I know it has been awhile since I posted anything but work has been a royal pain in the …… Work hasn’t changed any but I do have a little free time to get caught up.
All year long I had been looking forward to November. Everything I had read about Steelhead fishing in Michigan said that November was the month. Cooler temps and the usual cold Fall rains bring the fish into the rivers. Of course, the year I start steelhead fishing, Mother Nature doesn’t want to cooperate and the Fall run was late. I found out later that I was lucky to catch the one fish I got in Muskegon a few weeks back. No matter though, the run may be getting off to a slow start but I was bound and determined to make the best of it.
The weekend of Nov. 7th I was staying home to take care of some chores. My to-do list was increasing instead of decreasing and I had to get started on reversing that process. If I planned things right I figured I would get a chance to get out for a quick evening trip. As luck would have it I was able to make a run to the Huron Saturday night. I have to admit, living where I am now really does have its advantages. I am 15 minutes away from arguably the best walleye fishery in the world and 10 minutes away from a river with a fair number of steelhead in it. The Huron doesn’t get as many as the west side of Michigan but there are enough to be worth the effort. So with my switch rod in hand I waded out to my usual spot in hopes of hooking into another fish. As luck would have it I managed to hook a small male on my last cast. To be fair it was my last cast only because by the time I landed him it was past sunset and I couldn’t see anymore. Since it was after dark I couldn’t get a decent picture so you will just have to take my word for it. It took about 5 minutes to land him but it took me forever to revive him and send him on his way. I don’t know why he was so tired. He made a few half ass jumps and one short run, nothing to completely wear him out like this. Eventually he came around and swam off to fight another day.
The following weekend I was just as busy with chores but I would make sure to set aside some me time. With about an hour of daylight on Saturday I hit my usual spot on the lower Huron River. It would turn out to be a rather uneventful evening, fishing wise. No steel but I did catch a rather small and unintentional fish…..the much sought after Rock Bass.
This is embarrassing.
I was about to release him when I remembered the mink I saw earlier running along the bank. I looked around for him but he was nowhere to be found. If he was I would have tossed him an easy meal. Lucky for the rocky that he wasn’t so I dropped him back in the water. After that it was starting to get dark so I just headed back to the car. Tomorrow was another day and I would try again.
Sunday morning greeted me with bright sunshine and no clouds. Not exactly steelhead weather but I was expecting it. Last night I got really cold standing in the water so today I was putting on the thermals and the wool. Of course by 10:00 am I was over heating but it was better than freezing. I started off further downstream at a different access point. The water level was a little higher than yesterday and a little dirtier. I found a spot to wade in and started casting. There were a couple of other fishermen downstream so I stayed upstream from them. The water was deeper here so I couldn’t wade out to far, that and the bottom was very mucky and wading was tricky. After about 30 minutes I gave up and decided to go back to my usual spot. As I was walking in I spotted a deer staring at me about 20 yards away. So stood still long enough to let me take a pic.
I wonder if she realizes it’s 11/15?
After she scampered off I walked down to me entry point and waded in. I proceeded to swing an egg sucking leech pattern over and over and over again. When I’m not catching anything I get tempted to switch flies but, like walleye fishing, presentation is more important than the lure. That and fishing where the fish are. I continued to work my way downstream when I finally had a hit. I didn’t know what it was at first because it never jumped or ran. Instead it just let me reel it right in. Once the fish got within about 10 feet of me it finally woke up and took off. She didn’t run far but for the next 10 minutes she would make short runs and jump about all within 20 feet of me. Eventually I was able to get ahold of her, take a few pics and send her on her way. I made a few more casts in the area but it was to no avail so I just packed it in. By now the sun was high and bright so I figured I would go home and knock off a few more chores on my to do list, while the weather was so agreeable. I was content, another fish hooked and landed and I still haven’t lost a fish yet. Of course now that I said this my next hook up will be with a 10 pounder that will absolutely smoke my ass.
I can’t wait!
I love my leeches.