With the impending weather disaster looming over the east coast, I figgered this weekend was going to be a wash out. Only one thing to do - take Friday off and go fishing. I woke up earlier than I thought I was capable and made the 2 hour drive out to the valley. The creek is purdy at dawn.
I made the effort in hopes of finding browns rising to tricos and although the bugs were swarming in abundance, the fish were uninterested. No worries though because terrestrials still proved effective a bit later in the day. Action was pretty consistent with little browns in this size range.
I don't know how many times I've pointed the video camera at a likely looking spot in the hopes of capturing a take, but it rarely works. Fish usually get lockjaw when video is rolling, but it worked today.
On a happy note, I spotted our big fish from a few weeks back again today. He relocated about 50 yards upstream to a new hole and I never would have seen him if he didn't rise for, and refuse, a real hopper. If the picky SOB refuses the real thing there didn't seem to be much hope for my foam imitation, and sure enough, he scoffed at me. I tried him with a beetle and then a streamer before admitting defeat and calling it a day.
Now on to storm watching for the rest of the weekend.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Hall Pass
I'm not sure how he did it but somehow Marty wrangled another hall pass and a day of fishing this Sunday, so we pointed ourselves toward our spring creek in the Valley and the big brown that eluded us last Friday. The forecast called for rainy weather and cooler temps, which we were both looking forward to. As it turns out, the rain held off and the sun came out to bake us again.
The trico spinners fall like clockwork on certain stretches of this creek and we were able to take advantage of that in an area we haven't visited in a while. Thick clouds of bugs brought a bunch of smallish browns to the surface.
I usually start out with a comparadun pattern because I can see it, and only switch over to an actual spinner if the fish refuse it. Most of the time the fish will take the dun just as well.
Later in the morning we switched back to terrestrials and started searching out the channels and undercuts. Unfortunately our big fish from last week was a no-show today. I hope he was just tucked away and that nobody caught or killed that fish.
I stuck with a sorta modified version of a Charlie Boy Hopper and Marty fished a foam beetle. Both patterns worked ok and we caught some slightly better fish in the afternoon.
A beetle eater:
And a hopper eater. I hooked this fish while standing on the wrong side of a slightly too high electric fence and took a pulse to a sensitive area trying to hop over - which sucked.
Things got steamy mid-afternoon and since we were expecting rain and didn't bring much to drink, we decided to call it a day. Since this is one of the few summer options we have here in Virginia for trout, I'm sure we'll be back soon.
One last fish showing his pearly whites for the camera.
The trico spinners fall like clockwork on certain stretches of this creek and we were able to take advantage of that in an area we haven't visited in a while. Thick clouds of bugs brought a bunch of smallish browns to the surface.
I usually start out with a comparadun pattern because I can see it, and only switch over to an actual spinner if the fish refuse it. Most of the time the fish will take the dun just as well.
Later in the morning we switched back to terrestrials and started searching out the channels and undercuts. Unfortunately our big fish from last week was a no-show today. I hope he was just tucked away and that nobody caught or killed that fish.
I stuck with a sorta modified version of a Charlie Boy Hopper and Marty fished a foam beetle. Both patterns worked ok and we caught some slightly better fish in the afternoon.
A beetle eater:
And a hopper eater. I hooked this fish while standing on the wrong side of a slightly too high electric fence and took a pulse to a sensitive area trying to hop over - which sucked.
Things got steamy mid-afternoon and since we were expecting rain and didn't bring much to drink, we decided to call it a day. Since this is one of the few summer options we have here in Virginia for trout, I'm sure we'll be back soon.
One last fish showing his pearly whites for the camera.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Mental Health Day
Marty called me at work last Wednesday and said he needed a mental health day. It's usually not hard to convince me to skip work for a day anyway, but I could hear a slight frantic quality in his voice, and knew he was serious. A brand new baby girl doesn't leave much time for frivolous pursuits like fishing, and because of that he hadn't been out in over a month. He needed it bad so we scheduled a Friday trip to the only chilly water around.
An early morning storm soaked us to the bone and colored up the water a bit so we started out slow.
Not getting much action on our favorite stretch we switched things up and decided to try another locale. About that time the skies cleared and the sun came out.
Temps rose to near death levels but it also dried the grass and got the hoppers active. Hundreds of hoppers jumped and flew as we made our way upstream. A few ended up in the water on their own but we amused ourselves like a couple of kids by catching a few and tossing them to the fish. A few of our imitations also ended up in fish lips.
Cows in the creek - Marty is thinking about making them into burgers.
Don't get your hand too close to one of these when leaning over a bank to land a fish. He'll eat your arm off.
Sometimes the fish were a little hesitant to take a hopper and found ants more to their liking.
We didn't manage any big boys but did locate one huge fish that proved too smart for our offerings. I briefly considered impaling a live hopper on a bare hook but since I didn't have any bare hooks, I gave up on the idea. We worked that fish for a solid hour before he finally tired of the game and headed back to his undercut. We called it quits after that and headed home with some nice sunburns and a vow to get back and catch that fish. Hopefully there will be more to this story later...
An early morning storm soaked us to the bone and colored up the water a bit so we started out slow.
Not getting much action on our favorite stretch we switched things up and decided to try another locale. About that time the skies cleared and the sun came out.
Temps rose to near death levels but it also dried the grass and got the hoppers active. Hundreds of hoppers jumped and flew as we made our way upstream. A few ended up in the water on their own but we amused ourselves like a couple of kids by catching a few and tossing them to the fish. A few of our imitations also ended up in fish lips.
Cows in the creek - Marty is thinking about making them into burgers.
Don't get your hand too close to one of these when leaning over a bank to land a fish. He'll eat your arm off.
Sometimes the fish were a little hesitant to take a hopper and found ants more to their liking.
We didn't manage any big boys but did locate one huge fish that proved too smart for our offerings. I briefly considered impaling a live hopper on a bare hook but since I didn't have any bare hooks, I gave up on the idea. We worked that fish for a solid hour before he finally tired of the game and headed back to his undercut. We called it quits after that and headed home with some nice sunburns and a vow to get back and catch that fish. Hopefully there will be more to this story later...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Jackson River Lawsuit
Most anglers in Virginia are all too familiar with the story of the Jackson River and the infamous King's Grant controversy. In the early 80s, the Jackson River was flooded to create Lake Moomaw, just outside of Covington, Virginia. Bottom releases of water from the lake created a cold water trout fishery below Gathright Dam, where a warm water fishery had existed previously. This new trout fishery predictably increased pressure on the river and tensions between landowners and recreational users ensued. Then, in the mid 90s, a group of landowners on the Jackson sued a fishing guide in an effort to keep him from fishing on their stretch of the river. These landowners produced evidence of a 1750 grant from King George II that conveyed property on both sides of the river and the exclusive privileges of fishing, hunting, hawking and fowling. The case went all the way to the Virginia Supreme Court and the court, in its infinite wisdom, ruled in favor of the landowners, although the Jackson had previously been ruled a navigable river. According to state law, the stream bed of a navigable river cannot be privately owned and is held by the state for its use by the public. In this case, the King's Grant superseded state law.
The Jackson River at Indian Draft:
The area affected by the decision was a relatively short stretch of river below the dam and the rest of the river remained open to public use. Anglers were free to fish in the river, float and wade on the stream bed, as long as they remained below the high water mark. The state provided public access points as well as literature and signage that designated the areas open to public use and those that were off limits. Things went along fine until last year when another group of anglers were sued for civil trespass.
It seems that a developer purchased a large chunk of land on the Jackson River and had begun selling smaller plots. Part of the sales pitch for these plots of land was that they came with private, exclusive use of the river. Signs started appearing, where none had been before, proclaiming that wading and fishing was prohibited. In some cases, these new signs were directly across river from the public access points and signs put up by the state that said fishing was allowed. The developer has now sued a group of anglers for doing something that the state says they were allowed to do. Confused yet?
It seems pretty clear to me that the developer, who is very well funded, has a plan to bully his way into gaining his private river. He is claiming that he has the same type of King's Grant possessed by the landowners in the original case. To date, this evidence has not been produced and it is highly doubtful that it even exists. By suing these anglers, who cannot afford his type of justice, he's hoping that they will not be able to afford to fight him in court and just go away. He'll win his case and get his private river.
A wild, Jackson River Rainbow:
Obviously, this would set a dangerous precedent that could endanger many of our public waterways. Imagine not being able to float or fish on the James, the Shenandoah or any of our favorite rivers. The same thing could happen on those rivers or any other river in the country. This isn't just a Virginia issue, it's a national issue. The public can't sit back and let this one rich developer buy this case because he picked on people who couldn't afford to fight him for the long haul. The anglers that were sued have been fighting this case, but are at their financial limits and need our help.
So, how can you help? Visit the Virginia Rivers Defense Fund at www.virginiariversdefensefund.org and make a donation to help these guys out. Anything helps - it doesn't have to be a lot of money, but if we all contribute we can do our part to protect our right to use our public rivers.
The Jackson River at Indian Draft:
The area affected by the decision was a relatively short stretch of river below the dam and the rest of the river remained open to public use. Anglers were free to fish in the river, float and wade on the stream bed, as long as they remained below the high water mark. The state provided public access points as well as literature and signage that designated the areas open to public use and those that were off limits. Things went along fine until last year when another group of anglers were sued for civil trespass.
It seems that a developer purchased a large chunk of land on the Jackson River and had begun selling smaller plots. Part of the sales pitch for these plots of land was that they came with private, exclusive use of the river. Signs started appearing, where none had been before, proclaiming that wading and fishing was prohibited. In some cases, these new signs were directly across river from the public access points and signs put up by the state that said fishing was allowed. The developer has now sued a group of anglers for doing something that the state says they were allowed to do. Confused yet?
It seems pretty clear to me that the developer, who is very well funded, has a plan to bully his way into gaining his private river. He is claiming that he has the same type of King's Grant possessed by the landowners in the original case. To date, this evidence has not been produced and it is highly doubtful that it even exists. By suing these anglers, who cannot afford his type of justice, he's hoping that they will not be able to afford to fight him in court and just go away. He'll win his case and get his private river.
A wild, Jackson River Rainbow:
Obviously, this would set a dangerous precedent that could endanger many of our public waterways. Imagine not being able to float or fish on the James, the Shenandoah or any of our favorite rivers. The same thing could happen on those rivers or any other river in the country. This isn't just a Virginia issue, it's a national issue. The public can't sit back and let this one rich developer buy this case because he picked on people who couldn't afford to fight him for the long haul. The anglers that were sued have been fighting this case, but are at their financial limits and need our help.
So, how can you help? Visit the Virginia Rivers Defense Fund at www.virginiariversdefensefund.org and make a donation to help these guys out. Anything helps - it doesn't have to be a lot of money, but if we all contribute we can do our part to protect our right to use our public rivers.
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