As you know, I've been contributing to the local newspaper, writing fishing articles. Last Friday the article I did was about how to fish the Camanche Trout Pond.
http://www.ledger-dispatch.com/sports/sportsview.asp?c=275652
Well, Tuesday I was finally able to get my wifes car out (you know, snow, two wheel drive, and all), so she could drive herself to work, and made plans to hit the pond yesterday. The temperature has been hovering around the high 20's to low 30's in the morning, so I planned on taking my time getting there in hopes of it warming a bit. I got there at 0900 (that's taking my time since I get up at 0515) and it wasn't as bad as I had expected. In fact, all I had on was a long sleeve tee-shirt and my vest.
Wadered up and off I went. I managed once around the pond before I went back to the truck and put on my hoodie. Was a tad cooler than I thought. Had these 3 custom color Wooly Buggers I wanted to try. Here is my thinking. Since the trout hit the Power Worms in bright orange and bright chartreuse, I made up a couple of Wooly Buggers with black marabou tails, florescent orange and florescent chartreuse chenille body, and black palmered hackle and a tungsten bead head. I also added a pink one like I used on 11/1, but this time with the tungsten bead.
I was ready. The fish weren't. In fact, the fish never showed up. Kind of like the Washington Redskins. I flippered around the pond for 3 1/2 hours and never got a bump. I wasn't the only one. I only saw two fish caught, one from the shore and the other caught by a tuber (who usually catches a bunch) just before I pulled my tube out. Tough audience. I put up my tube and gear in the truck and took my spinning rod out so I could fish off the dock with Power Bait and lures. Fished for another hour and a half and no fish there either.
So, the title of this post? Put a big article in the local newspaper about how to fish the pond, and come up empty the next time I go there. My wife says it keeps me humble. A tough thing for a Leo.
More storms coming in on Thursday, Friday and early next week. I'll have to see what I can do about getting out and maybe pursuing those elusive Steelhead.
Till next time.
Mark
The curse! There it is! It also hits when you call a buddy and say "Man they are ON FIRE! Let's GO!" only to spend the day in the river admiring the rocks and stream-side flowers. Of course, that's not all bad either. :) Nice post!
ReplyDeleteI guess it just happens that way sometimes. You typically catch a heck of a lot more than you don't, so don't feel like you have to chew too much.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my world
ReplyDeleteHi Mark,
ReplyDeleteMmmmm been there, done that and then ate humble pie - such is life.
Regards,
John
Hey Mark, one of the reasons I always preface things I write by saying, I'm not an expert. No one really is when it comes to fish behavior. Good story.
ReplyDeleteYes!!! Steelhead thats a great idea.
ReplyDeleteJust a quick comment. John (Murphyfish) took the words right out of my mouth!
ReplyDeleteHey Mark welcome to the world of humbling, been there,done that, don't fret we all need it keeps things in place, like your blog real down to earth writing.Happy Holiday's tight lines.
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