Friday, October 31, 2014

Southern Appalachian Snow?

Word is that we have a 30-percent chance of some snow falling overnight in North Georgia and the just uphill of here, in the North Carolina and Tennessee mountains, a foot of snow could fall between now and tomorrow morning. I was just up that way two days ago, fishing with no coat on and with vibrant autumn colors in the background!

It's hard to say what will really materialize, and I don't know if snow on the eve of November says anything at all about what's ahead, winter-wise. I just know it's awfully early for snow to even be in the weatherman's conversations in this part of the world.

Of course, I also noticed a while ago on the national map that the temperature at the time in North Dakota was 14 degrees, and I recall Deadwood, South Dakota getting significant snow a few weeks ago. Given those realities, the idea of overnight lows around freezing and a bit of snow that wouldn't even last doesn't sound so bad.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Celebrating 10 Years with 10 Trout

Asher's first fish of the morning, this brook trout, took an Ugly
Bug I had tied with fur from a stuffed dog named "Shad Fly."
The final trout I caught yesterday afternoon was nothing special, except that it was number 10 for the day. Asher and I been on nine for a while and really hoped for one more. We were celebrating Asher's 10th birthday, so finishing with 10 fish just seemed right. We were getting hungry and little chilly, though, and it was getting kind of late. I'd called last cast and truly was not planning to make another, and I probably had 10 feet left in the retrieve when the fish hit.

Trout No. 10 for the day came on the
called final cast of the afternoon.
I had wanted to take Asher to a trout stream, instead of doing the regular local pond outing, for his birthday, but on the actual day I was battling a prohibitive bug and he was on his way downhill quickly. Yesterday, one week later, we both felt a lot better, so we made our birthday trout outing and had a big time climbing rocks, wading in the river, enjoying spectacular fall colors and even catching some brook trout and rainbow trout.

If you happened to read my post about "Shad Fly," the stuffed dog I recently bought from Goodwill for $1, a jig tied from her fur produced Asher's first trout of the day, which is the one pictured above. My best success came on an Ugly Bug that combined Kenneth fur and peacock hurl.

We capped the day with a dinner stop at a Chinese buffet in Murphy.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Delayed Birthday Outing

On the day Asher turned 10, about a week ago, neither one of us was in suitable condition for a decent birthday fishing outing. We're better now, so we're headed for the North Carolina mountains to try to find some trout. First stop is a stream I've never seen before. Reports to follow!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Shad Fly's First Pups

The little white long-haired dog on the stuffed animal rack at the Goodwill store immediately caught my eye, and I knew her name, "Shad Fly," before I even spent my dollar. She's only been home about a week, but she's already beginning to produce offspring. A handful of "pups" from the first litter are pictured above. Shad fly is kind of poodle-like now, but I suppose she'll eventually look like a white schnauzer.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Back in the Saddle

If you peek at this page from time to time, I want to first say thank you for each visit. If you've stopped in anytime within the past week and have seen the same post parked at the top, I apologize. I try to add fresh blogs daily. At times it's every other day, and either travels or major time restrictions sometime put me out of touch for a few days. It's pretty rare for nothing to show up for more than a week.

The major cause has been an ugly bug (and no I don't mean Ugly Bug, as in the jigs I tie) that has been going through my house and that had me pretty much out of commission last week and continues to have our household somewhat out of whack. I won't grumble much because we all get sick from time to time, but it took everything in me to squeeze out the work that absolutely had to get done last week, and I never got to thinking much about the blog, beyond a gnawing awareness that the page was growing stale.

Maybe the only thing worse than not blogging for a week is returning with a post that doesn't say much of anything. By theory, though, this is only the beginning of a week of restored activity on the Jeff Samsel Fishing blog.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Capt. Eli

Eli, 5, running the boat for his brother Asher and me.
Eli enjoys to going fishing. There's no doubt about that. However, I sort of think he likes paddling the johnboat around the lake even more than he likes to try to catch fish. He's gotten pretty good at it, too. For a not-quite-6-year-old, Eli shows surprising command of the boat, especially considering that he works from the middle and has to move a couple of steps to switch paddling sides.

It used to be that when I handed Eli a paddle I was resolving to happily cast from wherever the boat happened to spin, which effectively meant not really fishing for a while. I didn't mind that at the time, but I have to admit that I kind of like him easing Asher and me along a bank so we can cast for bluegills and bass. In truth, I like it better than him slinging a hook past my nose when he casts from the center of the boat!

Yesterday wasn't a big fish catching day. We got a few bluegills in one mid-day pond lap. A couple of them came with Capt. Eli paddling, so I'm giving him guide credit for those fish!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Birthday Fish

It seems I might have told Autumn a story on her eighth birthday. You see, I told her she had caught a warmouth, a species she'd never caught before. Having looked at a couple of comparative photos and habitat descriptions this morning, I'm pretty sure she actually caught a green sunfish. Either way, it was a kind of fish she'd never caught before and her first fish as an 8-year-old. She caught it on a Rebel Teeny Wee-Craw after seeing fish movement near the bank and casting in that direction.

Birthdays are often fishing days around here, and yesterday was no different. Autumn went to Moccasin Creek State Park, stopping to feed the giant trout at Mark of the Potter along the way, and fished a bit in the creek, Lake Burton and the catfish pond, which is next door on the Lake Burton Fish Hatchery property.

The catfish pond produced a few hits, but no hooked or landed cats, which is rare. It's late in the season, though, and I don't think they keep a lot of fish stocked in the little family fishing pond when there aren't many people fishing.

We started at Moccasin Creek (her fishing; me watching), which is a youth/senior citizens stream within the park. We didn't linger long, though, because as is usually the case, camping senior citizens were camped out in the most productive areas, leaving little opportunity for an 8-year-old girl to catch a trout on her birthday.

She caught her sunfish, which was our lone fish, from the lake itself, close to the mouth of the creek.

Autumn finished her time at the park on the playground, and then we wrapped up the birthday fishing outing with sandwiches and sundaes at McDonald's on the way home.