TR: In the land of bitey things.
 

Saturday - The bluegills bite....HUZZAH!

After much dithering about, finding canoes, paddles, PFDs, anchors, fishing
gear, loading boats on vehicles, stopping for licenses, ice, beverages,
munchies, and driving, seven of us finally gathered together at the boat
launch on a small lake about fifteen miles west of Watersmeet......and
dithered for a while longer getting everything set up.

A brisk headwind would have meant a hard paddle across the lake to get to
the desired fishing hole for those of us in the two canoes, but the 25 horse
motor on Bret's boat was more than enough to pull both in tandem behind it.
We fanned out and began fishing......the three in the big boat using various
baits and the four of us in the canoes fishing with flies. I had 17 year
old Marshall in the bow of my canoe. Ordinarily, the prospect of spending
the better part of a day in a canoe with an untried 17 year old and several
hundred dollars worth of fishing gear is not one I relish. However, a
couple hours in his company while we all got ready did much to allay my
fears. Were this an ordinary fish tale, you could all write what happened
next.....right? Well, nothing happened. He turned out to be an excellent
companion, a hard and regular paddler, an avid (if not yet very proficient)
fly fisher, amiable, cheerful, blah, blah. Go figure.

Failing to find a Pass Lake in the first fly box I opened, I
uncharacteristically opted to use something else......a black woolly worm.
It turned out to be the right choice. The bluegills were on the
beds.....and hungry.....and aggressive. The first cast netted one fish beg
enough for the basket. Two more went in while Marshall finished tying on a
classic Catskill Adams. In the next five minutes, seeing how the day was
going to go, I decided to devote myself to keeping the canoe in position and
properly oriented for Marshall to cast and fish myself only when a snarled
line or other problem put him out of commission for a while......or when a
momentary lull in the breeze made it possible for both of us to fish at the
same time. I got plenty of fishing in.

Periodic checks with the other boats confirmed that everyone was doing well.
Between us, Marshall and I caught at least 150 fish in three hours or so.
Would have been a lot more if he'd been able to keep his bug on the water
more. I finished the day with the same bug I started with. Approaching
thunder drove us off the lake at about 5:00 in the afternoon. After a hairy
ride in Bret's wake (Marshall had us snubbed up pretty close this
time.....we were riding bow high on the edge of the towboat's wake and
nearly swamped) we all gathered together back at the boat launch and headed
back to camp. It took four of us a bit over an hour to fillet 80 fish. It
took Bret about as long to cook them. It took seven of us considerably less
time to eat them. :)

Sunday - The flies (oh Lord, the flies!) bite. :(

Jay and Patty and I started out on a scouting venture in mid morning. The
object was to find some new trout water......something we'd never seen
before. Neither Jay nor I had ever fished the Silver river so we headed off
in that direction. I found a waterfall on a small feeder on the map; looked
like a half mile walk along the stream at the end of a mile long jeep
trail......just right! We didn't make it to the end of the jeep trail in
the jeep. The beavers had gotten there ahead of us. We could see the trail
continuing at the other end of the beaver dam. Okay, we hike over the dam
and continue on foot. As we geared up, the deer flies came out. And then
more came out. And more. And more. We pressed on. Eventually we crossed
a tiny rivulet far beyond where the map said the waterfall should be. We
dove into the woods and followed it downstream to a swamp. The flies
followed us......chewing all the while.

What with the heat (90 degrees F.) and the humidity, and the bright sun, and
the flies, conditions were not such that we spent a lot of time fishing.
The flies continued to get worse and we decided to retreat. It took us
nearly two hours of beating through thick brush, sliding around in mud,
swatting at flies, and progressively more colorful cursing to get back to
the jeep and get the hell out of Dodge. But, in the meantime, we had found
what promises to be a fabulous spot for big brookies in more clement
weather.....say, around September, with no sign that even Bubba has been
there!

The late afternoon was better. On the way into L'Anse to get a bite to eat
we crossed a bridge over the Falls river. Lo and behold.....there were
falls. We'd crossed this bridge before and never noticed them. After
eating we went back for a closer look. Very nice looking water all the way
from the harbor back up beyond the bridge. Jay and Patty started up near
the bridge....I elected to go in at the mouth of the stream. Caught three
tiny rainbows before coming to the plunge pool at the base of the lowest set
of falls. Hooked up a twenty inch rainbow and quickly lost it......two
pound tippet just won't do for some things. :(

Jay and Patty discovered that the various pools in the Falls river are a
favorite hot weather hangout for local teenagers. Oh well.....another time.

Wolfgang

TR: In the land of bitey things.
 

Wolfgang wrote:

Saturday - The bluegills bite....HUZZAH!

After much dithering about, finding canoes, paddles, PFDs, anchors, fishing
gear, loading boats on vehicles, stopping for licenses, ice, beverages,
munchies, and driving, seven of us finally gathered together at the boat
launch on a small lake about fifteen miles west of Watersmeet......and
dithered for a while longer getting everything set up.

A brisk headwind would have meant a hard paddle across the lake to get to
the desired fishing hole for those of us in the two canoes, but the 25 horse
motor on Bret's boat was more than enough to pull both in tandem behind it.
We fanned out and began fishing......the three in the big boat using various
baits and the four of us in the canoes fishing with flies. I had 17 year
old Marshall in the bow of my canoe. Ordinarily, the prospect of spending
the better part of a day in a canoe with an untried 17 year old and several
hundred dollars worth of fishing gear is not one I relish. However, a
couple hours in his company while we all got ready did much to allay my
fears. Were this an ordinary fish tale, you could all write what happened
next.....right? Well, nothing happened. He turned out to be an excellent
companion, a hard and regular paddler, an avid (if not yet very proficient)
fly fisher, amiable, cheerful, blah, blah. Go figure.

Failing to find a Pass Lake in the first fly box I opened, I
uncharacteristically opted to use something else......a black woolly worm.
It turned out to be the right choice. The bluegills were on the
beds.....and hungry.....and aggressive. The first cast netted one fish beg
enough for the basket. Two more went in while Marshall finished tying on a
classic Catskill Adams. In the next five minutes, seeing how the day was
going to go, I decided to devote myself to keeping the canoe in position and
properly oriented for Marshall to cast and fish myself only when a snarled
line or other problem put him out of commission for a while......or when a
momentary lull in the breeze made it possible for both of us to fish at the
same time. I got plenty of fishing in.

Periodic checks with the other boats confirmed that everyone was doing well.
Between us, Marshall and I caught at least 150 fish in three hours or so.
Would have been a lot more if he'd been able to keep his bug on the water
more. I finished the day with the same bug I started with. Approaching
thunder drove us off the lake at about 5:00 in the afternoon. After a hairy
ride in Bret's wake (Marshall had us snubbed up pretty close this
time.....we were riding bow high on the edge of the towboat's wake and
nearly swamped) we all gathered together back at the boat launch and headed
back to camp. It took four of us a bit over an hour to fillet 80 fish. It
took Bret about as long to cook them. It took seven of us considerably less
time to eat them. :)

Sunday - The flies (oh Lord, the flies!) bite. :(

Jay and Patty and I started out on a scouting venture in mid morning. The
object was to find some new trout water......something we'd never seen
before. Neither Jay nor I had ever fished the Silver river so we headed off
in that direction. I found a waterfall on a small feeder on the map; looked
like a half mile walk along the stream at the end of a mile long jeep
trail......just right! We didn't make it to the end of the jeep trail in
the jeep. The beavers had gotten there ahead of us. We could see the trail
continuing at the other end of the beaver dam. Okay, we hike over the dam
and continue on foot. As we geared up, the deer flies came out. And then
more came out. And more. And more. We pressed on. Eventually we crossed
a tiny rivulet far beyond where the map said the waterfall should be. We
dove into the woods and followed it downstream to a swamp. The flies
followed us......chewing all the while.

What with the heat (90 degrees F.) and the humidity, and the bright sun, and
the flies, conditions were not such that we spent a lot of time fishing.
The flies continued to get worse and we decided to retreat. It took us
nearly two hours of beating through thick brush, sliding around in mud,
swatting at flies, and progressively more colorful cursing to get back to
the jeep and get the hell out of Dodge. But, in the meantime, we had found
what promises to be a fabulous spot for big brookies in more clement
weather.....say, around September, with no sign that even Bubba has been
there!

The late afternoon was better. On the way into L'Anse to get a bite to eat
we crossed a bridge over the Falls river. Lo and behold.....there were
falls. We'd crossed this bridge before and never noticed them. After
eating we went back for a closer look. Very nice looking water all the way
from the harbor back up beyond the bridge. Jay and Patty started up near
the bridge....I elected to go in at the mouth of the stream. Caught three
tiny rainbows before coming to the plunge pool at the base of the lowest set
of falls. Hooked up a twenty inch rainbow and quickly lost it......two
pound tippet just won't do for some things. :(

Jay and Patty discovered that the various pools in the Falls river are a
favorite hot weather hangout for local teenagers. Oh well.....another time.

Wolfgang


deer flies do die an agonizing and proper death before september, don't
they? watersmeet...sounds about right for a fishing location. better
euphony than "lizard lick" or "tickbite".

thanks for the hard work in scouting locations. at least there were no
mosquitos...or did the flies eat them?

jeff

TR: In the land of bitey things.
 

deer flies do die an agonizing and proper death before september, don't
they?

Nowhere near as agonizing as it should be.....but John and I saw nary a
one last year.

watersmeet...sounds about right for a fishing location. better
euphony than "lizard lick" or "tickbite".

The place is not as felicitous as its name. It has a casino these
days.....before that it was just another not particularly wide spot in
the road.

thanks for the hard work in scouting locations. at least there were no
mosquitos...or did the flies eat them?

There were just a few mosquitoes. They'll be getting warmed up real
soon now. Unfortunately, they and the deer flies do not dine upon one
another. The good news is that the deer flies will indeed by a distant
(if distinctly unpleasant) memory by September. The black flies will
also have come and gone. The mosquitoes......well, as George mentioned
recently, they are hard to predict. If the season stays warm enough
and wet enough for long enough they could still be troublesome. Most
years though, they aren't too obstreperous in the hilly western U.P. by
then. Further east?......dunno. :)

Wolfgang

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Wolfgang wrote:
watersmeet...

The place is not as felicitous as its name. It has a casino these
days.....before that it was just another not particularly wide spot in
the road.

Watersmeet got its name because of the three different
headwaters that flow from it. The Ontonogan watershed
drains to the north into Lake Superior, the Paint River
watershed drains east into Lake Michigan and the Wisconsin
River watershed drains to the south from its headwaters at
Lac Vieux Desert into the Mississippi. The casino is owned
by the Lac Vieux Desert Tribe. The place may not look like
much but geographically it lives up to its name.

Not to mention the four Michigan Blue Ribbon Trout Streams
within a 30 minute drive.

--
Ken Fortenberry

In the land of bitey things.
 

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
...
Saturday - The bluegills bite....HUZZAH!

//snip//
of falls. Hooked up a twenty inch rainbow and quickly lost it......two
pound tippet just won't do for some things. :(

Jay and Patty discovered that the various pools in the Falls river are a
favorite hot weather hangout for local teenagers. Oh well.....another
time.


Damn. That sounds like the 20-inch rainbow that I hooked and lost in
Snowbird! :-)
You should have asked the teenagers how they deal with the blackflies. I
suspect they must have been particularly vulnerable . . .
Bob

In the land of bitey things.
 

Bob Patton wrote:
"Wolfgang" wrote in message
...
Saturday - The bluegills bite....HUZZAH!

//snip//
of falls. Hooked up a twenty inch rainbow and quickly lost it......two
pound tippet just won't do for some things. :(

Jay and Patty discovered that the various pools in the Falls river are a
favorite hot weather hangout for local teenagers. Oh well.....another
time.


Damn. That sounds like the 20-inch rainbow that I hooked and lost in
Snowbird! :-)

Yeah, probably the same one. :)

You should have asked the teenagers how they deal with the blackflies. I
suspect they must have been particularly vulnerable . . .

Black flies weren't out yet......at least not anywhere that we went
this weekend. As a matter of fact, both they and deer flies tend to be
highly localized. We encountered neither in any significant numbers
other than the deer flies already mentioned in that one place in the
original report. This is not to say that they won't be there
anytime.....hell, a day later they could be out in force.

I have no idea whether it's generally true, but in my experience,
neither does well in close proximity to human settlements.....even the
smallest village or subdivision seems to be anathema to them......um,
the flies that is......not teenagers. :(

Wolfgang

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Wolfgang wrote:
snip
I had 17 year old Marshall in the bow of my canoe.

Yeah, I try to take one of those everywhere I go. They're dumb as slugs,
but make up for it in enthusiasm. ;-) Nice TR, Wolfgang - thanks.
--
TL,
Tim
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"Wolfgang" wrote ...

HUZZAH!

Ahem.... uhhhhh..... pictures? ;-)

Nice TR. Thanks for sharing.

Dan

TR: In the land of bitey things.
 

On 30 May 2006 15:58:41 -0700, "Wolfgang" wrote:

deer flies do die an agonizing and proper death before september, don't
they?

Nowhere near as agonizing as it should be.....but John and I saw nary a
one last year.

watersmeet...sounds about right for a fishing location. better
euphony than "lizard lick" or "tickbite".

The place is not as felicitous as its name. It has a casino these
days.....before that it was just another not particularly wide spot in
the road.

thanks for the hard work in scouting locations. at least there were no
mosquitos...or did the flies eat them?

There were just a few mosquitoes. They'll be getting warmed up real
soon now. Unfortunately, they and the deer flies do not dine upon one
another. The good news is that the deer flies will indeed by a distant
(if distinctly unpleasant) memory by September. The black flies will
also have come and gone. The mosquitoes......well, as George mentioned
recently, they are hard to predict. If the season stays warm enough
and wet enough for long enough they could still be troublesome. Most
years though, they aren't too obstreperous in the hilly western U.P. by
then. Further east?......dunno. :)

Wolfgang


Some folks I know just came back from the Porkies. The flies drove
them nuts too (not that I'm saying you're nuts or anything). Down here
in Merrill we do have deer flies and skeets but the black flies for
some reason don't seem to like it here. Must be all the clean living
here.

g.c.

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On Tue, 30 May 2006 18:20:51 -0400, jeff wrote:



deer flies do die an agonizing and proper death before september, don't
they?

Only if you can swat them quickly enough. Like mosquitos, it's only
the females that bite for meat and blood. The males sip on flower
nectars.

Deer flies and black flies are very much alike. Kill 'em on sight or
when they bite. One is more early summer and one more late summer.

They live from 2 months in the biting stage up to 2 years. In the UP,
I'd bet it's only about 2 months, which is why they're so hungry and
eager to grab lunch so they can breed before winter comes along.

If you have any realistic looking dragon fly flies in your boxes, I'd
advise putting one on your hat or your epaulettes. I've noticed that
whenever I've had a dragon fly riding in my canoe (I rescue them when
I see them swimming on the surface), the flies stay hidden and
mosquitos stay away. Can't do any harm and might do some good...
--

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Speaker to squirrels, willow watcher, etc..
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless. Really.

Don't ask me what time it is lest I'm of
a mood to tell you how to make a clock.

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