Saturday, July 3, 2010

Independence Day Weekend-Warm up on the Creek

(Above: Creek shot looking downstream. This is a nice place for the “fish and stroll”. It also offers a nice change from the warm water bass action.)

When the runoff is steady but clear conditions get perfect for the spin game on a few nearby “creeks”. The water really only has two speeds; steady and ripping. Cast into the steady water with a light retrieve and wait for little thumps. Pools behind the large rocks, edges where slack water builds up, I hit them all with a cast and eventually I will hook up with some quality small creek fish.

(Above: Cutbow on the spin. Some folks frown, even scoff at the spin scene when it comes to trout. The barbs are crimped and with one reach of the pliers “plink” the fish is gone. More than one person asked me…why did you let that fish go?)

This was meant to be a warm up and the start of my transition into the summer\fall trout game. The gear is lighter requiring a more finesses touch as well as a smoother rhythm compared to my bread and butter bassin’ game. Trout require delicate handling so my photo ops are more difficult. These fish are not wall hanger size by any means so going overboard with the camera work seems a bit exhausting. I would rather fish.
(Above: Wetting the hands helps greatly when handling trout but any amount of handling removes the protective slime layer. The fish has to go through a healing process as a result. Fungus and other conditions may occur after rough handling so most of the trout I catch go un-photographed.)

It seemed that every fishing spot would produce at least one bump, hit or flash. Gold patterns got more attention than the others and what I ended up using throughout most of the day. Yellow and white seemed to get a few bumps and one fish that I chose not to photo op. Most of these guys were under ten inches and not worth the fuss. Just get them back and hope they tack on an inch or two next time.

Then off in the distance I hear music and see tents. It seemed like some magical gathering had occurred close to the creek that I was fishing. My nose began to pick up the aroma of BBQ and pancakes (they were actually crepes. Crepes…it’s like a very thin pancake. You need to get out more.) My stomach grumbled and I became quit curious. I plinked a few more very small trout and then investigated further.

(Above: Most of the time I can’t see the forest through the trees. But when I see tents?!? Well that is worth investigating.)

It appears they were having a rendezvous of sorts. Other clues like “Farmer’s Market” led to me to believe that there would be food, drink and edible goods that a Mattsabasser could haggle upon or otherwise purchase.
(Above: No invitation required and this magical market caravan had a little bit of everything. My thoughts went in search of food and beverage.)

“Oh what luck!” I said to myself feeling like some wandering traveler that had just stumbled across an oasis or graciously hospitable encampment. Not wanting to waste time with going back to the vehicle and shedding the Mattsabasser garb, I simply strolled forward knowing that I might get a few odd looks here and there.

(Above: This is a classic “you have a face for radio” picture and I even manage to cover up the banner link in my wannabe promo shot. The photo does not do this BBQ pork sandwich justice. Ha Ha.)

On the way out I tipped a few musicians that weren’t too shabby. Couple a bucks here and there to support the local flavor. Every bit helps.

Lastly, I wish everyone a safe and happy Independence Day! Independence, freedom, democracy…Heck Yeah! On this day a Great Nation was born. I know this world seems to get crazier by the day and so does this country at times. But I wouldn’t live anywhere else. All of my stuff is here. As I fish “the creek” I look at the magical sights of wonder and beauty and say to myself…”We gotta be doing something right.”

(Above: “Beauty and the Creek”. I couldn’t resist this shot as it defines beauty on so many levels.)

My name is Matt and…um…what was I saying?

12 comments:

Bill said...

First off that brownie is a beauty. Secondly, why is it I never find pork BBQ or something like the last shot while I'm out trout fishing?

Dog Hair in my Coffee said...

I LOVE this blog! I will be back - often.

Bigerrfish said...

good post! I new there was more trout around that what we see on the shorebangs... I am not one who frowns on lures for trout. did it that way until I was 20.. #2 gold blue fox.. although for the tiny ones three long prong hooks, barbed or not is a bit over kill.. When I take my niece to the stream she uses a spinner with one hook, barbless..

Maybe you and I should do a little email about lures and spin rod's I bet I will blow your mind...

Mike Tobin said...

Looks like you caught it on a Panther Martin spinner- just guessing..wish BBQ was provide on some of my trips!! :)

Shoreman said...

One day I flippered the Float Tube Cumberland up to shore and there was a little kid standing there. He asked if I had caught anything? "A few" I responded. "Lets see them" the boy said. "Threw them back". 'Why"? I told him that if I had kept them, I would have had to clean them. Easier just to throw them back. 'Oh" he replied.

You got a telephoto lens on your camera? Would have been nice on that "Beauty and the Creek" shot. Ooh, dirty old man.

Mark

Razzle Dazzle said...

The fish...
The BBQ...
The scenery...
Ahhh the beauty of it all.

Mel said...

Way to break in the light rod on some nice small stream trout. Everything looks great from the fish, to the BBQ sandwich, to the more beautiful delights of stream fishing. I could get used to that!

Jason said...

Thank you for all your comments and I just became a follower....Have a great Day....

truewonder said...

It is truly a joy to read of someone's enthusiasm for fishing or whatever gets their fire burning. To be able to convey that is a gift. So...the creek pose, what the heck?! I mean I could see where that might make a man drop his line and lose a big one. It's shameful really, the way a man acts sometimes...



If that would have been me and some gorgeous male out there in the flow just happened to wander into my vision- I would have hollered first and got the best focus.
(thanks for visiting, and I really do like to read of your adventures,
Take care-

Coloradocasters said...

TW, thank you so much for stopping by and leaving me a comment. It means a lot to me.

Yes it is shameful the way men act at times but there are only a few things that can break my fishing focus.

But sadly I am not so gorgeous and she did not holler. I merely enjoyed the view from a distance and then went back to fishing.

troutrageous1 said...

Very humorous post. Catching up on my reading tonight from the long 4th weekend, glad I didn't miss this one. I'm not sure I could possibly think of a better way to spend a day - fishing, BBQ, and "sightseeing" - amazing!

spbug101 said...

Very awesome post. Seemed like a paradise get-away. Ha!