Yesterday was one of those days where everything came together: the sun was out, the bait was abundant, the fish were feeding on top, and the birds helped lead the way. Over the course of the day, three of us brought at least 40-50 fish to the boat. Many were in the 27-36″ class, but a few pushed the scales higher. Our friend in the neighboring boat caught one beast, pictured below.
A few weeks ago, the odds for our today on the water didn't look good. Reports wee the bait were in, but not the fish. Fishermen and guides alike were picking up fish here and there, but nothing in numbers, and nothing at any size. With memories of last year's season and a forecast for cold air and rain, I thought we'd be looking forward to a paid boat ride. The fact that we splashed the boat at 5:30 am was a triumph of hope over experience.
In planning a fishing trip, what do you think of? For many, the answer is a place far away. This is partly due to the decline of local rivers and streams over the 20th century, and partly due to fly fishing’s affinity for adventure and for beauty, a pair most often found out there and not right here. How refreshing it is, then, to discover a fishing destination close to home. This discovery is what the best of Ron Lasko’s book, A Tale of Two Rivers.
Birds and breaking water. The quick cast. The mad stripping of line, hand over hand. The hard set. And then the speed—the speed of the take, the speed of the run, and the speed with which you need to throw the fish back into the ocean, headlong, like a hand-launched torpedo. This is the experience of false albacore on the fly. The whole thing, a rush.
The false albacore are in -- and in good numbers. The Compleat Angler crew has had some excellent days of fishing for the past week. We wanted to take a moment to share some photographic highlights of our albie action. We definitely have the fever! Also, for those who like bonito fishing, we threw in a few photos of bones. Now get out there -- or book a trip with us and we'll take you out!
Ok, I admit it: I had a case of the summer blues. Bad. It started this spring, when everything was late. I went to the Gaspe, in search of my beloved Atlantic salmon, and found the river empty. The talk was about how the run was “late.” One fish, one hookup, and a year’s worth of anticipation, and I returned home. (Read my post and watch my video here.)
One of the reasons I love fishing is that it takes you to beautiful places in search of beautiful things. If you've ever held a tuna, or a salmon, or a trout, or any number of other fish, you know that these can be beautiful creatures.
“Yes, but at least you get to go to beautiful places.” These are the words of reassurance offered to my girlfriend about my fly fishing. And it’s true: fly fishing does take you to truly beautiful places around the world.