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| blake(2) with by far the coolest fish of the year |
So what if I'm 2 for 7 on cohos this year, any man is a lucky man just to have landed one of these great fish! Here is the link to the post on my first coho this fall.
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| my second coho salmon this year |
Monday, October 31, 2011
wisconsins fall coho salmon
This fall Ive had a real tough time landing a lot of cohos. Sure I've caught tons of kings, but it still upsetting in some regards. I should be happy I caught 2 nice ones, right? Well, after the stellar coho fishing we experienced last year, I'm sure anything would pale in comparison.
The cohos enter the rivers shortly after the kings. While the numbers of the kings begin to dwindle the coho are just reaching their peak. Its an exciting feeling when you realize you have a fresh coho hooked rather then a half rotten king you come to expect. You can always tell by their violent head thrashings they are known for just after being hooked. Coho are capable of long and powerful runs but will normally tire after a few good ones. They are built a little more streamlined then kings and their body mass is pure muscle. They typically run smaller then kings but what they lack in size is made up for by their out of this world colors and acrobatics. They will go toe to toe with the larger kings for the best gravel to spawn on and their arrival into the rivers are always anticipated.
So what if I'm 2 for 7 on cohos this year, any man is a lucky man just to have landed one of these great fish! Here is the link to the post on my first coho this fall.
So what if I'm 2 for 7 on cohos this year, any man is a lucky man just to have landed one of these great fish! Here is the link to the post on my first coho this fall.
Fising Denied
GIANT ERUPTION AT BISCUIT
Well, Not Too Giant
three pools made into one
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| FIREHOLE RIVER LOOKING NORTH: OUTWASH FROM LEFT TO RIGHT |
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.. A thermal explosion and eruption occurred a couple of days ago and rearranged the topography of the three most visited pools along the boardwalk.
.. The debris field, scoured outwash area, and boiling muck now clouding Opal Pool give testimony to the forces at work just below the feet of wading fisher folk: or for that matter, any folk in Yellowstone.
.. Eyewitness reports place the vertical displacement of water at about 70 feet. It was a large single column of water the erupted with a violent explosion and showered debris into the three previously separate pools along the boardwalk.
.. Boiling water, scalding mud, and boulders the size of watermelons were ejected from the newly expanded vent. The amount of water expelled was sufficient to remove vegetation and some subsurface sand all the way to the Firehole River, about 300 feet away.
.. Only a few faithful geyser gazers were present for the eruption. Hoards of visitors are
.. We're going to make up for not fishin' by going fishing. Golly gee, there's only seven days left.
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| VIEW TO THE WEST SHOWING SCOURED AREA AND EJECTA: Salt & Pepper Spring on the right was filled with debris and is now a pepper & pepper spring. |
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| VIEW TO NE: SALT & PEPPER SPRING, CURRENTLY SHOWING MUD FROM BOTH VENTS |
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| VIEW TO NW: SHOWING DEBRIS AND SCOURED AREA |
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| SKETCH MAP OF ERUPTION AREA IN BISCUIT BASIN |
Good Sign For the Upcoming Tuna Tournament
To be honest tuna fishing has been on the slow side, or has it? A lack of tuna in our fish reports, does not mean they are not there, it can mean that boats are concentrating in different areas for dorado and marlin which have been a more sure thing. However, "Cabolero" gave us high hopes for the upcoming Tuna Tournament, which will take place next Thursday and Friday. On Saturday this vessel, a 31 ft Cabo, captured a respectable 180 lb tuna for Ron Zutz and John Beckman from Red Deer, Alberta, Canada. Captain Lupe is not saying where it was caught or what he caught it on and we can understand why.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Newton shore Saturday night
Motivated by Gordon’s Newton trip on Friday night I decided to give myself a push to get out and catch a 5 Beard to get my species tally back on track for 50 for the year. I’ve let this slip in the last 6 weeks and it looks like it’s not going to happen but Jamie was daft enough to join me and we met up just before midnight. The wind was blowing from the SW and it was dry which good news was. The lads including Jamie had done well on Wednesday night on the east coast and we were under no illusion that whatever happened we knew it wasn’t going to be a 50 pound bag of fish that was the chat at the end of the session. I had some lug left from the club match last weekend, don’t know why these were still alive as the water was coffee coloured not having been changed for a week. The balance of my bait was made up of refrozen crab again from last week and some squid. The fishing was basically non stop for 3 ½ hours with Jamie not having a blank cast. Small Whiting, small Cod to about 10 inches, Coalies and a stray Cluggie for Jamie. He lost count but I kept mine and had 32 fish the best of which were 8 of my 9 Coalies that were ok sized fish providing decent bites at no more than 30 yards. Still no 5 Beard….. I had been to the 8pm session of Paranormal Activity with Lynn and I thought that this might help me spook the beast with 5 beards but it seems I had more chance of spotting Casper the ghost walking his dug down the beach.
FALL COLORS
AMBER GRASS, GOLDEN LEAVES ?
NOT FOR US !
Cuban Brown & Algerian Buff
with a little umber arundinaria
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.. Nearly 50 years ago we fished the fall runners on the Madison River with a rod that we assembled in our basement, and smoked our first Cuban cigar.
.. To this day we drag out the old Orvis 8 weight blank that we nailed together with bits and pieces from friends and neighbors.
.. The grip was assembled from cork scraps that we sent home from a then recent expedition in Algeria. It's been sanded to within an inch of it's useful life and looks it.
.. On rare occasion, (not this year,) we put Mr. Young's finest to the test with a well honed bit of silk and horsehair.
.. It pleases us and we go about our business in a nostalgic fog. We usually catch some fish but interestingly, that seems less and less important as the years go by. . .
.. The neighbors of a certain age humor us. They are kind enough to giggle and chortle behind our backs. Others have less appreciation as they question our choice of rod, line, fly, etc.
.. We're yet to be convinced that a 'crinkled-tail, hoary thorax, zipidedon hackled strangler,' is much better for fooling fish than a Dark Spruce Fly or a Gray Ghost. Besides that we've got a dozen or so jungle cock capes to use up before we're done.
.. The giant fish from Hebgen Lake are late arriving this year - that's the bad news. There seem to be more of them - at least the 20" and smaller ones this year - that's the good news.
.. We've taken a few and even some fish from other than the Madison River. Not a single fly had synthetic material. Silk thread works just fine, thank you.
.. The explosion in Biscuit Basin has produced some new thermal features, a bit of murky hot water and combined a couple of hot springs. Maybe we'll
.. Well, it's cold and overcast is predicted. We're going to drink two pots of coffee, eat fried eggs and potatoes, slather some toast with real butter, and use real cream in the coffee - laced with refined white sugar.
.. Our sack lunch today includes a white bread sandwich with bacon, bologna, and real mayonnaise. We're putting in
.. We will be getting a rather late start: our appointment with the hair stylist is for 9:30 AM. We need to sell about a half-dozen Whiting capes to generate enough cash for the winter. Should bring between $3,000 and $5,000 if we're lucky.
.. The key lime pie should be thawed by 10:00 and we'll eat it with spoons made of Nutter Butter cookies. We may even fish some.
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29/10/11 - Lands End - Johns Lake
Weight – 31lb 6oz (12lb 5oz – silvers)
Catch – 21 Roach, 6 Crucian, 5 Perch, 4 F1, 4 Bream, 3 Carp
Weather – Bright start, then heavy rain, then mostly cloudy. Cool breeze
Match – Open – 6th out 14 (2nd out of 4 - lake)
14 turned up for today’s match, which was split with 10 on match and 4 on Johns (no 3 lake), so we know where everyone wanted to be.
I found myself on p68 on Johns, which I practically ran to, however it was like a baggers convention opposite with Tom Thick on p41 (yes the same peg he won from last week) and Rod Wootton on p42. As we were setting up it was noticeable there was no fish moving around, in fact those that were, were further up the lake out of the way.
Started fishing towards the aerator, whilst feeding the island and 13m to my right down the track, hoping to pull in some fish from further up. I had an F1 on corn within 5mins and thought we would be in for a good day, but the next hour was a bit of struggle.
After an hour I was starting to get regular indications, but then the wave machine started, so I had to bin that line. I had still been feeding pellet half way down the island, but not even a liner.
Decided on a rethink and cupped some caster & micros at 6m, plus caster & 4mm to the point of the island where I fished 4 maggots on the hook, hoping the maggot fluttering in the flow would tempt a bite, which it did after 5mins in the shape of a 6lb carp. Great thought I sussed it, but my next fish was a tiny perch.
With no further carp a switch to 6m fishing caster & occasionally 4mm expander, started to get regular bites from roach, with the odd crucian. At least I was catching, because since the aerator started, both Tom & Rod had caught very little.
90mins after it started the wave machine stopped, as did my 6m line. So back out towards to the aerator and I kept the pellet going in against the island and down the track 13m to my right.
There was still very few carp showing in our part of the lake, Tom had yet to catch one, whilst Rod was picking up the odd one, but it was generally slow. I was catching a few crucian, F1 and skimmers from the aerator mostly on 6mm pellet, but no carp.
A further look around the island still didn’t result in any fish, although a few fish started to show themselves, but the pole over their heads, just seemed to spook them.
With an hour to go I concentrated on fishing 13m down the track. So far I had only caught a skimmer an hour previously on this line and was hoping for a good last hour to catch up Rod. First drop in on corn and 5mins later I was attached to carp, but it shot off surfacing in the gap between the 2 islands, before the hooklength gave way – I suspected it was foul hooked. My next fish was an 8lber, before I lost my next carp in the weed bed to my left.
Unfortunately the carp seemed to have backed off since my next fish was a skimmer, followed by a roach. 5 seconds before the all out I hooked a carp, which I managed to net and was left wishing they had turned up an hour earlier.
The lake didn’t fish as well as expected due to the cold week and the carp just sulked away further up the lake.
Today I concentrated on .14 bottom fishing hair rigged 6mm pellet or corn. I could have probably caught more silvers had I gone down to .12 bottom. I did have another rig with .12 bottom to fish soft pellet or caster, but that resulted in too many small fish. The carp just didn’t want to be here.
1st 55-15 Martin Lenaghan – p17
2nd 52-12 Mark Poppleton – p21
3rd 48-15 Rod Wootton – p42
4th 41- 8 Mike West – p22
5th 37-11 Nigel Bartlett – p1
6th 31- 6 Ken Rayner – p68
Silvers
1st 25-12 Martin Pettifer – p11
Catch – 21 Roach, 6 Crucian, 5 Perch, 4 F1, 4 Bream, 3 Carp
Weather – Bright start, then heavy rain, then mostly cloudy. Cool breeze
Match – Open – 6th out 14 (2nd out of 4 - lake)
14 turned up for today’s match, which was split with 10 on match and 4 on Johns (no 3 lake), so we know where everyone wanted to be.
I found myself on p68 on Johns, which I practically ran to, however it was like a baggers convention opposite with Tom Thick on p41 (yes the same peg he won from last week) and Rod Wootton on p42. As we were setting up it was noticeable there was no fish moving around, in fact those that were, were further up the lake out of the way.
Started fishing towards the aerator, whilst feeding the island and 13m to my right down the track, hoping to pull in some fish from further up. I had an F1 on corn within 5mins and thought we would be in for a good day, but the next hour was a bit of struggle.
After an hour I was starting to get regular indications, but then the wave machine started, so I had to bin that line. I had still been feeding pellet half way down the island, but not even a liner.
Decided on a rethink and cupped some caster & micros at 6m, plus caster & 4mm to the point of the island where I fished 4 maggots on the hook, hoping the maggot fluttering in the flow would tempt a bite, which it did after 5mins in the shape of a 6lb carp. Great thought I sussed it, but my next fish was a tiny perch.
With no further carp a switch to 6m fishing caster & occasionally 4mm expander, started to get regular bites from roach, with the odd crucian. At least I was catching, because since the aerator started, both Tom & Rod had caught very little.
90mins after it started the wave machine stopped, as did my 6m line. So back out towards to the aerator and I kept the pellet going in against the island and down the track 13m to my right.
There was still very few carp showing in our part of the lake, Tom had yet to catch one, whilst Rod was picking up the odd one, but it was generally slow. I was catching a few crucian, F1 and skimmers from the aerator mostly on 6mm pellet, but no carp.
A further look around the island still didn’t result in any fish, although a few fish started to show themselves, but the pole over their heads, just seemed to spook them.
With an hour to go I concentrated on fishing 13m down the track. So far I had only caught a skimmer an hour previously on this line and was hoping for a good last hour to catch up Rod. First drop in on corn and 5mins later I was attached to carp, but it shot off surfacing in the gap between the 2 islands, before the hooklength gave way – I suspected it was foul hooked. My next fish was an 8lber, before I lost my next carp in the weed bed to my left.
Unfortunately the carp seemed to have backed off since my next fish was a skimmer, followed by a roach. 5 seconds before the all out I hooked a carp, which I managed to net and was left wishing they had turned up an hour earlier.
The lake didn’t fish as well as expected due to the cold week and the carp just sulked away further up the lake.
Today I concentrated on .14 bottom fishing hair rigged 6mm pellet or corn. I could have probably caught more silvers had I gone down to .12 bottom. I did have another rig with .12 bottom to fish soft pellet or caster, but that resulted in too many small fish. The carp just didn’t want to be here.
1st 55-15 Martin Lenaghan – p17
2nd 52-12 Mark Poppleton – p21
3rd 48-15 Rod Wootton – p42
4th 41- 8 Mike West – p22
5th 37-11 Nigel Bartlett – p1
6th 31- 6 Ken Rayner – p68
Silvers
1st 25-12 Martin Pettifer – p11
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Changes in latitudes changes in attitudes
There are large schools of yellowfin tuna 40 plus miles East of the East Cape resorts. Finding them is no guarantee they will bite. Many anglers are returning after a long boat ride with disappointment. Jen Wren boats have avoided the frustration and horrendous boat rides by targeting striped marlin closer to shore.
Getting the marlin to go has been a trick. For several weeks we have not sighted tailers nor have the fish had much interest in lures. The key has been large schools of small bonita that have been abundant off the La Ribera high spot and also around the shark buoys off Punta Pescadero. Catching and slow trolling these bonita have been a very effective method to attract marlin.
An intersting note that has made photography challenging is the marlin we have hooked using small bonita for bait are not jumping during battle. We went from fishing J hooks to circle hooks with hopes that hooking the fish in the corner of the mouth would change their behavior. The marlin just shake their head as they stick it out of the water. Also, a large percentage of them are regurgitating their stomachs.
This week conditions have gone from hot and humid with calm seas to cooler tempatures and strong north winds. This is the third day we have been stuck on the beach due to the winds. Looks like we may have an early winter. The East Cape weather is making the expected changes in latitude which is affecting my attitude!
Accurate Jack Nilsen making bait with an SR12 spincast
Accurate's manager of production control George Cardenas didn't waste any time
Lots of head shots
Not many jumpers
Eating the vuli (pronounced boolie). That is what the local guys are calling the small bonita and bullet tuna.
Shake, shake, shake!
Check out the colors on this fish.
These marlin will suck their stomachs back in and be OK
Love it when they light up.
Local Buena Vista resident Frank Fink hooked a slug fishing Jen Wren III. I'm releasing the fish in the next photo.
I'd like to know who this gray haired old dude is that keeps showing up on my camera?
Looks like this fish is gagging on the bonita
Heading south.
First kite board sighting of the season for me. Affecting my attitude!
Gulf Shores Trip Conclusion
This Gulf Shores trip was supposed to just be a long weekend trip, but the weather was so nice and the kids were having so much fun, we pretty much decided to neglect all responsibilities back home and ended up staying 5 extra days.
When we return home early Sunday morning, its pretty much going to be cold and November. The nice weather of summer and fall are pretty much gonna be done.
So anyhow the last couple days down here on the coast we have just spent swimming, boogie boarding, shell collecting, and movie watching. Kids have been super active, having the time of their lives!! Last night we went souvenir shopping and ended up getting hermit crabs from souvenir city, that was always a highlight of mine as a kid, and it definitely is still a highlight these days as well! Those hermit crabs will be loved to death, literally....
Here is a pic of Neiko and Drake riding one of those quarter rides, that probably cost $.50 or $.75 these days....
We will leave about noon today. Our last day of fishing was Thursday morning. Not nearly as much action as Wednesday morning, but we still caught some nice fish.
Tyden holding up a nice speckled trout we caught early out in the surf!
These two gals from church came down with us as babysitters for the group. When you got tons of kids running around everywhere its nice to have extra hands helping change diapers, put kids down for naps, watch kids for going out to eat, and just to help play with kids on the beach.
Basically its these two girls who help make the vacation an actual vacation! Special thanks to Maddie and Livie for helping out so much!! Bringing multi-talented babysitters is a must for any vacation to the beach!!!
We use live shrimp for bait everyday, and we bring our own aerators down to keep them alive for the week so we always have fresh bait. Well at the end of the week there was a couple dozen live shrimp left, so since we were done fishing, on Friday instead of using them for bait, I fried them up for lunch!!
We stayed right on the beach at Lani Kai Condominimiums right in the heart of Gulf Shores. We fish alot right on the beach in front of the condo, but also love to fish at the Little Lagoon Pass about 2 miles west, the Gulf State Pier about 2 miles east, the Perdido Bridge and Beach about 10 miles east, and back in the backwaters of the lagoon on windy days. Occasionally we will head to Fort Morgan and go for monster Bull Reds and Sharks, but not that often cause its a 30 minute drive.
I have been fishing these waters on the coast since I was born and know all the people at the local bait shops, the local fisherman and charter captains. Also I know all the good restaurants, places to stay, and things to do as well. If anyone is headed to Gulf Shores for a family or fishing vacation and would be looking for some additional information beyond what the internet can provide, just shoot me an email or give me a call. I would be glad to point you in the right direction!
When we return home early Sunday morning, its pretty much going to be cold and November. The nice weather of summer and fall are pretty much gonna be done.
So anyhow the last couple days down here on the coast we have just spent swimming, boogie boarding, shell collecting, and movie watching. Kids have been super active, having the time of their lives!! Last night we went souvenir shopping and ended up getting hermit crabs from souvenir city, that was always a highlight of mine as a kid, and it definitely is still a highlight these days as well! Those hermit crabs will be loved to death, literally....
Here is a pic of Neiko and Drake riding one of those quarter rides, that probably cost $.50 or $.75 these days....
We will leave about noon today. Our last day of fishing was Thursday morning. Not nearly as much action as Wednesday morning, but we still caught some nice fish.
Tyden holding up a nice speckled trout we caught early out in the surf!
These two gals from church came down with us as babysitters for the group. When you got tons of kids running around everywhere its nice to have extra hands helping change diapers, put kids down for naps, watch kids for going out to eat, and just to help play with kids on the beach.
Basically its these two girls who help make the vacation an actual vacation! Special thanks to Maddie and Livie for helping out so much!! Bringing multi-talented babysitters is a must for any vacation to the beach!!!
We use live shrimp for bait everyday, and we bring our own aerators down to keep them alive for the week so we always have fresh bait. Well at the end of the week there was a couple dozen live shrimp left, so since we were done fishing, on Friday instead of using them for bait, I fried them up for lunch!!
We stayed right on the beach at Lani Kai Condominimiums right in the heart of Gulf Shores. We fish alot right on the beach in front of the condo, but also love to fish at the Little Lagoon Pass about 2 miles west, the Gulf State Pier about 2 miles east, the Perdido Bridge and Beach about 10 miles east, and back in the backwaters of the lagoon on windy days. Occasionally we will head to Fort Morgan and go for monster Bull Reds and Sharks, but not that often cause its a 30 minute drive.
I have been fishing these waters on the coast since I was born and know all the people at the local bait shops, the local fisherman and charter captains. Also I know all the good restaurants, places to stay, and things to do as well. If anyone is headed to Gulf Shores for a family or fishing vacation and would be looking for some additional information beyond what the internet can provide, just shoot me an email or give me a call. I would be glad to point you in the right direction!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Get It Done With
TRADITIONAL POST
The Kids Are Into It
we like the witches
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| HOW 'BOUT THEM APPLES ??? |
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.. For a welcome change, this year's Hallowe'en will probably be celebrated in our village where the sidewalks and streets are bare of snow and full of real costumes, instead of every little monster dressed up as a sledhead.
.. Novelty to be sure! Fear not there will be flurries but, last year's knee deep snow will be just a remembrance. The cold will still be with us.
.. The neighbors, (older farts and such,) are loving the very cold nights and galling the most recent run of fish from Hebgen Lake. Finally the waters from Yellowstone National Park are cold enough and inviting enough to lure the hefty-shouldered Brown Trout from the depths. Rejoice, those of you that are still hanging around. The fish are here, (finally,) in significant numbers and are eagerly biting hooks with all offerings imaginable.
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| JIMMY'S OWN - (replica) |
.. Found on the Internet last year, Jimmy has been fishing what he called the "THE DEVIL'S WORM."
.. It's a creation of BIGGERFISH and we finally purloined one. Jimmy has been outfishing all of us in the dredging department - and now we know why! The original is tied 'red' just like a San Juan Worm. Jimmy has been using orange, (for the season, he says.) This may replace our favorite seasonal fly the Haloween Leech.
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.. For those of you that also enjoy the witches we suggest a click on over to SEXY WITCH. Adults only, please.-----
.. Over the years we've bumped into a couple of fisher folk that could both read and did appreceate poetry. In the belief that more than a few of our visitors are of such a mind we offer, below, the complete, (rarely found,) text of Robert Burns' Hallowe'en. 'Tis a bawdy sort of poem, full of magic, mystery, apples, hi jinx, dark barns, mirrors, boisterous goings-on, young girls, young men, old women, bushes, rivers, evening fun, prophecies, and the devil... Go ahead and "Kindle Coothie," if you choose! You can even "grippet Nelly hard and fast," should you be of such a mind, -- it gets better! You will be rewarded if you make it to the end.
HALLOWE'EN
by Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams
To sport that night.
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams
To sport that night.
Among the bonny winding banks,
Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear,
Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks,
And shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, country-folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nits, and pou their stocks,
And haud their Hallowe'en
Fu' blithe that night.
Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear,
Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks,
And shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, country-folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nits, and pou their stocks,
And haud their Hallowe'en
Fu' blithe that night.
The lasses feat, and cleanly neat,
Mair braw than when they're fine;
Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe,
Hearts leal, and warm, and kin';
The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs,
Weel knotted on their garten,
Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs,
Gar lasses' hearts gang startin'
Whiles fast at night.
Mair braw than when they're fine;
Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe,
Hearts leal, and warm, and kin';
The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs,
Weel knotted on their garten,
Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs,
Gar lasses' hearts gang startin'
Whiles fast at night.
Then, first and foremost, through the kail,
Their stocks maun a' be sought ance;
They steek their een, and graip and wale,
For muckle anes and straught anes.
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift,
And wander'd through the bow-kail,
And pou't, for want o' better shift,
A runt was like a sow-tail,
Sae bow't that night.
Their stocks maun a' be sought ance;
They steek their een, and graip and wale,
For muckle anes and straught anes.
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift,
And wander'd through the bow-kail,
And pou't, for want o' better shift,
A runt was like a sow-tail,
Sae bow't that night.
Then, staught or crooked, yird or nane,
They roar and cry a' throu'ther;
The very wee things, todlin', rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther;
And gif the custoc's sweet or sour.
Wi' joctelegs they taste them;
Syne cozily, aboon the door,
Wi cannie care, they've placed them
To lie that night.
They roar and cry a' throu'ther;
The very wee things, todlin', rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther;
And gif the custoc's sweet or sour.
Wi' joctelegs they taste them;
Syne cozily, aboon the door,
Wi cannie care, they've placed them
To lie that night.
The lasses staw frae 'mang them a'
To pou their stalks of corn:
But Rab slips out, and jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippet Nelly hard and fast;
Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
When kitlin' in the fause-house
Wi' him that night.
To pou their stalks of corn:
But Rab slips out, and jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippet Nelly hard and fast;
Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
When kitlin' in the fause-house
Wi' him that night.
The auld guidwife's well-hoordit nits,
Are round and round divided,
And monie lads' and lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle coothie, side by side,
And burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wi' saucy pride,
And jump out-owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.
Are round and round divided,
And monie lads' and lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle coothie, side by side,
And burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wi' saucy pride,
And jump out-owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.
Jean slips in twa wi' tentie ee;
Wha 'twas she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, and this is me,
She says in to hersel:
He bleezed owre her, and she owre him,
As they wad never mair part;
Till, fuff! he started up the lum,
And Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.
Wha 'twas she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, and this is me,
She says in to hersel:
He bleezed owre her, and she owre him,
As they wad never mair part;
Till, fuff! he started up the lum,
And Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.
Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt,
Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie;
And Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt,
To be compared to Willie;
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling,
And her ain fit it brunt it;
While Willie lap, and swore by jing,
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie;
And Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt,
To be compared to Willie;
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling,
And her ain fit it brunt it;
While Willie lap, and swore by jing,
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
Nell had the fause-house in her min',
She pits hersel and Rob in;
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in ase they're sobbin';
Nell's heart was dancin' at the view,
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't:
Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonny mou',
Fu' cozie in the neuk for't,
Unseen that night.
She pits hersel and Rob in;
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in ase they're sobbin';
Nell's heart was dancin' at the view,
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't:
Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonny mou',
Fu' cozie in the neuk for't,
Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks,
And slips out by hersel:
She through the yard the nearest taks,
And to the kiln goes then,
And darklins graipit for the bauks,
And in the blue-clue throws then,
Right fear't that night.
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks,
And slips out by hersel:
She through the yard the nearest taks,
And to the kiln goes then,
And darklins graipit for the bauks,
And in the blue-clue throws then,
Right fear't that night.
And aye she win't, and aye she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin',
Till something held within the pat,
Guid Lord! but she was quakin'!
But whether 'was the deil himsel,
Or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
She didna wait on talkin'
To spier that night.
I wat she made nae jaukin',
Till something held within the pat,
Guid Lord! but she was quakin'!
But whether 'was the deil himsel,
Or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
She didna wait on talkin'
To spier that night.
Wee Jennie to her grannie says,
"Will ye go wi' me, grannie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin',
She notice't na, an aizle brunt
Her braw new worset apron
Out through that night.
"Will ye go wi' me, grannie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin',
She notice't na, an aizle brunt
Her braw new worset apron
Out through that night.
"Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
I daur you try sic sportin',
As seek the foul thief ony place,
For him to spae your fortune.
Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Great cause ye hae to fear it;
For mony a ane has gotten a fright,
And lived and died deleeret
On sic a night.
I daur you try sic sportin',
As seek the foul thief ony place,
For him to spae your fortune.
Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Great cause ye hae to fear it;
For mony a ane has gotten a fright,
And lived and died deleeret
On sic a night.
"Ae hairst afore the Sherramoor, --
I mind't as weel's yestreen,
I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
I wasna past fifteen;
The simmer had been cauld and wat,
And stuff was unco green;
And aye a rantin' kirn we gat,
And just on Halloween
It fell that night.
I mind't as weel's yestreen,
I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
I wasna past fifteen;
The simmer had been cauld and wat,
And stuff was unco green;
And aye a rantin' kirn we gat,
And just on Halloween
It fell that night.
"Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen,
A clever sturdy fallow:
His son gat Eppie Sim wi' wean,
That lived in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel,
And he made unco light o't;
But mony a day was by himsel,
He was sae sairly frighted
That very night."
A clever sturdy fallow:
His son gat Eppie Sim wi' wean,
That lived in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel,
And he made unco light o't;
But mony a day was by himsel,
He was sae sairly frighted
That very night."
Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck,
And he swore by his conscience,
That he could saw hemp-seed a peck;
For it was a' but nonsense.
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
And out a hanfu' gied him;
Syne bade him slip frae 'mang the folk,
Some time when nae ane see'd him,
And try't that night.
And he swore by his conscience,
That he could saw hemp-seed a peck;
For it was a' but nonsense.
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
And out a hanfu' gied him;
Syne bade him slip frae 'mang the folk,
Some time when nae ane see'd him,
And try't that night.
He marches through amang the stacks,
Though he was something sturtin;
The graip he for a harrow taks.
And haurls it at his curpin;
And every now and then he says,
"Hemp-seed, I saw thee,
And her that is to be my lass,
Come after me, and draw thee
As fast this night."
Though he was something sturtin;
The graip he for a harrow taks.
And haurls it at his curpin;
And every now and then he says,
"Hemp-seed, I saw thee,
And her that is to be my lass,
Come after me, and draw thee
As fast this night."
He whistled up Lord Lennox' march
To keep his courage cheery;
Although his hair began to arch,
He was say fley'd and eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
And then a grane and gruntle;
He by his shouther gae a keek,
And tumbled wi' a wintle
Out-owre that night.
To keep his courage cheery;
Although his hair began to arch,
He was say fley'd and eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
And then a grane and gruntle;
He by his shouther gae a keek,
And tumbled wi' a wintle
Out-owre that night.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu' desperation!
And young and auld came runnin' out
To hear the sad narration;
He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw,
Or crouchie Merran Humphie,
Till, stop! she trotted through them
And wha was it but grumphie
Asteer that night!
In dreadfu' desperation!
And young and auld came runnin' out
To hear the sad narration;
He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw,
Or crouchie Merran Humphie,
Till, stop! she trotted through them
And wha was it but grumphie
Asteer that night!
Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen,
To win three wechts o' naething;
But for to meet the deil her lane,
She pat but little faith in:
She gies the herd a pickle nits,
And two red-cheekit apples,
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
That very nicht.
To win three wechts o' naething;
But for to meet the deil her lane,
She pat but little faith in:
She gies the herd a pickle nits,
And two red-cheekit apples,
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
That very nicht.
She turns the key wi cannie thraw,
And owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca'
Syne bauldly in she enters:
A ratton rattled up the wa',
And she cried, Lord, preserve her!
And ran through midden-hole and a',
And pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night;
And owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca'
Syne bauldly in she enters:
A ratton rattled up the wa',
And she cried, Lord, preserve her!
And ran through midden-hole and a',
And pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night;
They hoy't out Will wi' sair advice;
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice
Was timmer-propt for thrawin';
He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,
For some black grousome carlin;
And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin'
Aff's nieves that night.
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice
Was timmer-propt for thrawin';
He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,
For some black grousome carlin;
And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin'
Aff's nieves that night.
A wanton widow Leezie was,
As canty as a kittlin;
But, och! that night amang the shaws,
She got a fearfu' settlin'!
She through the whins, and by the cairn,
And owre the hill gaed scrievin,
Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.
As canty as a kittlin;
But, och! that night amang the shaws,
She got a fearfu' settlin'!
She through the whins, and by the cairn,
And owre the hill gaed scrievin,
Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.
Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays,
As through the glen it wimpl't;
Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays;
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't;
Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle;
Whyles cookit underneath the braes,
Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.
As through the glen it wimpl't;
Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays;
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't;
Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle;
Whyles cookit underneath the braes,
Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.
Among the brackens, on the brae,
Between her and the moon,
The deil, or else an outler quey,
Gat up and gae a croon:
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool!
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit;
but mist a fit, and in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
Wi' a plunge that night.
Between her and the moon,
The deil, or else an outler quey,
Gat up and gae a croon:
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool!
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit;
but mist a fit, and in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
Wi' a plunge that night.
In order, on the clean hearth-stane,
The luggies three are ranged,
And every time great care is ta'en',
To see them duly changed:
Auld Uncle John, wha wedlock joys
Sin' Mar's year did desire,
Because he gat the toom dish thrice,
He heaved them on the fire
In wrath that night.
The luggies three are ranged,
And every time great care is ta'en',
To see them duly changed:
Auld Uncle John, wha wedlock joys
Sin' Mar's year did desire,
Because he gat the toom dish thrice,
He heaved them on the fire
In wrath that night.
Wi' merry sangs, and friendly cracks,
I wat they didna weary;
And unco tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery;
Till butter'd so'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a-steerin';
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin'
Fu' blythe that night.
I wat they didna weary;
And unco tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery;
Till butter'd so'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a-steerin';
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin'
Fu' blythe that night.
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| up, UP, AND AWAY |
egg sucking bunny leech
The egg sucking bunny leech is one of the best salmon or steelhead streamers around and its quite easy to tie as well. Lots of flexibility in color choices and the rabbit puts of a ton of movement in the water.
head- bead
tail- marabou
body- rabbit strip
There's about six wraps of lead under the rabbit strip to give it the extra weight I wanted. You can vary the hook size and some crystal flash (if you choose).
Z Fish Report (10/27/11)
The blue water is still way out there. It has moved back out to about the 22 mile mark.
All around fishing is not good. We are experiencing 84 degree water up and down the coast, including the inshore, but we are being hammered by dirty water on the inshore, and the blue water being out beyond the normal day for a panga or cruiser to make a decent run to the fishing grounds, and spend time to fish.
About the only action from Zihuatanejo is the dorado bite at about 6 miles…but it is scattered. A perfect example was when the Huntress II went out with Captain Francisco and got two dorado, with one about 22 pounds, in the weed line about 10 miles out. They then went out to the 18 mile mark, and did not have a strike with a billfish.
Jose Pino told me the dorado action is very good down at Puerto Vicente Guerrero, with all of the action being at the 3 mile mark.
To the north of Zihuatanejo, and up near Union and Saladitas , there are lots of large sierras being taken on slow trolled Rapalas. A few roosters are also being taken on spin reels cast to the waves with a surface popper. But, the rooster bite is still off, and depends on finding clear water.
Ed Kunze
All around fishing is not good. We are experiencing 84 degree water up and down the coast, including the inshore, but we are being hammered by dirty water on the inshore, and the blue water being out beyond the normal day for a panga or cruiser to make a decent run to the fishing grounds, and spend time to fish.
About the only action from Zihuatanejo is the dorado bite at about 6 miles…but it is scattered. A perfect example was when the Huntress II went out with Captain Francisco and got two dorado, with one about 22 pounds, in the weed line about 10 miles out. They then went out to the 18 mile mark, and did not have a strike with a billfish.
Jose Pino told me the dorado action is very good down at Puerto Vicente Guerrero, with all of the action being at the 3 mile mark.
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To the north of Zihuatanejo, and up near Union and Saladitas , there are lots of large sierras being taken on slow trolled Rapalas. A few roosters are also being taken on spin reels cast to the waves with a surface popper. But, the rooster bite is still off, and depends on finding clear water.
Ed Kunze
Thursday, October 27, 2011
ghost tails
It was around this time, many years ago, the story of Prop Scar started circling through a small fishing town on the coast. The body of a redfish mangled by the propeller of a boat carelessly running too shallow was found floating near the launch. Since then, fishermen have mysteriously been disappearing on All Hallow's Eve. Their boats are eventually found anchored in place by their Minn Kota Talon and the propellers wrapped in a cocoon of FINS super braid. The only surviving eyewitness reported seeing a glowing, fiery orange apparition rise from the water around the same time one of the victims went missing. Some try to explain away the disappearances as freak accidents but the locals believe it is the curse of Prop Scar, the shamelessly murdered redfish, coming back from his shallow, watery grave to take revenge on anyone who dares to fish the flats during Halloween. Each year, anglers wash their boats with biodegradable Blair's Boat Wash by Star brite and hang up their DOA Lures and MirrOlures as a shrine to Prop Scar in hopes they will not become the next missing fisherman.
If that story wasn't spooky enough, check out some of the attractions going on this weekend on Florida's Space Coast. The Slater Brothers Invitational surfing competition brings a large crowd and plenty of things to do for spectators. There will be a block-party, music concerts, skate exhibition, volleyball tournament and more. The event runs all weekend and proceeds go to the World Skin Cancer Foundation. For the family, Brevard Zoo's Boo at the Zoo has trick or treating, the haunted trail, a witch’s lair and more. There's also Halloween in the Village and a Monster Mash Halloween Party. Florida's Space Coast has all of the spooktacular events on their web site. Be scared!
Another DSG is born! Last weekend, the Mogan Man christened the brand new Dick's Sporting Goods in Brunswick, GA. Many fans came out to meet Capt. Blair and check out the new store. Since he was in the area, Addictive Fishing shot their first show in Georgia with Capt. Scott Owens. It didn't take long for Scott to put the Mogan Man onto tailing redfish during the flood tide. There were so many fish that it made shooting this episode the fastest shoot in the history of Addictive Fishing. Capt. Owens' tricks were a real treat!
Aaron Eubanks sent us a picture of his jack-o-lantern this week and it caught our attention. It took us a while because we really couldn't put our finger on it, but there was something about this pumpkin that looked familiar. While working on some web stuff, we found the connection; Capt. Blair makes that same face when he gets tied into an "hour jack." Aaron, thanks for the picture of your "hour jack"-o-lantern, brother! That's our Mogan Squash of the Week.
The one day I don’t mind putting a bag over my head,
BillBird
Better Fish than the Yakima
Last week, I got the chance to fish with a couple of guys from Washington. These guys fish the Yakima pretty often and about half way through the morning, declared that our fish here on the Little Red " where better fish than they had on the Yakima" They were awesome anglers and a blast to fish with. We had pefect water for wading and blistered the fish. The guys caught tons of fiesty rainbows and Mike pulled this nice brown out from under a log swinging soft hackles
in the afternoon!
in the afternoon!
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