Monday, August 14, 2017

The sights and sounds of Sumner

Bergamont blooming in a meadow as the sun sets
The wildflowers are still blooming but those aren't the only sights to see these days. Yesterday afternoon I took a drive up to the Farmington to do some fishing and on the way up and came upon a bear crossing the road in the middle of the afternoon. Before I could grab my camera it was gone.  I was quite surprised to see a black bear in the middle of the afternoon close to the road and homes.  In addition to the usual beaver sightings and herons hanging around the river, I also watched as an osprey plunged into the river.  It was not rewarded for it's effort but it was interesting to watch close up.

I wanted to fish lower on the river to see if I could find some fish taking isos.  I found the bugs but only the cedar waxings and I noticed them.  The fish pretty much ignored them but it is always a pleasure to watch and listen to the wax wings in flight.  The first spot I fished I opted to nyphing the faster moving water with a weighted #12 iso nymph with a smaller dropper.  I hooked 3 trout but wasn't able to bring any to the net including one bruiser that crushed the iso nymph at the end of the drift when I let it swing.  I could tell it was a really nice fish but I didn't get a good look.  The river was a little off-color probably from some overnight rain so decided to head up river toward the dam to find some clearer water and less people floating down the river in inner-tubes.

Every now and then you make a good call, and I was fortunate to find a location devoid of anglers with fish rising steadily into the evening. I fished small sulfur emergers, a #20 parachute Adams, small sulfur wets, and some smaller usuals.  Each accounted for a few fish a peice.  Included in the mix were some decent browns and one that managed to break off the 5X  with a strong deep run.

I don't exactly know what the fish were keying on as darkness enveloped the river but it looked as though there was a spinner fall.  As usual, the usual did a fine job of bringing up some nice browns in the dark.

A pair of night time sippers

Monday, July 31, 2017

When you can't see it, swing it!

Things have been pretty quite here on the blog.  Usually by this time of year I've been up to the Adirondacks a few times but things have been busy at home this summer.  Last night my Ben and a friend of his were going up to the Farmington so we made plans to go together.  Ben wanted to introduce his friend to fishing dry flies for trout.

A wild brookie that took a small
Parachute Adams
I did managed a couple of rainbows early in the afternoon nymphing some pocket water.  Late afternoon we started to see some rising fish.  I still have no idea what they were taking and after changing flies multiple times we ended up taking a few fish on Adams of various sizes.  When in doubt go with a general all round fly like the Adams!  Sonny got his first trout, a little wild brookie on a dry.  I think he's hooked on dry fly fishing for trout but there was more to come!

A brown that took the big usual on the swing

When things started to settle down, I had my doubts about the location were in so I decided to take a walk.  I found another spot where fish were working on what appeared to a light sulfur hatch.  I picked up one brown on a small sulfur wet fly and then switched to a smaller usual since the bugs were very pale almost white.  That's when things started getting interesting.  Fish started rising aggressively in little run on the other side of the river. I could reach them but getting a decent drift was challenging due to the varying speeds of several currents in between but when the drift was right a brown on rainbow usually took the fly.  Ben and his friend joined me and we fished to rising trout into the growing darkness.  I ended up switching to a #12 usual when I could not longer see the smaller one and took a few more browns and rainbows. When I could not longer see the big usual, I was just swinging it and still catching fish.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Just the usual

Fran Better's "Usual"
I was out earlier this week for a little fishing after work.  As I drove up to the Farmington River, I was working through a mental checklist of places to try becuase it's good to have a plan B and C on heavily fished rivers like the Farmington. Spot A was a bust, too many cars, so headed to the next spot on the list which had one other angler in it and there was plenty of water for us to explore.

There were a few sulfurs around early but the river was mostly devoid of rising fish, so I did some nymphing and picked up a couple of rainbows on a Walt's worm variation which has been a rainbow magnet for me lately.  After I saw the first couple rises, I headed back to the truck and put the nymphing rod away and rigged up the dry fly rod.

I toyed around with a sulfur comparadun but after drifting it over a few rises, I decided that I would go to "the usual".  I don't know why this rough looking fly does so well at dark but it rarely fails under these conditions and this night would be no different.  I tie two variations on short-shanked hooks in size 14 and 16.  I use either hot orange or pale yellow thread.  When the fly becomes wet, the body takes on the color of the thread due to the translucent nature of the snowshoe rabbit fur dubbing. With the pale sulfurs I was seeing, I chose the yellow thread variation. There weren't a lot of rising fish until the sun had set but once it did lots of fish were actively rising and I had the most consistent dry action of the season well into the darkness.

There was a brief lull that made be think the hatch was over but the rises started picking up again.  This time the usual, which had worked so well, was being ignored.  I tried a large sulfur spinner but that wasn't the ticket either. It wasn't until I turned on my headlamp to head out that I realized what was going on.  There were huge yellow mayflies (#10/#12) all over the river, either light Cahills or Yellow drakes.  I probably would have enjoyed the encore if I had switched to one of the big usuals I carry.  That's what is so fun about fly fishing, you are always learning to be more attentive to what's going on around you!

As much as I enjoy fishing dries at dark, those beaver tail slaps right behind me still give me the creeps!

Sunday, July 9, 2017

A rainy start

The past Friday afternoon Ben and I met up to fish the Farmington River.  We haven't had a chance to fish together this season so it was good to be able to ride up to the river together and talk about what has been going on with each other.  When we met, it was looking like it was going to be rainy start. On the ride up the rain was pretty steady but the forecast was calling for clearing by mid afternoon and I don't mind fishing in the rain for a little.

I ended up nymphing the pocket water looking for fish.  Things started off a little slow.  I found fish but I wasn't getting a good hook set for some reason but it was good to move fish.  I probably hooked a dozen fish but only landed a pair.  Some were just briefly hooked and others came off when I was trying to pull them out of the heavier current but that's part of fishing this type of water.  I enjoy searching out the seams, the aggressive way the fish take the flies in faster water, and the challenge of maneuvering the fish out of stronger current.

A wild Farmington Brook trout?
Late afternoon we tried another spot briefly before moving to where we wanted to fish til dark.  When we arrived I could see a couple fish taking something small in the surface film. The rises were very sporadic and the small olive dries I threw were pretty much ignored. Once the sulfurs started coming off things picked up a little.  I managed to pick off one brook trout on a small sulfur but the other rises were pretty much out of my reach until right before dark.  I put on a large usual and started fishing it in the the tail of the pool.  I could see subtle rises in about a foot or two of water and wondered if they were just small fish or salmon paar until one grabbed the usual and started running hard.  I was surprised at how strong this fish was running, taking line on several charges.  With one final leap, as if to say "see you later", it kindly returned the fly.  I think those subtle rises were decent fish taking spinners right before dark. With that last fish, we decided to call it quits while we could still make our way across the river and back to the truck.

Fishing in the dark is always a unique experience.  Whether it's jumping out of your skin when a beaver sneaks up behind you and slaps it's tail on the water a few feet behind you or stumbling upon a deer in the dark as you make you way out.  Unfortunately, we also had one more surprise on the way out when a set of red and blue lights started coming towards us.  A very polite officer stopped us and informed us that the area was closed at dark and that we had to leave the area before sunset.  I've fished this spot many times over the last few years and never had any issues with fishing late but I guess the local teens have been causing trouble in the area and the police were doing what they needed to.  The officer just gave us a warning but I we will have to find another spot were we can fish late.  It's too bad because I really would like another shot at the those fish in the shallow water with a large yellow spinner!

Friday, June 30, 2017

A summer afternoon

A survivor strain brown (yellow
elastomer behind the right eye) 
I spent this summer afternoon on the Farmington River.  I figured that now that summer is here, I would spend the afternoon nymphing the shady pocket water.  My hunch paid off as browns and rainbows were found in many of the shallow pockets.

Near the end of the afternoon, I found a stretch of promising water and quickly hooked three nice rainbows.  The sulfurs were just starting to come off in numbers when the skies got dark and I could hear rumbling in the distance.  At that point, I packed up and headed back to the truck and checked the radar and decided it was time to head home.  It wasn't long before the lightening was flashing and the rain was pouring down as strong line of storms moved through as they do on summer afternoons...


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

It's been quite around here for a reason

Father and  daughter
Yes it's been quiet around here at least on the fishing front and there are good reasons.  For most of the month of May were getting ready for a big day in our family, the marriage of our oldest daughter.  She enjoys the outdoors and we have had many adventures together over the years, camping, hiking, skiing and snowshoeing so it was no big surprise that she wanted to be married outdoors.   We had the event at a friends barn and had a wonderful day weather wise at a fanastic location and everything went as well as we could wish.  By the end of the day we were all pretty tired.

On Father's day, my youngest daughter and I went for hike along a favorite small stream.  The last time I fished this stream there were caterpillars everywhere.  Unfortunately, they were gypsy moth caterpillars.  We were amazed at how much of the forest they had destroyed in just a few weeks. The ground was covered with half eaten leaves.  The hillside in the picture below normally would be a lush green but all that the moths left were few half eaten leaves, tree trunks, and limbs.  It was really a sad sight to see.

The arbor I built from Adirondack birch

Last week we were away in the Adirondacks doing some long overdue spring clean up on my mother-in-law's place.  The Adirondacks have been getting a healthy dose of rain all spring and the lakes and streams were quite full.  Needless to say the grass has been growing like crazy so it took a good bit of effort to get things back under control again.  I did take a couple hour break one afternoon to check out a mountain stream.  It was as high and unruly as I have ever seen it in late June and it was tough getting a fly down to where the fish were probably hiding.  I did manage one brook trout to hand but it took a heavy Ausable ugly to coax it out of it's sheltered hiding place.

The firs Adirondack brook trout of the season
With the streams too high to fish, I turned to taking a canoe out in the nearby lake at dusk to fish poppers for smallmouth.  I am not much of a lake or bass fisherman but I do know a few spots that have some underwater structure that will hold bass in the summer.  The first night out I caught plenty of small smallmouth and rock bass to make it fun.

The next night when I canoe to those same spots things were pretty quiet.  I did catch a decent smallmouth on a foam popper so I switch to a small popper with a #14 hook thinking a smaller fly might get some more attention.  As I was working my way back through and area that usually holds fish, something came up and slammed the popper hard and then dove deep and stayed deep.  From the way I was getting towed around in the canoe, I knew this fish was going to be a good one so I didn't try to force the issue, especially with such a small hook that could easily bend.  When I finally got the fish up to the canoe, I was quite surprised to see a hefty largemouth bass on the end of the line, I guess it was roughly around 5lbs.

So that's what I've been up to lately.  I expect things will settle down some now and hopefully I can get back to trout fishing soon.

Adirondack Serenity

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Fishing with friends?

After a line of thunderstorms worked through our area, I headed out to fish a small stream. I met a blue heron as I walked along the stream.  When I would approach the stream, it would move off and I would find it in the next area upstream.  I guess it has fished this stream before because it seemed to stop at all my usual spots! 

I suspect the fish were on alert from it's presence since it wasn't until I moved upstream ahead of it before I started finding fish.  I ended up fishing a foam ant and a mini muddler since the brook was up and a bit off-color from the recent showers.

Now that everything is growing, the small streams are getting less open.  If you want to fish these tiny waterways, you are going to have to figure out a way to get a fly into tight spaces like the one to the right.  But if you can get a fly to drift in the right channel you will often be rewarded.

The rewards