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The Christmas Trout

The Swimming Hole on Christmas Day

December 25, 2011 between 9:30 and 11:00 a.m. saw me down at Clarks Creek trying to hook a yule trout. It might have been about 45 degrees out—not too bad for Christmas Day. There was a breeze but it was bright and sunny. I took the beater rod and creel but left the dog at home. Doubtless Bogie was content there anyway. My mother-in-law is in for a holiday visit, and has passed a lot of time scratching his ears and sneaking morsels to him.

I trekked straight upstream to what I call the Swimming Hole, about 200 yards or so from our property. On really hot dog days, when it hits about 95 in the shade, we might go up to this spot for a nice, refreshing swim. I remember taking our daughter here snorkeling a few times even. She would be on a beach raft from Barnegat Light with her face down into the water, peering through the mask and signaling to me whenever she saw something below. The rule was she had to lift her right foot every time she saw a fish and that foot went up quite a bit.

The Swimming Hole is usually good for at least a couple of trout. There’s a nice riffle at the head. The depth changes and the bottom contour changes, to a degree, every time the creek floods, which lately has been 2-3 times a year. On average, the Swimming Hole is 3-4 feet deep. For the most part the bottom is sandy but there are a few rocks here and there. A rock that sticks up out of the water just near the bottom of the riffle more often than not has a trout near it, or at least I like to think it does. I think everyone has a rock like that in their favorite stream.

I caught a 16 inch brown at this location three weeks earlier. Besides trout, the Swimming Hole usually has some nice fallfish and suckers too. The fallfish are not finicky and will snap at a small spinner or spoon just as quickly as some of the trout will. It is not uncommon to catch brown trout, brook trout, fallfish and suckers during the same outing, when fishing the Swimming Hole. Using worms it is guaranteed. If you want to make a trifecta or whatever a four-fecta is called, it can be done at the Swimming Hole. A nice fallfish or a sucker on light tackle can be great fun, and can help one get rid of any skunk in the event the trout aren’t biting.

I wanted to experiment around with jigs and/or jig-like lures, thinking something worked subtly along the bottom would be a good way to entice fish with it now being a few days into winter. I did not want to freak them out with something more erratic—say a big-bladed spinner. First I went really subtle with what is basically an ice lure, a Live Forage minnow from Northland. I worked it straight and then also under a ½ inch cork float, and no takers either way.

Lures tried down at the Clarks Creek on Christmas Day

I then tied on a 1/10 oz. nickel Swedish Pimple, which had a small red “flipper blade” down at the business end. This lure is only about an inch long. I flicked it up to the head of the riffle, and worked it all the way back to me with a slight jigging motion. No luck after a few casts. I then worked it back with a slow, steady retrieve, mixing in a few jig motions along the way—hugging the bottom and bouncing. The second time like this, a fish took it. It was a nice fight that gained momentum once both the fish and I realized what was going on, which is often the case with winter trout. I was playing out my “landing strategy” in my mind while working the fish to the tune of a nice bend in the rod. I got it to within 3 feet of me and it threw the hook. Maybe it was the same 16 incher I threw back three weeks earlier? From what I could tell by trying to catch a glimpse of it as it jerked and darted around in the water, it was indeed a trout and it was at least a foot long. Anyway, it was a successful hands free release.

I worked the hole a few more times with the pimple sans success. I then worked back toward our property, fishing a couple of small holes and saving the hole right behind the property until last. I climbed out onto my “Hemlock Dock” and worked the pimple around a few times with no luck. Next I tied on a Trout Magnet, which is a very small shad-dart type of head with a split-tail plastic bait on it. I got a couple of nice hits on this, right up against the dock from what seemed like the same fish, but nothing that I could even hit the crank on—just quick and gone.

The Hemlock Dock

I could have stayed out longer but suddenly I remembered I had a pretty extensive Christmas menu I had to start working on, including the stuffing for the Cornish hens and some homemade onion soup, so I headed back.

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Bow at the Buzzer

Fishing for 8 or 9 hours takes a toll on the body; we anglers would normally quit any other sport in a shorter time. Imagine your back is sore, your arm is numb and you don’t even think you would remember what a bite feels like, despite the adversity you just want that last fish! I was throwing this guide tied streamer resembling what I know as a Zonker Minnow on a 5WT FFO rod equipped with sink tip line.

That is what a bite feels like...

Kate kept cajoling me to cast a few more times as we drifted slowly into Newts landing. I load the pole for my final cast, as the line soars through the air, the thought going through my head, “Wow that cast is nice, I’ll be damned if that doesn’t hook some lip!.” Kate exclaims, “Nice cast and good placement, strip the line in at varying speed!” I follow direction complete two quick strips of around 2 inches of line, pause and accelerate a final strip of over one foot of line….Fish On!


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Upper Andro Part 2

We reached our destination in Maine for our father & son fishing trip well after dark. As we drove past tiny hamlets in this desolate area, I understood how Stephen King has been able to gather ideas for his novels from here. Perhaps one of the towns we had passed was inspiration for ‘Salem’s Lot. In the morning, we met our river guide: Kate, and we immediately felt confident she would provide us with a good day of fishing.

The day was overcast, however, the day’s lighting reflecting off the river, gave the autumn leaves a brilliant hue. As I drank in the majestic view of Mt. Washington in the distance, I noticed ominous cloud cover approaching us indicating a change of weather would be upon us. In addition, I spied an eagle circling the river searching for prey. I marveled at the stoic beauty of this bird, the symbol of the United States.

For up in the sky the eagle circled silently, effortlessly, and determinedly, uncaring of us, focused only on its quest for the prey. Just as we had left the city escaping the concerns of the worlds financial, military, and cultural strife’s, in search of some memorable autumn fly-fishing. As Kate expertly navigated the drift boat down the river, just as the eagle spots its prey, I viewed an enormous red maple spreading its branches like an umbrella over the water, directly over a drop off in the river.  I instinctively realized that I only had seconds to present a cast before our drift boat would silently glide past this inviting spot.

As I released the cast, amazingly, it actually landed where I had hoped. As the eagle grips its prey with its talons, I felt a fish strike the fly, and I firmly set the hook in its mouth. From the feel of the rod I knew I had a good-sized fish on the line trying not to be pulled to the surface and into the awaiting net. Kate scooped a beautiful rainbow trout into the net and onto the boat. The rainbow’s colors blended splendidly with the spectacular colors of the Maine woods.

Unlike the eagle, which would share its prey with its young; the rainbow was released back into the river allowing it to grow. Perhaps, another father and son may again land it on their fishing trip. Kate eased the drift boat to shore, where she prepared delicious hearty soup of fiddleheads’, potatoes, and sausage for all of us to share. The meal was perfect, as the weather had turned cooler. As we sat enjoying the meal, we admired the scenery, listened to the hypnotic sound of the river, and prepared for the final hours of our trip.

Check Out Part 1

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