A red soft hackle. So simple.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
The ice field has all but receded and a fresh new beginning is about to burst forth. The brook trout is truly a survivor.
|A small Connecticut stream.....3-25-15|
Friday, March 27, 2015
|A CT wild brook trout stream. Like many from Maine to Georgia.|
|BT Hair Tail|
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Yesterday I had a yearly eye exam. The appointment was for 8am and I must say it was a excellent one. The only problem is the drops they put in your eyes really opens them up, for several hours you had better keep sun glasses on or your in big trouble. Luckily by noon time I was functional and I was going fishing. The sun was bright and beautiful, and the temps were not to bad. The stream had some dark snowy parts but the melt was on all be it slow which is a good thing 'cause the water remains clear.
In this short stretch of stream my fly was struck several times as it was pulled through the riffles. I knew that sooner rather than later I would make a secure hookup.
And I did. Finally a brook trout grabbed the fly in the broken water. A moment or two later this beautiful brook trout was at hand. He seemed to be in great shape for a fish that endured such a brutal icy winter. A quick photo and he was gone.
I placed the fly in the hook holder and walked through snow to my car. As I drove home I thought this could be the beginning of a wonderful season.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
In January I attended the fly fishing show in Marlboro Massachusetts. While visiting a vendor who had quite a display of fly reels one caught my eye. It was a TFO BVK reel. I picked it up and I fell in love. I did not even turn the spool, just holding it was enough. The reel was so light, and the color very pleasing that I said I have to have it. Further inspection of the reel showed it was a click and pawl reel, but the sound of it was not like others click and pawl reels, it was a soft mellow sound very easy on the ears.
The purchase price was so that I could not purchase it then. I did how ever manage to sell a few odd items I had on eBay and gained the funds necessary to purchase the BVK.
The reel arrived yesterday and I wanted to run to the TMA and give it a try. It did not happen but I hope to do it soon. I'll give you the particulars of this reel now.
First off it has a beautiful moss green finish, similar to a brook trout. It is made of anodized aluminum and a large arbor. The reel is 2.5 inches in diameter and weighs just 2 ounces. I put on a Orvis 3wt line. When placed on my Cabelas glass rod it balances beautifully. What a wonderful small stream setup.
I am hoping to fish this setup very soon and will give you another report on its performance.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Today is the first day of Spring, but here in Connecticut it looks like the first day of Winter. It was cloudy all day and the threat of snow was present. The forecast is for snow and it was accurate and the white stuff is falling down. We were at a point where the bare ground was showing and the mounds of snow were on the decline and hopes were high that finally we had broken the winter trend.....oh well.
Tomorrow looks to be a bit warmer so this new snow should begin to melt rapidly. So there is few things to do except read, tie flies and perhaps watch a bit of TV.
And so it gos.
But on the bright side in a few weeks we will have these guys bouncing up and down along the streams, and the trout coming up for some simple dining.
The sheer delight of bringing a wild brook trout to hand will be a reality.....believe me it "Will" happen.
In the meantime find a bright sunny place, brew yourself a cup of coffee and have a piece of home made raisin bread.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
It's almost here, the annual Connecticut Fly Fisherman's Association "Fly Tyer's Roundtable". It's a great get together. There will be many tyers represented here with flies for every type of angling, both fresh and salt water.
The event will be held at the CFFA, on April 8th, at 7pm. It's located at Veteran's Memorial Club House, 100 Sunset Ridge Drive, East Hartford, CT.
I'll be there and I hope to see you there. This a great opportunity to meet with some wonderful tyers and anglers. This event is "Free" and all are invited.
I'll be tying soft hackles and this will be one that I'll feature. It was a good producer for me last year, both here and in Shenandoah.
This will be another fly I'll feature. A soft hackle dry fly.
So come down and say hello.
Monday, March 16, 2015
With tomorrow being St. Patrick's Day I decided to show a "bit o the green" and add some color, color that soon will be with us. First off I want to wish my fine Irish friends a Happy St. Patrick's Day. Enjoy your corned beef and cabbage along with some fine beverages.
This is a outing I took in mid May of last year. It was a sunny warm day, most vegetation in that lovely deep green that appears in Spring. There were insects out and about, I would give you there names but I don't know them. What I will tell you is that the trout were rising to them. So at times like these I would tie on a bomber or elk hair caddis and proceed to have a great day. Instead of going with that plan I chose to fish a small yellow muddler. Most flies I fish do duty in a couple of ways, one they are fished dry, and they are fished wet, sometimes on the same cast. Today was no different. The natural deer hair of the muddler needs no floatant and can be fished dry just by false casting. It can also be fished wet by allowing the fly to sink under the surface at the end of the drift, and then retrieved. Many of the takes happen right at the time the fly gets pulled under.
Today the brook trout took to this muddler like they never have eaten. The fly produced many beautifully colored brookies to hand.
A lovely female brook trout. The tail on this fish is impressive. Her colors in this "Spring of opportunity", she rivals the colors of a spawning male is Autumn.
It is on days like this that one can recall most of what happened. No journal is necessary, all that's required is the thumbing of the pages in my mind.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Well I was out at it again Wednesday seeing how the weather was being so nice to this fellow. The stream was a lot wider with the snow melt but still very clear. The snow along the banks still proved to be a tough walk. This time though I wore my waders which enabled me to walk in the stream and that led to further exploration. Being able to try some new areas I went to work quickly. The fly on the line was a bomber and fingers crossed that today would bring a dry fly trout to hand. I worked the stream as well as the fly in every way I know trying to draw a strike, but to no avail. Still it was a sweet sight to see a dry fly floating on a ice free stream this March morning.
I reeled in the bomber and decided to fish wet flies and perhaps a streamer. As I was changing flies I caught some movement to the right of where I was standing. My eyes scanned the stream and along the banks. Suddenly this little fellow pops out from the water near a snow bank. He seemed to happy although a bit confused at the fact I was moving in on his pool he must have said this guy has no stream etiquette. So he said I'm leaving.
He could be the reason the trout were on high alert and not willing to race for the fly. I told myself that was true so as not to feel bad about not catching fish. But in reality that was not why. The air was warm which caused the snow to melt which made the water colder. Several times and places along the stream I took the water temp, the readings were from the mid thirties to one at 40. Cold enough to keep things slow.
I continued on enjoying this beautiful day. I went from pool to pool. I came upon this very interesting piece of water. There was a shallow riffle going into a slow deep undercut. Trout hideout for sure. I drifted the fly towards the bank and let it continue through the pool. I continued this several times letting the fly stop and just hang in the slow current. It seemed that no one was home, or was not hungry.
Before moving on I said to myself why not drift the fly through the shallow riffle, could be a fish there and if not so be it. So I backed up some and sent the fly down and across. Several more times I worked the riffle and suddenly a fish hit. Moments later I slipped my hand in the water a lifted a beautiful brook trout from the stream. It looked a bit pale, and on the thin side but none the less in strong fighting condition. A quick photo and off to find something better to eat.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Monday morning the decision was made to check out a stream to see if I could fish a few flies and attempt to perhaps take a fish or two. I was delighted to see that the bright sun was doing its magic. I felt so comfortable fishing with only a wind breaker and light fleece jacket. The air temp was mid forties and no wind, after the cold, cold winter that was a welcomed relief. As I pulled into the parking area the ground was so soft that the mud was slippery, and not the snow. There was one other vehicle parked there, perhaps another angler I thought, or maybe a hiker. I did not bring waders so I was ready to fish in minutes. I did however bring my new Cabelas glass rod for its first tryout.
The stream was ice free in several locations. Its clarity brilliant even with the snow melt. I started walking to the stream and found the snow to be at least knee deep and some areas thigh deep. This kind of walking will tire you fast not to mention the fact your always falling. I knew this was going to be a one or two spot outing.
Armed with the new rod I placed myself on firm footing. I chose to fish dries this day, and sent the fly on its mission. I would love to say that I had a fish rise on the first cast but that did not happen, instead a fish rose on the second cast. The rise was not a lethargic one either the fish was indeed hungry. I sent the fly back out and just a tad further from the first rise he again took a swipe and missed. On the third time the fish again came up, this time he was pricked. A few twists and turns and the fish was at hand. It was not a trout but creek chub. The silvery fish was my first fish on the fly since mid January, and it felt real good.
I continued to work flies in the few open pools I could fish. The thought was could there be another willing fish to take a fly. The answer was yes, only not a trout but another chub. The trout were indeed there only not willing to take.
These little guys were out and about this day. Any one care to tie one?
This was a great day to be out. A new rod, good weather, a fly cast for the first time in almost two months, and a fish to hand on a dry fly.
Be sure to scroll down to see "My Photo Of The Day".
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Back in January I did a post on a fly pattern, it was a soft hackled dry fly. When I first saw the fly on a website I thought "wow" this has got to be something new. Further research into this pattern showed that these flies have been around for some time. The English have been tying these flies and in the United States these flies have been a staple in some areas. January 20, 2015 was the first knowledge of these flies by this angler.
The English pattern that I wrote of back in January is called a "Jingler". It's tied with a thread body, and cock hackle then partridge soft hackle. Some are tied with a tail, but it is not necessary.
This is the American version of a similar fly, called a "Cinberg". The fly was created by Dr. Bernard Cinberg of New York. The doctor practiced in New York City and had a summer home in the Catskills near the Neversink River. Sometime in the 1930's this fly was first tied and fished. It was a success, especially with the brook trout. The fly was also mentioned by the late Datus Proper in his book "What The Trout Said". His reference to a fly he called a "bent hackle" fly told of the fly still being fished.
Well I sat down at the vise and attempted to tie the Cinberg. It's basic components are pretty simple. A dry fly hook, some colored thread for the body, Coq de Leon for the tail, brown dry fly hackle, and wood duck for the soft hackle collar. The only problem is in working with the wood duck feather. Because the wood duck can't be wound on, like a traditional soft hackle, like a partridge or grouse.
When completed the fly looks pretty good, considering there are feathers going every which way. The fly looks like an insect no matter which way it may land on the water.
From the photos you can see a wonderful buggy looking dry fly.
|"Cinberg" Dark Version|
This photo shows the Cinberg as it would light on the water. The cock hackle giving support, and the thin barred legs from the wood duck looking like the legs of an insect.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
A wonderful late Spring day. Days such as these when there is an intoxicating sound of water rushing over wood and stone.
In a quiet eddy, or a break, a trout sits. His territory is staked out, this is a prime place on the little stream.
The Bomber is cast into the current, it floats and is carried several feet downstream. The fly is cast again, as it nears a quiet spot in the flow you notice a swirl, then another the trout having trouble in eating the fly. The line is picked up and again is tossed into the stream. As it approaches the spot where the trout hit before a second rise takes place. You feel tension, and the hook drive into the fish. He makes a run putting a nice bend in the rod. Several more dashes for freedom are turned back. As the trout accepts defeat and now lies at hand. The brown is lifted and admired, a quick photo and he is released into his pristine home.