Sunday, October 30, 2011

Progression of the October Snow

I heard the weather channel calling it "snowtober" yesterday.  I hate when portmanteaus are made out of words that don't belong together but someone smashed them into one word to sound cool.  It doesn't sound cool.  You sound like a tool.

Moving on.  We got snow.  In October.  Not really that rare for me but I didn't think it would have accumulated to more than half a foot.  I have trick or treated in snow before and have had an ice storm on October 13th before.  It's just a little too early for my liking.

I took some pictures of the progression of the storm because I was without power for twelve plus hours yesterday.  I did organize my fishing stuff, tie a few flies, dedust/cat fur my computer and threw a bunch of birds at some pigs.

Oh, I also dropped my phone in the toilet and lost the front half of my kayak rack to a  power line dangling over the road.  I think that's a goner unless I see it on my way into work tomorrow.

Notice all the tree limbs down.  The sound of limbs breaking was unreal while I was shoveling.

Rabbit on Rabbit
My first attempt at a double bunny fly. All I had was a small Bass Pro Shop catalog to look at, but I was happy with the results.  It was meaty enough I think for a toothy fish to want it.  Now to tie more in different colors.  If you'll excuse me I'm going to showerleep.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Goodbye Autumn

 I wish it was nice to see you winter.
...and it's accumulating quickly.

View from the balcony

Tak is not happy

Friday, October 28, 2011

Things To Do: Winter 2011 Edition

You're all thinking, "Wooo, a new blog post!.... wait this looks like a list of chores not a legitimate post."  Well, my loyal four followers, this one isn't just for you.

I like lists.  A lot.  Where I sit currently I can count four lists. And that is without ruffling the papers up.  I'm sure there are other forgotten and fairly unimportant lists hidden among the other papers.   All but one of those lists include food... so I guess I like food a lot too.  I wanted to put together a semi-formal list of things to do this winter when I'm not fishing.  I don't think I've ever fished from November to March so maybe that will go on the list if I'm bored enough.  I'm hoping that by placing a list on the blog where I can cross things off and maybe post about said list will provide some motivation to get the tasks marked off.

Tie some new jaw wrenching flies. Among, but not limited to, include the bunny butt slider, the sex dungeon, some sort of carp fly with some fancy barred orange legs (I'm not sure why but they look like something necessary for a carp fly).  Mostly I want to tie some meaty flies for pike and some carp flies.

Spin some deer hair.  I've been following Pat Cohen's blog for a while now and have wanted to try making some bass bugs that rival his.... OK, I'll be happy if they are a quarter of the quality as his.  I've made a couple experimental attempts with deer hair with only a little success.

Install kayak rod holders.  I recently picked up two Cabela's rod holders that should make my life on the water much easier.  They are designed for spin or bait casters which I usually have with me as well as the fly rod.  This will save me from having to shove a rod or two between my feet or behind my seat.  I've been using a still water kayak that has no fishing upgrades at all.  All I need is to borrow a power drill and a spade drill bit and that will change.

Get at least 5 substantial posts in by the end of February.  I have noticed that this blog is fish oriented.  What I mean from that is if I don't fish, I don't post.  The main point of this blog is to post about my fishing trips, but I want to expand that a little more with some pointless YouTube videos or some amateur flies I've tied.

...that list seemed longer in my head.  I will add things throughout winter and I will mark things off as I go.

If you'll excuse me, I have to go buy all the bread and milk from the grocery store for this impending nor' easter.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Things like this:

Too many false casts
...ok, it was a 350ยบ pan.

make it hard to do things like this:

Fish on!
...ok, it was a snagged rock.

But I did so anyway and got some of these:

Stocked trout, not on the fly

Green sunfish, on the fly

One of them I didn't get:

Wheres Waldo baby musky

 And some autumn type pictures:

Mothers and their fallen

Poplar Puddle

Lonely Lambsear
Reds and Browns

Open and Closed

Oh, and happy birthday to the best guy I know!

Monday, October 3, 2011


Oranges, reds, and golds reflect off the glass pane surface of the lake.  A fish rises pecking at a fallen bug stuck in the tension of the surface. The ripples distort the reflection of leaves and dew and sky in a massive, vibrant collage.

This is my time of the year.

When you can smell the crunchy fallen leaves tumbling through the air and forming piles on every surface.  When you awake to dew thick enough it seems as though it just rained.  When most days are cloud filled, making every sunny day much more stunning.  When the dew turns to frost and every leaf and twig is covered with a crystal lace.  When you need a sweatshirt in the morning and are sweating by noon.  When every night seems to have a full, fat moon smiling above. When apples and cider and doughnuts are a constant craving.  When you must watch for ghouls and demons and witches. When the Great Pumpkin rises from the pumpkin patch.  When autumn is the only place you'd like to be.

I have always had a pull to this time of the year.  An insatiable appetite for everything that fall brings.  After school I would run off the bus to pile leaves as high as the rake and my arms would let me and then dive head first into the pile.  I would drag my dog in, and cover him up, and laugh as he darted free of me leaving a trail of cartwheeling leaves behind him.  I would sprint up the hill behind my house to a lone apple tree that my great-grandfather likely planted years ago.  The apples were small and tart and not particularly tasty, but they were free and dripped with the taste of fall.  I would go into the woods and sit.  I would be content with the fiery colors surrounding me and as the flames fell, I would try to catch them.  I was always fascinated in knowing I was the first, and potentially only, person to ever hold this leaf.  I would wait for anything to come by and be ready to take a picture of it.  I would then quickly be distracted by a caterpillar or a chipmunk.

Years later I discovered a golden delicious apple tree my grandparents owned.  The tree produced giant, softball sized, orbs of uneven, anemic, mottled yellow; but a bite into the apple yielded an explosion of sweet, tangy, luscious ambrosia.  This tree propagated a fruit I felt unworthy of eating.  But, I felt more worthy than the deer, who were also onto my secret nectar-of-the-gods, so I ate them anyway and enjoyed them until I felt ill.  The next year, my grandparents cut the tree down.  Every time I see a roadside stand or farmers market selling golden delicious apples, I buy them, and I am always disappointed.  I fear that no golden delicious apple will ever be able to share even a small piece of my memory with how good those apples were.

When we were younger, my sisters and I would construct our own haunted houses in our living room.  One of us would set everything up while the other two waited elsewhere.  When the "house" was perfected, we would turn off the lights and tour the others' creation.  I would rent books from the library for terrifying inspiration but all I remember learning was how to make thunder with a piece of paper.  In retrospect, the instructions to do so was to rumble a sheet of poster board, which I didn't have access to.  I improvised with a regular sheet of 8 x 11 paper and produced a sound reminiscent of someone shaking a piece of 20 lb, acid free paper.  Occasionally we would have made construction paper ghosts or cut out bats and the architect of the haunted house would hide and leap out at some point to add additional fright.   But my favorite decoration was the rocking horse our father made covered in a white blanket.  I suppose I originally created this to look like a ghost, but I quickly learned to place it just out of reach of the light seeping in from other rooms and directly in the path of where my sisters would walk.  One of them would quickly stumble over it, get hurt, and stop playing with me for the night, but it was worth it.  What's scarier than potential for bodily harm?

Lately it hasn't been the fall I was hoping for.  No crisp smells. No crunchy leaves.  No colors of fire leaping from tree to tree.  It has, instead, been a water-logged, mushy leaved, lack luster season.  I am grasping at the hope that there will be a week when the rain abates and the autumn leaves paint the forest.  I was planning on getting some supplementary fall pictures this weekend... but if I did that the pictures would all be grey, wet woods or flooded mud flows.  Here's some pictures from previous years to get a small fall fix.