iPhone: Some Popular Topics

It recently has come to my attention that you guys and gals have been actually reading my blog.  For the code.  I write these blog posts so I personally won’t forget the tips and tricks I learn along the way, I didn’t realize others would read it too.

So to that end I would like to highlight some of the most popular posts on this site, according to YOU the readers. Continue reading “iPhone: Some Popular Topics”

My Journey Into Fly Fishing

I’ve been fishing since I was a kid, and for 95% of my fishing career I always assumed bass fishing with spinning reels was all there was. I picked up a bait caster once or twice, but was never in thick enough cover to need heavy line, so I rarely even bothered. It was fun, and little still gets me as excited as a smallmouth crushing a topwater lure, but I never realized how much I was actually missing out on. Continue reading “My Journey Into Fly Fishing”

Accounting for your Accountant.

I never really knew what an accountant “did”.  I mean I knew they filed your taxes and…well….filed your taxes. It was only when I trusted an accountant to file my taxes that I realized that I had saved enough to barely pay them (and pay for the accountant.  When you pay more taxes than most people earn in a year, it leaves a bit of a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach.  And then you look at your bank account and have a big fat 0 for the year. How did this happen, I made a bunch of money, right!?!? But you paid a TON of taxes.

SO…to alleviate the need for a bottle of Tums come tax time I am enlisting the help of a year-round accountant, someone who will advise me on “what is a deduction?”, and “I can write that off?!?”, and “how can I lower my taxable income!?”. Continue reading “Accounting for your Accountant.”

Ken Lockwood Gorge – First timer

My new fishin’ buddy Marc and I were fishing a bass river and he mentioned he was making the trip to Ken Lockwood Gorge in the morning at 5am. Huh? Im a newbie, and thought to myself, “What Ken who?”. He explained that the Ken Lockwood Gorge was a wildlife management area in NJ that was packed with trout. Done. I’m in.

The only time I have been “trout fishing” was opening day in Pennsylvania. I caught one 7 inch brook trout, and I think the fish felt bad for me and hooked himself. Needless to say I am not an experienced trout fisherman (nor fly fisherman, but have been fly fishing for the past year). So when I heard there was an opportunity to go trout fishing with a knowledgeable trout fisherman, well, that sounded like a perfect opportunity.

Marc left super early in the morning and met up with his other buddy Bill. I left around 8am (had to walk the dogs, and slept through two 4:30 am alarms). Now I have to find the gorge, find Marc’s car, and then find Marc. WTF. I drove to the South end of the gorge up Raritan River road, and there is a parking lot, but the parking lot is in the middle of the road, and the road is closed after the lot, so you have to walk the stretch. Anyway, turns out my two new fishing compadre’s were at the North end of the river, and I tracked them town with my Spidey senses.

My first trout at the gorge

I began fishing around 11, and tied a wooly bugger (#12) anchor fly, and then a Prince nymph, and then a “Green Goblin” (I’ll explain in another post what the Green Goblin is). So I had 3 flies all linked up with 5x tippet, and of course a strike indicator at the top of my leader. I spotted a small waterfall over a boulder and the water was swirling on itself, so I figured I’d try my luck as a trout fisherman in this hole. On the first cast out into the foam my tri-fly rig sat for a moment, and then my indicator dipped about an inch, and I quickly set it. Fish on! Little did I know I had hooked up with a 18 inch rainbow on my first cast! The fish even jumped out of the water and put on a show, it was too cool. Here he is.

We kept fishing for trout and hooked into a ton of fish. I probably missed four or five, and landed four in total. One Rainbow, and three Browns. Too much fun and definitely will be heading back.

Here are some more pics from the day, enjoy.

Fly Fishin’ in Spring

Hi all,

Im back and have a few more stories to report. I have moved to the North as we all have figured out, and the fishing up here is awesome. I went on a camping trip in the Catskill mountains near Woodstock and Newberg, and although I didn’t catch, (or thankfully didn’t get caught by a bear) the environment was impecable for fishing. It had rained heavily the night before I went out on the river, therefore the river was moving super fast and it was a difficult wading experience, but I made it. Also, as I was on the river, the rains came again. Muddy waters, rain, and a very high river didn’t make conditions easy.

Channel cat in a small NJ pond

Since the New York trip (which I have to try again) I have been fishing lakes and ponds and a few streams in NJ and PA. In NJ I have been catching at a local lake. I am learning about fly patterns alot more in depth in the following way: “Certain species of fish are definitely attracted to specific patterns”. In my experience thus far, I have tied a hares ear nymph when all else fails and I catch bluegill, pumpkinseed, white perch like mad (30+ per day, every other cast) and occasionally I will snare a bass, but not near as often as I would like.

I began experimenting with larger flies (muddlers, bucktails, etc) and no effect. The latest fly I am tying and getting actual results is a wooly bugger (#10-12) with no hackle. I am tying dark olive and black. So about a 3/4 inch maribou tail with the same color chenille body, and a gold bead head.

The story I am about to unfold is true, and just happened the other day.

The rains were coming in and the pressure was dropping, I had been fishing large flies (9ft 5wt WF5 with 7 1/2 4x leader and 2ft 4x tippet ) and getting a few decent casts in there, when the wind started picking up, and all of a sudden I had to put on the rain gear.

Im hip deep in the water, about 15 feet off the shore (chest waders) when the rains start to fall. Looked like rain was coming up from the lake as the splashes were hitting me from underneath. I tied on the last hope fly, because the rains were coming, and I had really only caught bluegills and white perch for the past hour…I tie on the dark olive #14 wooly bugger with gold barbell eyes dark olive chenille body and a small pheasant quill feather as a tail (about 3.4 inch).

I was in a cove and cast outward to the right of a fallen birch when all of a sudden I am snagged…or am I? I remember saying out loud (as I often talk to myself) “Please God don’t let this be a log!!”, and it wasn’t. It was a 2-3lb crappie that fought like hell. Here she is.

I had then caught a second crappie, about 2/3 the size of the big mama, and then decided to move up the shoreline. There was some bullrush on the bank, and a overhanging tree branch that I figured had to hold fish. I reeled in, and extracted myself from the lake, to pop in about 100 ft north of my location.

I decided to stick with my hairless bugger and cast parallel to the bank towards the bullrush and fallen tree. Nothing. Second, third, fourth cast…nothing. Then it happened. I felt the largest hit of my life on a fly rod or otherwise (except for a 25lb striper). My 9ft 5wt rod was bent in half as I tried to haul in whatever the heck had decided to feast on the bugger. Seconds later a bass the likes of which I have never seen in person, jumped from the surface close to 4 feet in the air and flapped like mad.

Umm. What in the world do I do now!!! I am in the pouring rain, no net, have a 5-6lb 1.5 foot jumping mad bass on the line with a 5lb test tippet and I am hip deep! I moved back slowly in towards the bank while the bass continued to haul back at me, my rod strained to the max the whole time. My heart was literally jumping out of my chest at this point because I very seldomly have the opportunity to haul in a proper fish on the fly rod, especially one bigger (by 3x) than I had ever caught in my life!!

I have the fish, rod raised in my right hand as far as I can get it, I am now in one foot of water, creeping back towards the shore in an attempt to get him in the shallows so I can snag the fish with my left hand.

I made a fatal mistake at this point. The fish jumped yet again ten feet in front of me, his mouth about 6 inches in diameter and pulling like a hog even still. I grabbed the line with my left hand which placed solid tension on the weak tippet. The fish is now at my feet and I am guiding the line with my left hand towards me so I can grab him with the right (rod under my right arm). At this point I am inches from the biggest fish I had ever caught in my life.

*SNAP*

I made one quick last ditch effort to lunge for the fish, but he was gone…

I now bring a net, and switching to my 9wt rod. I hate to do it because the feeling of stripping in a huge fish just can’t be beat on light tackle, but the thought of losing another monster gives me nightmares.

Until next time…

Happy fishing. Don’t let the big ones get away ;-)

John