This is a picture of my water depth indicator. It is a log that is similar to one of those weather rocks. You know, when it’s white it means it’s snowing, moving and it’s windy, wet and it’s raining. Well in this case if 3 feet of the log is visible the water is too low. If a foot is showing then the water level is perfect. If I can’t see it……..well, you get the picture.
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Tags: Huron RIver, river, Steelhead, Swinging, water depth log
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I received my copy of the HRWC newsletter the other day. There is an interesting article in there about how spawning success is affected by high flow rates brought on by storms and dam operations.
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Tags: Allen Creek, Argo Dam, Argo Pond, dams, Huron RIver, run off, Smallmouth, spawning
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About a week ago I was listening to a podcast by April Vokey. She has been interviewing people who are instrumental in the fly fishing world. One interview in particular really got me thinking. The person stated that he cuts the point off of the hook when he fishes for steelhead. The thrill for him now is proving to himself that the fish was there. He has no desire to hook, fight and then land the fish, especially if it is a wild Pacific Northwest Steelhead. This really struck a chord with me and got me to question my own motives. I started to ask myself, when did I evolve from racking up a body count to just enjoying the experience?
Before I get too philosophical, I suppose I should try to explain where I am going with this. I’m not going to bash anyone who decides to keep a legal limit whenever they go out. I’m also not suggesting that anyone who keeps fish is not out there for the experience either. I’ll be honest; there aren’t many walleye that I release, unless of course it was a pre-mature release 20 feet from the boat. I guess what I am trying to figure out is when did I start to care more about being out fishing and not so worried about catching?
When I was a wee little tyke, catching bluegills with my Zebco 202 at my Grandparents cottage, all I cared about was catching as many as possible and the bigger the better. It was all about bragging rights and showing my father and grandfather that I could catch fish just like them. As I got older it wasn’t so much about trying to impress them as it was trying to show up the neighborhood kids. They may have been better at baseball but by God I could catch Largemouth Bass all day long on a Panther Martin spinner. That continued on into my foray as a boy scout. Campouts were all about fishing and who could catch the most. Summer Camp at D Bar A held a point contest every year for wildlife. We could get points for any fish entered. I racked up such a body count that they instituted a new rule the following year. Troops were only allowed to count 3 fish toward their total. In retrospect now the amount of damage I did, and other scouts, to the population was probably pretty bad. I doubt very many of those fish ever survived the catch and release process.
Back then though it was all about the numbers, Catchin’ and Killin’ as my one friend put it. We had to be in that top 10% that catches 90% of the fish and we were relentless. We spent many a night on the beaches of Harrisville tight lining salmon. Was it legal? Yes. Was it ethical? Nope. Yes, these fish were going to die anyways and none of them were ever going to get the opportunity to spawn. Technically they were a controlled experiment to keep alewife numbers low. They were past that point in their usefulness so hauling them out of the water like we were was no big deal, at least that is how we viewed it. Back then I could only go salmon fishing a few weekends a year. The anticipation was more of a drug than the actual catching. As with all addictions the high eventually wears off and in this case it was cold turkey, the salmon disappeared. I had to replace it with something else so I went full bore on walleye. Again, it was back to the take no prisoner’s attitude and catch as many as legally possible. Eventually, I honed my presentation to the point of where days of not catching a fish were pretty rare. In a word I got bored. I was catching walleye pretty much whenever I wanted. I wasn’t forced to do all my fishing during the Spring run when everyone out there is an “expert”. As long as the ramps are open I could come and go as I please. I was spoiled. Many view the annual run as a once a year event, to me it became a nuisance. Too many boats and too many fishermen. I would go on select evenings but never the weekend or during the day. I began to long for more peaceful times when it would just be me and the fish. I wanted that serenity that other writers could so poetically put into words. It didn’t happen overnight, it just built up to one year when I decided I had had enough of the craziness.
This desire to get back to a more simple way of fishing led me to my next adventure, Steelhead.
I don’t know what it was about these fish but for some reason I just decided that I was going to catch them spey casting and I was going to release everything I caught. I have no idea what brought on this revelation but I made up my mind that this was going to be the way to do it. I bought a 11-9 switch rod, learned how to cast it, tied up some flies and once again I was relentless. The big difference this time around was that it was no longer about the numbers. Now all that mattered to me was landing 1 fish and releasing said fish to fight another day. Racking up a body count was no longer the end goal. Relaxing and enjoying everything going on around me was now that goal. Granted, that hit or “Tug” has become my new drug but standing in a river and peacefully swinging a fly downstream became more important than filling a cooler. Hassle free fishing was what I was after. So much so that I don’t even take my boat, I just put on my waders and start walking. I know there are better holes that are accessible only by boat but that is more of a hassle when I’m only going out for an hour or so. Success for me is no longer measured by numbers of fish caught. I guess as I got older I began to realize more and more that our fisheries are a fragile resource and they can’t be taken for granted. I know that my releasing a few dozen fish a year is not going to make or break a fishery but it gives me peace of mind. Come to think of it, that is what I desire most now. That peace of mind that can only come through fishing.
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Tags: April Vokey, D bar A, detroit river, Flies, Fly Fishermen, Fly Fishing, harrisville, Huron RIver, Pacific Northwest, Panther MArtin, peace, Podcast, Salmon, Spey, Spey Casting, steelehad, Switch Rod, walleye, WIld Steelhead, Zebco 202
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