For the past year, CW and I have been planning our first trip to Beaver Island Michigan with Guide, Kevin Morlock from Indigo Guide Services (insert shameless plug here). We left Pittsburgh and traveled west to our first stop which was the Huron River in Ypsilanti for a quick stop in to see the good folks at Schultz Outfitters. The berry hatch was starting, but the river was pretty well blown to hell so we decided after a few hours to make a push up to Traverse City.
We had planned to fish Grand Traverse Bay on our own for a few days prior to catching the Ferry to Beaver Island. The scenery and the water was nothing short of spectacular, but the fishing was pretty much a bust. Apparently a large contingency of bow hunters have really put a damper on the carp fishery there. (people suck if you haven’t figured that out yet) In addition, The Blue Angels were screaming over the bay prepping for The Cherry Festival which basically put down every carp in the county. Big shout out to the guys at The Northern Angler who gave us some great intel about the bay and put us on some very cool spots to chase fish.
After catching the early ferry over to Beaver Island, we were starting to feel the pressure since we had been riding a 3 plus day carp skunk….. Fear not…..
Despite getting some good light, a bunch of uncooperative fish and some blown shots later, we were still “carpless”. We decided to see if we could find some players in a back bay and with some stealthy stalking in place and a well timed eat, all hell broke loose.
After shaking the rust of day 1 off, day two was much more productive. Put it on the dinner plate, solid eat, crazy run around a tree stump, and the boat shot was complete.
CW managed one as well minus the crazy tree stump dance!
After a farewell to Beaver Island and Kevin, we hauled ass back to Ypsilanti in hopes of getting some better berry action and that we did! The takes were insane and there is nothing more crazy than doing battle with a big fish in a swift river full of logs and obstructions!
If you’ve been at the carp game for any amount of time, you know that some days they make you look like a hero and others they make you look like a chump. We had our equal share of both but there is nothing finer than spending a week on the road with a good friend chasing fish on a fly, eating good food, learning from an outstanding guide…. And yeah…. CARP SLAM! If we are being technical, the slam wasn’t completed in a single day so maybe it’s not a legit carp slam after all? ;). Something to chase for next time!
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,
I admit it. I am guilty. No trial, no judge, no jury. I am throwing myself upon the mercy of the world. I still take the grip and grin! I know…. it’s out of favor, played out, and tacky. I might as well be wearing neoprene camo waders and be dragging a limit stringer of steelhead behind me. If there is a 12 step program for this, I’m in!
Having said this, the fish gods have a way of laying the karma smackdown upon those that stray from the path of the righteous. See exhibit A:
Yes…. I deserve to look as stupid as I do right here.
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,
Yes, It’s true. The guy that is hell bent on doing anything and everything possible on his own hires fly fishing guides! The better question is why? The even better question is, should you? So what spawned this thought?
A few weeks ago, CW and I has a weekend planned at Nemacolin Woodlands with our significant others. This was a make everyone happy weekend which consisted of spa services, wine, fine dining, drunken entry into animal enclosures, and yes…. FLY FISHING!
We had booked Mike Steiner the head guide at Nemacolin which is an Orvis endorsed resort. The plan was to do a full day float on the Yough for trout but as our typical luck would have it, mother nature did not cooperate and the river was completely blown. We ended up going to plan be and Mike guided us to a beautiful day on the Cassleman River in MD. We stuck bunches of trout, had a ton of fun, and learned a ton of cool things.
So back to my original point. I am a firm believer in DIY for a great many things and I love the challenge of exploration. Having said that, here are a some outstanding reasons why you should consider hiring a guide!
10. Notice the guide fly!
Guides have to tie a bunch more than the average fly fisher. Guide flies are typically simple, easy to tie, and very effective. A guides living is dependent on helping below average fly fishers button up to fish so they are pretty darn good with versatile patterns that can be applied to multiple situations.
9. Casting vs. Fishing
A quality guide is an expert at situational fishing and reading water. They spend their day taking in information around them and processing it into directions. Pay attention to what your guide is looking for! If it’s not obvious… Ask! Next time you are approach ing the water, STOP and be a guide for 5 minutes. Put your rod down and pay attention to what you see before your fly is even wet. Yes, you will catch more fish.
8. Knot Tying
Watching most guides work with knots is amazing. They typically lean towards a single knot for each situation and they tie them very fast and very well. This is an area where most of us can improve. Nothing worse than losing a fish of a trip or even a lifetime because of a poor knot.
7. Fish Spotting
Your guide will almost always spot fish before you do. Part of this is that the already know where to look. The other is a well trained eye and sharp focus. See that push, flash, refusal, take, etc….. Most guides are happy to put on a clinic if you ask!
6. New Techniques
Always wanted to learn to Euro-Nymph? Spey cast? Streamer fish? Interview a qualified guide and turn a guided day on the water into a clinic and walk away with a new set of skills that you can leverage for a lifetime.
5. Depth Before Location
One mindset that I learned early in my day with Mike Steiner was that he was confident in his knowledge of where fish were and he would change depth prior to changing locations. Sometimes adding a heavier fly, raising an indicator, or changing a dropper length is all it takes to put you into fish.
4. Great Stories
Nobody, and I mean nobody has better stories than fly fishing guides. They spend more time on the water and see more crazy stuff than you can imagine and a good guide can have you laughing all day if you ask the right questions.
3. Casting Tips
Very few of us don’t have bad casting habits. If you tell your guide that you’d like some instruction throughout the day, it is amazing some of the little things they can help you to improve. Tailing loops? Poor mending? Running line management? Shooting line?
2. Learn a New Piece of Water…. FASTER!
I love exploring but not as much as I love sticking fish. If there is a piece of water that you have been dying to unlock but don’t know where to start, a guide can dramatically shorten your learning curve. They might not take you to all of their own personal secret spots but they can take months or years off of your path to having a good working knowledge of the waters they work on every day.
There are no guarantees, but your chances of getting into some good fish on a guide day are typically better than on your own. Even on tough days, a good guide has plenty of tricks up their sleeve to make sure you have some success…. Remember, they want a return booking so putting you on fish is how they feed their family.
If you’ve never fished with a guide, I highly recommend it. It is truly an investment in your fly fishing skill set and a day you will likely remember. I also highly recommend interviewing a guide on the phone before hiring them. If they aren’t willing to spend 20 minutes on the phone to see if you are a good fit for one another, don’t hire them! If you are a novice and want a good teacher, make sure your guide is patient and likes to teach!
Btw, if you are heading up to Nemacolin or the Laurel Highlands in general, you can get in touch with Mike here.
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,
Today was a day of strange occurances. For starters, I took a day off of work to go fishing….. As my typical luck would have it we have been pelted by rain pretty much non-stop for a week. Then today the weather in Erie took a turn for even colder temps and we got snow. Yes folks, snow in April…. I’m over it too.
The creek was chocolate milk. High, fast, cold, chocolate milk to be exact. Now one might say that it’s hard to describe a 28 degree day in April on a blown out creek as beautiful, yet that’s exactly what it was.
CW and I walked a few miles of creek, made several not so safe crossings, and saw exactly ZERO people. For anyone who frequents the Erie tribs during steelhead season you know that rare is the day that you have a section of creek to yourself let alone the entire body of water.
Elk Creek is not known for it’s swinging opportunities in part to the makeup of the water but mostly to never really having much room. With switch rod in hand and smile on face I figured that this was as good a day as any to see if I could swing up a fish or two. I found a run that at lower waters wouldn’t have enough flow but today was perfect!
Snap T, swing, dangle, step down, repeat…….. Mid way through the run my fly approached the end of the swing and all of a sudden came tight. Head shake, head shake, game on!
While far from the largest steelhead I’ve ever buttoned up or even the prettiest, this was the first fish I have ever stuck on the swing on an PA trib so beautiful it was. CW managed a small hen as well and we both walked away feeling good and celebrating another day on the water.
I know I say it often, but I’ll say it again. Sometimes the most imperfect days are just…. perfect.
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,
I know that there are a ton of fishy folk out there that love our pursuit. I see you out there trying to carve out your own piece of solitude on a river, or scheming how to get more time on your favorite lake or pond.
What I often wonder though, is are you all as obsessed as I am with the process of gear prepping? Perhaps it’s a bad case of OCD on my part, but if that’s the case I will own it with pride because I LOVE gear prepping.
I started to run down a list of the things I do prior to a day on the water and I suppose it’s pretty funny.
- Fly box selection and arrangement
- Check all flies for barb and rust (sharpen as needed)
- Primary rod rigging
- Secondary rod selection
- Replace tippet from last trip
- Check tippet spools for any that are running low
- Pack water, snacks, toilet paper, etc… in the sling bag
- Make sure I have stripping guards, sunscreen, bug repellent, hat, glasses, etc…..
- Wax rod ferrules
- Pack appropriate net (which often never leaves the car…. love-hate relationship with nets)
- Check headlamp batteries
- Make sure I have spare polarized glasses in the car for multiple light conditions
- Convenience store stop for teriyaki flavored beef jerky, cheddar cheese combos, and a Mt. Dew as this combo is the appropriate homage to the fish Gods in order to increase the chances of a good day. If it is the second Saturday and just after a full moon a bag of powdered donuts is added to for potency.
- AM playlist cued up and ready on my iPhone to get in the right headspace for my drive. Often consists of Zac Brown Band and other feel-good tunes…… If the day turns out to be frustrating the drive home tends to be more like Social Distortion.
- Lay out clothing based on the weather report and placed either in the bedroom or living room so after waking Beth up with my 4:30AM alarm clock she can hopefully fall back to sleep without me fumbling around the room like a newborn giraffe.
- Pack bag with backup clothing for either a change in weather or the likely chance that I fell in the water.
- Remember to wear my lucky underwear
- Check flow gauges
- Call Carp Whisperer and geek out for a bit because it makes me feel normal hearing that he is as stoked as I am
- Double check bag for hand warmers
I could keep going but some of you might start to doubt my already doubtful sanity. I’d love to know, what are some of the ways you all prep?
Enough prepping! Let’s get out there and chase some fish!
Tight Lines and Loose Pants,
I have long envied fly fishers who have the luxury of flexibility….. meaning they can leave at the drop of a hat to fish when conditions are prime. They often have the best probability of epic days that become stories of legend. Insert guide speak……. “you should have been here last week”. Most of us, me included, were not born under such a lucky star. I have a real job, real bills, and four very real kids that require me to be a very real dad.
Once a year CW and I head up to Presque Isle Bay for a weekend of warm water fun. The beauty of the fishery is that it has such versatility that regardless of what is going on there are always fish to be had if you are willing to be flexible. It is not uncommon to have caught over 10 species of fish in a weekend of fly fishing…. No joke. We have had to work around early spawn schedules, late spawn schedules, shad kills, rain, wind, oppressive heat, back problems, leaky waders, marital issues, even gastro-intestinal issues…. All to chase fish.
This past weekend I think we finally hit the one variable that we had never had to deal with. Upon arriving at the bay it blew our mind to see the water levels to be over 5′ higher than normal. There was literally water creeping up into parking areas. Now if you are a fly fisher in a boat, no biggie. If you are a wading angler this is a major issue. Roughly 75% of the places we would ordinarily wade to get to fish were now off limits. Throw in a nasty algae bloom, some storm fronts, and a cottonwood fluff hatch that looked like a snow storm and it made for some crazy conditions.
I have long stood by the philosophy that what separates really good fly fishers from others is the ability to problem solve and persevere through less than ideal situations. I wish I could tell you that we overcame and kicked ass… Or that we caught that one fish of a lifetime and made it all worthwhile…. We didn’t. What we did do was got wet as water slipped over the tops of our waders, cast our arms off for 3 days, laughed at each other, drank beer, and oh yeah…. managed to scare up a few fish.
The largemouth were gone. The carp were nowhere to be seen (see tear rolling down my cheek). We didn’t even see more than a gar or two which is highly unusual.
Far from the bonanza that we had imagined in our heads. No worries. Sign me up…. I’m ready to do it all over again! See you on the water.
Tight Lines and Loose Morals,
Yes folks. It appears the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Still alive, kicking and causing trouble every chance I get. Anyone that knows me can attest to the fact that despite attempting to be a well rounded fly fisher, more often than not I am stomping around in warm water haunts. I will be the first to admit that my trout kung fu is not as strong as many but better than…. well, not sure if it’s better than anyone but no matter. The point is that this weekend I got an invite from my buddy Tim to head out to central PA to chase some trout so I accepted the invitation eagerly.
We fished the catch and release trophy trout section of this particular river, the weather was perfect. The sulphurs and green drakes were going off, so we had hopes for some prolific action. We fished the lower section of river all the way to the mouth. My high sticking shoulder was numb and I thought it looked like a good place to huck a few streamers and maybe scare up a smallmouth or two. Tim and Scott were a ways upstream so I had some time to kill.
I tied on my go to sculpin pattern…. false casted a few…. and shot some line out into the current and let it swing back around. Once the sculpin crossed the eddy I began to strip it in with long deliberate strips.
I looked behind my fly and a ball of orange rolled up. Wham! fly hits a brick wall…. Did I just snag a carp? Head shake… head shake… head shake…. Nope, not a snag. Did a carp just wallop my streamer? I was beyond excited as my brown lining roots tingled. After a day of 14″ trout the idea of a heavy weight scrap on my hands was exactly what I was hoping for.
The fish took some line. I gained some ground. After a few minutes of a good back and forth tussle, the fish started to tire. As it came out of the depths I just about fell over. this was no carp. Not only did I just stick my first golden but it was an absolute toad! As I landed the fish, I could feel my hands shaking with adrenalin. This was the biggest trout I had ever caught. I looked around and I was alone on the river with this beautiful fish. Yes… yes… yes…. I know the “hero shot” is over done. Keep em wet.. I get it but I had to get a picture of this fish.
Now is where amateur hour ensues. The fish is now in the shallows with me tailing it as my other hand attempts to unzip my jacket, dig through my wader pocket, unleash my iphone, and hopefully take some kind of picture that does this beauty justice…. Epic Fail.
I have no exact measurements, no weight estimates, no grip and grin. To be honest, I really don’t even care. Every once in a while if you put in your time, the fish gods smile on you and reward you with an experience. For that I am eternally thankful.
So after three different friends sent me this link I figured it was a sign that someone had to post it so it might as well be me. Fair warning, this is NSFW! That means NOT SAFE FOR WORK… or kids… or spouses…. or jealous carp.
I mean seriously, I love carp. You know I do. And I’m not afraid to admit I have watched a little porn in my day. But can’t honestly say the thought ever crossed even my twisted mind to combine the two. It takes a lot to render me basically speechless but yep… Just don’t know what to say.
And just for the record… NO, I didn’t buy it… yet.
Tight Lines and Not so Loose Pants,