Forgotten Post - Final Smallmouth Float

Through my thoughts and travels of great lakes steelhead, I have forgotten to post about an epic season ending trip for smallmouth bass. Andy and I decided a few weeks ago to take the clacka for one more float before putting her to bed for the winter. We had made the decision that if it was our last float we should do an exploratory float of a section of the Juniata that neither of us had floated before. The float quickly became my favorite with some fast and technical water and some amazing smallmouth. We never changed flies, all we fished was a white Roamer that was about 5 inches long. We put about 6-8 fish in the boat with at least that many more eats that we never connected with. That was until the end of the float, about 100 yards from the take out when I got crushed by an amazing 19 inch smallie and then Andy a few minutes later popped a 20 incher. Needless to say we reeled up and floated to the launch with large smiles on our faces and satisfied with our smallmouth season.

Delaware - Add it to the list

There is something relaxing about a beach, a fly rod, and a sleeping bag. Last weekend Casey and I decided to chase a rumor about Redfish in Delaware. The plan was to leave after work, fish till high tide 11:37pm, sleep on the beach, wake up, and fish till high tide again. Well it wasn't long before I heard Casey yell "fish", not a red, but a distant cousin, the croaker. About 10 mins later I had something tugging on my clouser, lost it. We fished until about 1:30am had a beer, then passed out of the beach.

The next morning we woke up, to low tide, and birds squawking. I made some coffee, had a granola bar, and I was in the water, this was going to be it. I could feel it, the reds were going to be busting bait right of the beach. Nope, that didn't happen, but the croakers were happy to eat again, Ill take it. So no Redfish, but ill be back down for sure, it was an awesome experience.

Living the Dream - Schuylkill Float

I just want to thank everyone who came out this past weekend for our musky country event. And a special thanks to the guys who signed up for Brad's tying class.

It was a real honor to float Brad down the Schuylkill river on Monday, I would say I learned more in 8 hours watching and BSing with Brad, than I could have thought myself the past few years chasing musky. He really is an awesome dude, and an amazing fisherman, we hit the banks, docks, and bridges as hard as we could. No love, "I hate musky" Brad said, as we rowed to the launch, "but damn I love em". All we had was a nice smallmouth and soaked raincoats to show for the day. It was fun none the less, here are some photos from the weekend.