The cool night air and the drying of leaves signal the changing of a season. I find my mind starting to think of large mighty fish from the lake making their way up the rivers and streams as they have done before to find a place to deposit what nature has forced them to do.
The 2011 Smallmouth season is in the books and so I thought I’d share a few highlights. The long warm humid spell brought fish up to the surface looking to engulf anything that hit the water. The fish were tight to the bank, barely in inches of water and that’s where one of my favorite takes this season came from. Jim Hauer’s Seagull pattern had been hot all day and as we made our way down the river I spotted a “fishy” looking spot. I made a good cast landing within inches of the bank, let the rings settle and made a big strip. A wake erupted from under a dock and the fish was zeroed in on the fly. As he closed in I made another long strip to keep his attention with the bubble trail following behind the fly. The fish lunged for the fly, but missed. With another big strip he swung around and engulfed the fly. Wow, fish on!
Although raising many large fish this year I was shut out of the 20” club. But never fear there is always Jarred with his Dave Whitlock Fruit Cocktail that fills in. Jarred raised a 21” smallmouth last year on the same fly around the other side of the island and this year would prove no different. We had been shut down most all evening with gusty winds that were making the top water bite a bit sketchy. Oh yes, we had to switch to many different flies that night trying to raise enough fish to make the hour drive seem to be a success. We had all but called it a night with a run back up to the boat landing and night beginning to settle. As we raced up river, I could see the wind had settled down and the river had turned to glass. One more shot for a fish I thought. So I slowed the boat and told Jarred to make a cast towards the shoreline. As we drifted towards a mid river rock bar I saw Jarred’s line go tight. Jarred was unusually quiet about the fish on his line. As I reached down to net the fish I saw a large fish emerge from the stained water and yes it had made the benchmark, 20 inches! But the best was yet to come, as we drifted down river taking pictures, measuring, and then releasing the fish. We ended up under a tree canopy when a swarm of bats were attracted to Jarred’s bright colored fishing shirt. All I could see was Jarred defending himself with his fly rod as a fencing sword against the bats. I laughed so hard, sound had stopped coming out.
My second trip to the river with Don was going to be a hard one to follow up since our first trip had raised many fish that day. But as we motored up river to our first spot it looked more like a Montana trout stream than a northern Wisconsin Smallmouth river. If I could count the rings from rising fish I would need all my fingers and toes. I told Don that there was some kind of hatch coming off the water and it was going to be a great day again. As a fish would rise I would tell Don, “Forty feet, 1 o’clock to your right.” And Don would hit the spot with the Olive Green Boogle Bug (Thanks Larry at Hayward Fly Shop, great color). This continued most of the day. At one point Don could not even clear the line from his feet from fighting so many fish. We would drift through the holes, net fish and turn around and do the same thing again. This finally came to a stop after a front blew us off the water.
So with so many great memories of the summer fish caught and fish lost, I look forward to the fall fishing, cooler temps and a little Packer football.
Best Times
Nathan