solely by fish count, it was a bit of a disaster. Just two bonefish were landed. I landed both. My dad got blanked. My dad is a steelhead and trout angler and the salt is still pretty new to him. He got shots, but he needs several in order to convert and he didn’t get several, he got a handful (less than a handful). He hooked up, briefly, and cast to a pig (Sam said it was “12-14 pounds”), but it was short lived. Like I said… it was a tough day.

Dad and Sam on the flats of Grand Bahama

Dad and Sam on the flats of Grand Bahama

We had clouds for a lot of the day. The sky wasn’t wall-to-wall grey, it was mostly blue with a few big, white clouds. Several of those clouds seemed to seek us out and park right above us, dimming the lights on our flats.

We had wind, but mostly at our back and it wasn’t really an issue.

We had big and beautiful flats full of fresh feed marks and devoid of fish.

It was a tough day.

While it was tough, there was also some beauty in the day. I got to fish with my dad, something rare these days and treasured. I also had two perfect shots which produced nice fish.

Sam’s boat is, from what I understand of these things, a Carolina Skiff and it doesn’t draft particularly shallow. At one point I offered to get out and wade so we wouldn’t hit any more rocks. Sam pointed the path he wanted me to take where I’d get back in the boat. As I was wading out that way I spotted a bonefish. I saw it at about 90 feet and watched it get closer. I made four casts as the fish moved closer and when I made the last cast I could tell it was on. The fish diverted and started following the fly. It sped up and ate, but the strip set pulled the fly from the fish. The next strip saw the fish pounce on the fly again and it was hooked. A nice 4 pound fish. I got the whole thing on video and I’ll put that up when I get back and get to edit it.

Later we stopped to wade a really expansive flat. I waded for a long time without seeing anything while my dad and Sam waded together about 150 or so feet away. At one point I actually saw a bonefish, but it didn’t eat. It didn’t spook, but it just passed on the offering. As I was changing flies another fish came by, not spooking either, but just casually passing. A few seconds after I finished retying I saw another fish. This one was about 40′ away. I made one cast and the fish followed and ate and exploded. This very nice fish was somewhere between 22″ to 24″ to the fork, making it a legit 6 pounds and possibly 7. Fish of the trip and I had found it myself, which was nice.

We looked for Cudas a bit, but the wind was coming up and the clouds were building. We called it a day, a tough day for sure, but memorable as well.

Local knowledge is key, but it helps to have the sun and a bit of luck.


31
Mar 13

Travel Day

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We are on our way. The 6 year old did well with the red eye and now we wait… for hours, in the Charlotte airport for our jump to Grand Bahama. The weather here is wet and rainy, but the forecast for the Bahamas is pretty decent with high 70’s and low 80’s in store. I hope that holds.

My trip that was going to have only one day of fishing has turned into three days, with my partners rotating from my daughter to my wife to my dad.

I am skeptical of the concept of being blessed, but I do feel fortunate.

We will be in the Bahamas by the early afternoon and I figure I could do a little beach patrol in the evening in search of tails. Why not?

 


09
Mar 13

When the fish don’t bite

Le Mouching (which you can read in English as well as French) and Paris from This is Fly went fishing… and the fish, well… they didn’t cooperate. Been there.

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26
Feb 13

Interview with April Vokey

To understand April Vokey, you may want to check out her interview over at Eat More Brook Trout, or read this blog post she wrote herself.   I don’t know much about April, but I know that she can fish and women who can fish are a role model for my little girl. April is a steelheader, primarily, as makes sense if you are up in BC. As happens to all sorts of anglers, the salt finds a way in. April was also recently included in Buccaneers and Bones, a crew I’d very much like to be a part of.

Nice fish, April.

Nice fish, April.

April, you are known more for your pursuit of freshwater chrome than for silver bullets or kings. How do bonefish fit into your fishing life?

 Saltwater fishing won my heart some time ago. 

For me (with every fishery) it is the allure of the hunt that fills me with excitement; the stalking, the silence, the necessary precision and ‘no room for error’ tendencies…

Naturally, the ever skittish bonefish keeps me in predatory mode and I have admittedly fallen in love with large solo flat wanderers who peel me straight to backing.

I saw you were included in Buccaneers and Bones. How was that experience?

It was a fun one (a short one as I was only there for three days)… but certainly a good time.

The guys were nothing short of entertaining and each of them was a pleasure to fish with.  The Bahamas is a very special place and this particular location had some beauties strolling the flats.

April and Tom, just two Buccaneers

April and Tom, just two Buccaneers

Is there someone you can think of that had a particularly big influence on your saltwater fly fishing life? Who were they and what did they share with you?

Hmmm, good question.

From a casting standpoint, it was relatively simple to just apply the techniques from freshwater fishing to the salt. 

As far as gaining an appreciation for tides, species, techniques, etc., I have a few friends who come to mind; Travis Holeman taught me to pole a boat and helped me to understand the ocean’s behavior (from the marshes of Louisiana to the Florida Keys flats), James Christmas (in the Seychelles) helped me to understand permit and kicked my butt until I was competent on a 12 weight, Wil Flack in Belize touched my heart with island culture and opened my eyes to the importance of conservation of the flats.

What steelhead skills have you developed which have proven particularly useful for chasing bonefish, permit or tarpon?

Understanding the ocean current and how my fly might react to the flows (no lie, I hooked a permit while swinging my fly) and having creative casts when the wind is blowing in my face.

Ms. Vokey knows Steelhead.

Ms. Vokey knows Steelhead.

I’m wondering if being a woman is a plus or a negative when you head to a place like the Caribbean to fish. Is it a negative, a plus or a mixed bag?

This really depends.  I would say that the number one commonality is the assumption that I won’t be able to cast (though to be fair, I would say that this is the number one assumption of all of us guides towards a new client). 

From a cultural standpoint, with the exception of strange stares from people in the airplane, I don’t receive much more attention than what I would assume the guys get.  I get far more response in North America (both positive and negative).

What’s your go to rod/reel for bonefish?

An eight weight Loomis NRX (or Cross Current) and a Hatch 7 Plus.

Which do you feel is more important when it comes to bonefishing… the rod or the reel, and why?

This is a hard question…  instinctively, I want to say it’s the reel.  Palming a screaming reel on already sunburnt and cut hands simply doesn’t sound that appealing to me.  However, without a properly loaded rod, I risk the chance of a sloppy turnover and that excites me (and the fish) even less.

If I had to choose?  I’ll say the rod as I would rather hook the fish and deal with the repercussions later.

Thanks April. I appreciate the time you took to get this done. Thanks for all you do to promote the sport, the fish and the fisheries.