Sunday, October 20, 2019

Fall Update



A lot has happened since my last post in June. My pediatric rotation FINALLY finished- it was a very long three months with no free time. Treatment planning and quarterly reports consumed all my time, leaving no time for fishing. I have been longing for my 30+ inch striper but I guess I'll have to wait till next season (hopefully we are still around). I did go out with my daughter after my rotation ended and wrangled in a few schoolies which was fun.

Donuts in hand


Heading out to the jetty

Apple cider donut from the famous Holy Donut
Breakfast of champions 
Wouldn't touch it
Family have come and gone, and now fall is full swing here in Maine. There are still some stripers around, but the majority have gone. As of late, I have hung up the 9wt in search of trout and salmon. A trip to Moosehead was planned and I was stoked for round 2.

Much to my dismay, I did not catch anything at Moosehead, again. This time I even had my sinking line, but still did not catch anything. This lake is a mystery to me. I read an article stating there were "too many fish". I certainly did not see any, except for small minnows. Granted, the lake is HUGE and if I ever try again I will go to a completely new area.

On one of the mornings we headed out to a river I had read about just north of us. When we pulled in there were already 5 other vehicles there. Wonderful! My dad being the social person he is, walked right over to a couple guys who were breaking down their rods. Meanwhile, I rigged up and tried to hurry as quickly as possible as the boss was feeding the baby and my time was limited. In all honesty, my wife is awesome and lets me go fishing all the time. However, in this circumstance I did not want to take too long as they would be waiting in the car.





I walked aways down from the bridge and began tossing my line. The stream was beautiful, and larger than expected. All the other anglers were up by the bridge tossing a line into the deep pools in hope for a big Atlantic salmon. I saw a few small fish rising, and eventually hooked into one but it got off. As I made my way up the bridge all the other anglers had cleared out except for one. Though I was fishing where others just were, I decided to try a few casts as the water looked too promising. I caught nothing. This river is supposed to hold nice Atlantics and brook trout, but unfortunately I did not get to the stream early enough. Until next time...

Recently, I fished a river that I fished last October with Hugh. I caught one brown last year, and this year I only caught one fish as well.  When the fish ate my dry, I pulled back on the rod and the 4-incher flew past me and off of my fly. I honestly had no clue what kind of fish I caught but believe it was a brookie. Even though fishing was not what I had hoped, it felt great being the first one on the river. There was a low morning fog, and I had fun tossing my fly over the plethora of colorful fall leaves on the water.

Destination two that day was another river that was close that supposedly held brookies. This stream was smaller but just as beautiful. I caught some nice browns on a purple wulff pattern I got in Montana a while back. It was fun tossing dry flies between rocks, and logs, something I had not done in a long time. Since moving to Maine my 9wt has seen the majority of daylight. Stripers in the ocean have been too much fun. But tossing dries to small trout hits a chord in my soul that always brings a smile to my face.

















Sunday, June 30, 2019

Tournament Closure

Well, Hugh and I didn't make the cut for the tournament. We had high hopes to get on board the last couple days of the tournament but we got skunked! No fish were brought to hand the past two days. It's as if a switch went off, they bailed.

The dudes who won averaged 37 inch fish which is crazy. Props to them (local Mainers). They even beat out the boat guys which is awesome. Close to home SLC resident Jake Nichols took second. He is a dental student at UNE. Props to him for figuring out where the big boys are.

Though we didn't catch fish, here's some cool photos taken the past couple days. Foggy mornings made for unique conditions. Fog is common here and one of many aspects why I enjoy living next to the ocean. 



Caught a jellyfish

Hugh's new sticker for his ride. 
Casting, waiting, hoping...


Thursday, June 20, 2019

The Marshland

Hugh casting in the early morning fog while gulls call out and boatmen ready their vessels for another day


BLITZ! (Hugh was rushing to get his line untangled)

The "Game Changer" Mackerel flavor

Incoming tide

Small...but feisty


Gulls got this poor fella 







Tournament fish



Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Tournament Update

The tournament is in full swing and has been off to a good start. Though, upon looking at the leaderboard last night we have TOUGH competition. The current leaders in the "wade" category are at an astonishing 140.5 inches (that's roughly 35 inch average fish! Seriously!? The biggest fish I have caught so far was about 23. Let's just say Hugh and I hope to get into the big boys soon before we're left too far in the dust.

























New sinking line doing work...caught 8 of these dudes all in the same area


Schoolie... aint gonna cut it in this tournament

Mr. Hermit

Horseshoe crab on the beach
The families came out to join us. Here, the girls are catching bugs with Savannah rockin' a striper hat.