Friday, October 31, 2014
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
|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."
|Trout No. 10 for the day came on the|
called final cast of the afternoon.
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
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
Monday, October 27, 2014
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
|Eli, 5, running the boat for his brother Asher and me.|
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
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.