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The fly Stop….umm-Ummmm Good.

3 Feb

Searching the web for a great price to load your fly boxes full for your next trip?  Search no farther!!!  The Fly Stop is place to go.  We’ve been using them for around 5 years now and I still have flies from my first purchase that have made the trip from box to line to a fishes mouth and back countless times.  Yes a few have been donated to the fly gods way up in the trees and deep down to the river bottom gremlins.  Unlike most other flies you won’t think about stripping down and either climbing a tree or taking a swim to get them back.  Most are priced in a way you could buy 2 to 5 for the same price you would pay at your local shop (support your local shop somehow) or at that fancy place with the big O.  Give it look, buy some flies, pack them in a fly stop box and tell him we sent you.  Each fly purchased with a BRM recommendation with be blessed with the sand collected from our boots.

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Carp Sessions

7 Sep

When Holiday weekends roll around, I usually sit around drinking beer, sometimes I catchup on household choirs, or I loaf in the sun at the lake property. However this past Sunday (might I note it was a holiday weekend) my amigo Matt called and invited me carping, so against my better judgement (fishing on a holiday weekend) I grabbed my gear and hit the road to “Lago Carpachino”. As usual, Bojangles was a little slow on the cajun fillets, so I was a few minutes late to the party. Matt and his friend Paul had already launched the skiff and were already stalking some fish when I pulled up.

The morning started off slow and  there were a few shots here and there, since the sun was still low on the horizon visibility wasn’t the greatest. As the sun burned off the morning dew we were able to spot some feeding fish. As usual, we would line them, make a sudden move, miss a take, and so on. Blown shots are part of the sight fishing game, and when it all comes together you are usually rewarded with some sot of visual stimulation like a vicious take, or screaming run. Carp favor the redfish in many ways, but  they will refuse a fly just like a permit or bone.

Matt tried his hand first, and didn’t have the best luck (although he wasn’t given the best shots). I tried my hand next, and struck out on a few fish. After a few blown shots, Paul spotted a small pod feeding off a shallow point near an overhanging tree. I made several casts only to have the fish I was targeting turn the other way. I decide to target another feeder, so I placed the fly directly in his path and made a couple of small strips. The fish seemed interested, when all of a sudden another carp came from shadow of the tree and snatched my fly ! I quickly strip set, and played the fish to open water. While he wasn’t a 10 pounder, he was definitely a worthy fish. After a few hard runs I brought him to the boat, snapped some pics, and released him.

Matt was up again, so we head to another flat and quickly spot feeding fish. Matt lays out a nice cast and a large carp eats his fly, Matt strip sets like Bill Dance sets a hook, and after a violent head shake the carp swims off with a new lip piercing. Several more casts, several more eats, and no fish to hand. I was feeling bad for Matt, he hasn’t really fished much this year, so he had some rust to work out. Since it was approaching lunch time, we headed back to the ramp because Paul had to leave. We grabbed our gear, told Paul good-bye  and  headed to prep Matt’s boat for launch.

About 15 minutes later we were back on the water in Matt’s boat heading for another flat. Once on the flat I crawled up on the poling platform and started scanning for fish. As I poled the boat across the flat a few mudding carp were spotted, but the carp seemed to spook before Matt could cast to them. We weren’t having much luck, so we decided to head to another flat. When I was poling out, Matt spotted three carp cruising near shore. He made a quick cast and it was “Fish On”. Matt’s carp made several runs before coming to net. Again not a huge carp, but a worthy specimen nonetheless .

With a couple carp to boat, numerous shots and eats, it was time t call it a day. The holiday hoards had officially converged on the lake and it was asshole to elbow with jet skis, ski boats, etc!

Ryan

North Branch Part Deux

6 May

Every year we head North to the Maryland , West Virginia line to fish the North Branch Potomac tail water. Last year was a banner trip, lots of fish, and numerous fish landed over 20 inches. This year was another story,well at least the first part of the trip.

Last years pics !

Number 2 within 20 mins !

After working all day on thursday, I loaded the truck, and hit the road. One Redbull and a 5 Hour Energy shot and I was hopping. It was the longest 7 hours of my life, my body was tired, but my eyes were wide open from all the energy supplements.  I wheeled into the Savage River State Forest and set up camp around 6 in the morning. Murph, Mitch and Jeff (aka Shawn) wheeled in shortly after I did.

I had a quick pepperoni roll breakfast along with a redbull and I was set. We launched the boats , run shuttle, etc and were fishing by 9:30.

Evidently WV had just stocked the put and take section above the Catch and Release section, cause the hoards had converged on that section of river. It was a sight!

What a Pussy! Nice day on the river and he is sick!

On to the fishing, or lack of good fishing. It was a killer day weather wise, 80 plus degrees, sunny, bluebird skies, but the fish were hunkered down. I managed a few fish, but the one that stuck out in my mind was the Cutthroat I landed after lunch.

Murphy seemed to have the hot fly for the day, because he was catching three fish to my one. Mitch was sick and slept through most of the float. Jeff kept changing flies until Murphy graciously gave him one of the special flies he used to rake fish. I reverted to the streamer game and had many follows and missed strikes, but none seemed to want to commit.  So needless to say, Friday wasn’t a banner day. But we were on the water and that is what counts.

Saturday we fished the section Below Westernport where the dirty water discharge from the paper plant stains the river. Our amigo Otto had joined us for the remainder of the weekend. Jeff left earlier that Morning and Murphy left for Florida the night before (might I add Murphy is a giant D-bag for bailing on the rest of the weekend).  According to some this section of river holds the biggest fish. But man its an ugly float for the most part. A difference of daylight and dark when you compare it to the upper section we floated Friday. Anyways, the fishing was steady, and a lot better than Friday. Most fish were cookie cutters, a few 14 inchers, and one lost 16+, and a few bass in the mix. We found the flashier the fly the better.

We floated for about 8 hours, wading and exploring some side channels along the way. After the float Mitch decided to call it a day early and head home. Otto and I returned to camp for some dinner and beer. Shortly after we get back Otto found some fresh Morrell’s that had taken up residence under a tree near our tents. We threw together some fired potatoes and deer back strap for dinner, drank some beer and watch the fire. Shortly after polishing off some beer a MD DNR officer showed up. He was checking   see if we had paid the camping fees and to inform us that Maryland had just passed a law starting in 2010 regarding the possession of Alcohol on State lands. Well this was new to us, and since we were from out-of-town and the law just went into effect. he let us off with a warning. I will say he was a rely nice guy, and he filled us in on some really good fishing spots.

Sunday we awoke to cloudy skies and fog. It had rained during the night. We packed up camp ate some pop tarts and headed back to float the Barnum section, and get some redemption on the fish that had eluded us on Friday”s float. After dropping a truck at the takeout, we arrived at the put in just as the rain started back. There was a dense fog blanketing the river as well. We launched and worked our way down to the C and R section. It seemed like a great fishing day. Cool temps, a light rain, and a little fog cover. As soon as we anchored I nailed two fish and lost two more. This continued for the next several holes. The fish were definitely eager to eat. At one point I watched a nice bow come up and eat on the surface and return to the depths. One cast later he ate my nymph and gave up a hell of a fight.  Otto was nailing an equal amount of fish as well. he was drifting a crawdad pattern along rock ledges and was cleaning house. My only question at this point was ” Where the hell were these fish on Friday”, it seemed like a totally different river.

Poor critter didn't make it across!

As it neared lunch time we pulled the boat off at a killer wading spot to fish and eat. We decided to wade out and fish for a few. After a few casts I hear Otto holler big fish, so I made a mad dash for the boat to retrieve the net and stumble down to him. Sure enough it was a big fish, and she had no plans of giving up. After slipping and sliding to get down river and sneak up on this slab I was able to net her. We snapped a few pics and Otto released her unharmed.

On my way to fish a side channel, and I am confronted by this pissed off goose!

The rest of the day we floated drank some beer, and slapped streamers.  Knowing I had a 7 hour drive back, we decided to call it a day at 4:30.

Ryan

Friday is Picture Day: The Ninja Jedi !

26 Feb

This past Sunday we filmed some killer trout action with Pimp Hise, his bro-in-law  Todd, and the Legendary Landon Mayer and his sick river Ninja skillz. Murph and I spent the day behind the lens learning the Jedi ways. It was a sight to see. Landon can spot a trout in like a “Fat Kid” spots a twinkie in the grocery store, and then make catching it look even easier. Even Hise and Todd  proved worthy enough to land some slabolicious chrome. It was a bluebird day with temps reaching the 50’s, summer like weather considering our current weather situation. There was even a smallie in the bag of bows! So here are some shots from the day, and video will soon follow. Might I mention the double cheesburger at the end of the day was icing on the cake. 

Todd with a nice bow!

 

A Smallie? This guy ate twice!

 

 

Lando showing off his Ninja Jedi Skillz !

This not getting to fish is starting to suck!

Landon with a nice hen!

Sight fishing!

Pimp Hise with another nice hen!

All colored up...

Yet another !

 

Ryan

 

 

WTF and Onemoreitis

24 Dec

WTF best describes this Fall and Winters fishing season. I do know we aren’t in a drought any more, due to the new Southeastern Monsoon Season. It seems that every time I try to plan a float on my favorite E. Tenn tailwater, I am hoodooed by Mother Nature. Then when the stars do align and there is a break in the TVA’s relentless spilling schedule, a snow storm breaks bad on the Southeast. Now you throw in the dumb asses who can’t drive and you see why I didn’t hitch my boat and plow my way to Tenn. Although I did get to ski some sick powder (which is best described by the acronym WTF. WTF Powder in the SE?) this past week, and I beat the City folks to the slopes on this Christmas Holiday since the roads were covered. Ok so it isn’t all doom and gloom, I have managed to rekindle an old flame, and no I am not talking about Dave’s mother! Since I despise DH and my usual Tailwater adventures are few and far between I decided to make a Journey to the big “D”, or Davidson for you naive folks. I prefer to call it the D-bag for the Hoards that frequent the area. Nevertheless, I use to fish the “D” some years ago, but strayed away for obvious reasons. So now fast Forward to 2009 and I am back on the fabled holy waters of Western NC. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the “D”, but when you have to bring your own rock, the reluctant tube hatch, and 2 hour drive, you see why I would rather sit in a drift boat with my beer cooler, and look cool! 

Anyways I have made several trips over the past couple weeks to fish Mother D with my amigo Jamey and it has been a pleasant homecoming. The fish that inhabit her waters have be very gracious to my return and have been willing to eat my flies and not make me look like a total ass. It seems that bad weather spawns some epic fishing over there. I have fished all over this year from Nicaragua to New York, I have caught some really nice fish. But the other day on the “D” is probably going to be the most memorable trip of 2009. Jamey and I showed up early that day and it was cold as hell, the road and the area was under a blanket of snow. The water was running a little high and crystal clear, so spotting fish was easy, however catching them wasn’t. It wasn’t like the week or so before when the water was stained and you could get away with 5x tippet. Nope, 6 and 7x tippet, size 22 and smaller  flies were the game. It was cold and they weren’t moving far to eat. As luck would have it, the hot fly was the one I had the least of. We were able to tangle with some nice fish throughout the day, and like most anglers I lost what was thought to be my last “Money” fly to an overhanging branch. Nothing in my midge box seemed to be the one, I mean I was still catching fish, but it wasn’t no where as consistent. As the day wound to a close, we took a short beverage break and reminisced on the day we were having. While we were chilling on the tailgate of my truck, we watched most of the other anglers pack up their gear and head out. Jamey suggested we hike down river for the last 30 minutes of daylight.

So we trudged through the snow to our spot and began fishing. “Nothing” is the word that best describes the fishing at this point. I change flies and so on, and still nothing I finally climbed the far bank to spot fish for a few. While I was spotting for Jamey, I decided to look through my midge box for something I haven’t tried, and there it was, my “Money Fly”. Somehow it had found a way to hide from me all day. This was the hot fly I was talking about, the fly I only had two of, the two flies that  I lost earlier in the day, “The Fly”. Anyways I say what the hell, let make a few more casts. So I rig it up behind my point fly wade up to the spot Jamey was previously fishing and begin to fish the seams. Shortly after I start fishing I watch my indicator abruptly stop and sink, as I am sitting there in disbelief instinct sets in and I set the hook.  Fish on, and as I am applying down stream pressure I realize it isn’t an average fish as my attempts to turn the fish go nowhere. I am thinking please God be on the point fly which is tied to 6x, then I realize it is on the dropper and 7x. Oh shit, thats a big fucking fish and she is heading straight for that log. Damn it I can’t muscle her or I will break the tippet, and my reel is screaming. As luck would have it she hit the swift water and turned back towards me. After a few more head slaps and runs Jamey scoops the beast with his net only for her to flop out and take off. “Shit”, here we go again. I finally coax her back and this time Jamey is able to keep her in the net. As I sit there I realize this is probably going to be the best fish of the year, not because of her size, but because of the events leading up to the catch, and the one time Onemoreitis pays off! So its true, sometimes the sun does shine on a dogs ass!

Ryan

Here are pics from our recent misadventures to the “D”.

 

 

A few pics while fishing the NC Monsoon season!

The search for Freak Nasty

17 Nov

Freak Nasty is defined as: Describing something vulgar or exceeding the norm of acceptable nasty content.

Example : “dude, did you see the wedgie on that fat chick”… Yeah that was Freak Nasty

Ok, well we have our own definition of Freak Nasty.

Bent Rods definition: Describing one nasty looking fish, usually obese, disgustingly big, and almost always sports one mean looking kype. One that prefers its meals large, and as many women as it can get.

With visions of Freak Nasty on our minds the BRM crew and I loaded the wagon headed North. We had three days and miles of water to cover. It was gonna be a blitzkrieg style trip, little sleep, lots of junk food, and the smell of rotten salmon.

$5.00 if you take one bite!

We spent three days fishing our asses off. We woke well before dawn to hit the water before the hoards, we explored new stretches of water, we tied on countless flies.  The fishing wasn’t easy, most of the fish had seen everything but the kitchen sink, and the unusually warm weather and blue bird skies took a toll on the fishing. Like most people we stocked a small flyshop in our packs, but as luck would have it, we were back at the vise concocting new patterns to doop those wary fish.

For those who haven’t fished Western NY, the land is flat, the corn, cabbage, apples, and roads are endless. There are countless tribs flowing into Lake Ontario, and some of the biggest baddest browns, steelhead, and salmon around. The area is best described as poor mans Patagonia, with a strong emphasis on poor mans, as the crowds will give you nightmares.

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Most of the trip was a blur, I am not sure if it was the lack of sleep due to Murphy’s snoring, or the visions of my hands around Mitch’s throat for stealing the net and costing me the fish of the trip. It was a crazy three days, fish were lost, rods were broke, and after a slow, slow first day on the water we re- grouped and found Freak Nasty, not just one but many. I learned one thing, never let Mitch carry the net, he will stick the proverbial knife in your back every time. Mitch is now known as D-bag (Sorry Dave, you have been promoted).

Here is a collection of our Freak Nasty pictures from the trip.

Ryan

One of the little ones

Mr. Freak Nasty

Murph's Atlantic

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Chrome

Is that a shark or a steelhead?

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There were still a few around.

Butter.

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I think I crapped my pants! Seriously, I feel something wet!

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