Saturday, September 27, 2014

The Little Yellow Fly

This will be my last post of September. We are about to take a trip down south to fish a few streams in Shenandoah National Park. Along with fishing, hiking and a lot of walking have been planned.

We also hope to pay a visit to Lancaster, Pennsylvania to spend some time in Amish country.

I have tied this fly for this trip, and I hope it does the trick.



The Little Yellow Fly


See you all in about a week.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The other "Black Ghost"

Well its not really another Black Ghost, but a variation. The Black Ghost was originated by Herb Welch of Oquossoc Maine back in 1927. It was tied with a featherwing, and was a pattern that has gained prominence world wide for its ability to take game fish. Its early years saw many landlocked salmon and trophy brook trout taken with it. It soon began working its magic on brown, and rainbow trout as well as Atlantic salmon and bass. There have been anglers who have tied these extra long and used them in the salt water for striped bass.

This is a variation of that Herb Welch classic. It's the Black Ghost Marabou. This fly uses the same materials as the featherwing version only the wing material is marabou. Marabou is that soft downy feather from a turkey. It's probably best know for its use in the wooly bugger. I'm not sure who created the Black Ghost Marabou, but I can say that the first fly tyer to use marabou in this fashion was A.W. Ballou of Litchfield Maine. He created a marabou streamer to represent a smelt, in 1921. The fly was known as the Ballou Special.


I tied these Black Ghost Marabou streamers using the materials pictured in the first photo. I tie them in size 10, 8, and 6. In the water these flies come alive, their marabou wings move ever so seductively bringing vicious strikes.

While the pattern does not require eyes, some tyers will paint an eye or some will use Jungle Cock. The fly below I tied with a Jungle Cock feather, and photographed it wet to show the working profile.

Any serious streamer angler will have the Black Ghost Marabou in their box.



Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Cape Cod brook trout..part 2

One of the sunsets we enjoyed, this one taking place at Cape Cod Bay in the town of Sandwich. Late afternoon and evening into the darkness anglers fished here, both from the beaches as well as boats. They patrolled the waters in search of that big striped bass.



I saw a few hookups, but there were more as darkness fell.


While most cast their flies to striped bass I was along this stream casting streamers to sea run brook trout.


From out of the shadows they would swiftly strike. The Mickey Finn was a good producer.




This brook trout has a slight blueish color to it.


Looking like an interstate highway a strip of gravel lies between to cress beds. Just under those cress beds lie the brook trout.




I truly enjoyed my time on Red Brook. A place that gifted this angler with some very special brook trout.


She sang it so well..."you'll fall in love with old Cape Cod"



Saturday, September 20, 2014

Red Brook, Salters Sept 2014 part 1

Just got back from three beautiful days on Cape Cod. The weather was gorgeous, sunny days with temps in the 60's and the nights were oh so refreshingly cool. As we were driving we noticed the leaves starting to show some color, in fact in the town of Foxboro it almost looked like mid October. As we closed in on Buzzards Bay the foliage was not the same. While there was a splash of color here and there it was quite a bit behind areas further west and north.

Cape Cod is a Mecca for salt water anglers and this is the season of early migration of striped bass and bluefish. The bays and the seacoast draw anglers in search of these big fellows. Well this angler is drawn to another semi salt water fish, one that lives in the salty bay and is also at home in the small fresh water stream known as Red Brook. I found the stream in pristine condition. The tide had been going out for some time and the first run-pool I fished was in tide water. Several casts were made, the streamer fly working perfectly. On one of the swings the fly was absolutely smashed. A second later the fish was on and what a fish it was. I finally got control and as I brought the fish close I was shocked at what was there. Looking into the water I saw a perfect specimen of a wild salter brook trout. A heavy fish of about 14 inches. His color was showing signs of a male at this time of year. Jeanette who was standing on the bridge watching, commented that's a nice one. I placed the net into the water to lift the fish out when he suddenly broke for open water. I thought the streamer was still in his lip but it was not. This was a great way to start your day even if your catch eluded you.


Moving upstream the brook took on the look of a spring creek. Bright clear water with lots of watercress and other vegetation. The water temps were a constant 48-50 degrees. I saw no signs of insect activity, which is not uncommon for me...I never see insects here, but none the less I know there are brook trout here.


Though it may look like a weedy jungle there are clear cut channels of water. These channels are where you want to work your streamer. The brook trout hold in the undercuts and under the the vegetation and will strike with swift authority when it darts by. Many hits and many hookups happen but it's tough bringing one to hand.


A true gift. Wild salter brook trout. The Mickey Finn was to much to let pass. This guy was taken from the pool pictured above, under the tree branch to the right in the photo. The stream depth here is thigh deep and over the days gave up some nice trout.


I had one or two brookies take a blaze orange wet fly. They like those colors.




The fly box. I could have brought four patterns with me and had more than enough. Streamers are key.


I fished mornings and late afternoon with the latter being best as far as hits are concerned.


More Red Brook in part two.