I just love the month of June! So many great fishing opportunities to be had be it in the salt or freshwater.
This past Saturday I probably would have been striper fishing since it was FAC (thats flat a** calm) on the Cape but my usual two partners were tied up and many areas were socked in with fog anyway. So I made plans to take the pontoon boat out at first light to chase some smallies.
As I was rowing and focusing on the waters surface I began to take notice of an unusual pattern in the surface film. This fine glass smooth morning the surface film was not its usual self and upon studying the water I realized that hatch of all hatches must have come off there the night before. Not being an experienced Trout fisherman I can't say exactly what I was seeing but shear numbers of shucked body shells and spent flies in the waters film was astounding. Some looked like the flies you would use to imtiate midges and others were emergers of some type some of which were unsuccessful and on and on. Some of the flies looked like the blue winged olives we were recently trying to imitate on my recent trip to the Farmington river.
I began covering the shoreline thoroughly and it was slow start but as time went by and sun got higher I began to see boils randomly around the area.
These were fish actively working the herring fry. Targeting these boils by dropping my goldie fly spot on usually resulted in a hook up. But many times too I would be too slow, come up short or just end up with a ball of line in my hand as I hastily try to redirect my fly.
All in all it was great morning but not my most productive for the area and time of year. I had fully intended on keeping one of the behemouth white perch this pond produces but the first one was my first fish and I wasn't quite ready to deal with it yet. And when I got my second and only other this day the fish had other ideas and while removing the fly he spanked my hand and released himself before I could blink an eye.
Oh well guess I will just have to go back and try again. It was really tough to call it a day when time came as it was still FAC and a magnificent day at the lake but wanted to keep my promise I would be home before noon.....
This past Saturday I probably would have been striper fishing since it was FAC (thats flat a** calm) on the Cape but my usual two partners were tied up and many areas were socked in with fog anyway. So I made plans to take the pontoon boat out at first light to chase some smallies.
As I was rowing and focusing on the waters surface I began to take notice of an unusual pattern in the surface film. This fine glass smooth morning the surface film was not its usual self and upon studying the water I realized that hatch of all hatches must have come off there the night before. Not being an experienced Trout fisherman I can't say exactly what I was seeing but shear numbers of shucked body shells and spent flies in the waters film was astounding. Some looked like the flies you would use to imtiate midges and others were emergers of some type some of which were unsuccessful and on and on. Some of the flies looked like the blue winged olives we were recently trying to imitate on my recent trip to the Farmington river.
I began covering the shoreline thoroughly and it was slow start but as time went by and sun got higher I began to see boils randomly around the area.
These were fish actively working the herring fry. Targeting these boils by dropping my goldie fly spot on usually resulted in a hook up. But many times too I would be too slow, come up short or just end up with a ball of line in my hand as I hastily try to redirect my fly.
All in all it was great morning but not my most productive for the area and time of year. I had fully intended on keeping one of the behemouth white perch this pond produces but the first one was my first fish and I wasn't quite ready to deal with it yet. And when I got my second and only other this day the fish had other ideas and while removing the fly he spanked my hand and released himself before I could blink an eye.
Oh well guess I will just have to go back and try again. It was really tough to call it a day when time came as it was still FAC and a magnificent day at the lake but wanted to keep my promise I would be home before noon.....
