Hello friends and thanks for checking
in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. Well this morning started like any
other, breakfast and some Bible time and then after feeding Pooh-dog I checked
my most trusted news source, Facebook. The first thing that came up was a
memory from one year ago where Cat and I spent the day on the West Shore of
Oahu. As I was patting myself on the back as to how awesome of a husband I was
last Valentine’s Day, panic set in and I began to think of how I could possibly
out do last year. I racked my brains for seconds and then it hit me, the only
place on the face of the earth that is more beautiful and romantic than Hawaii;
yep we headed to East Pueblo and hit the tail water.
As we were getting ready to head to the river I check the
weather and the sun was bright and the temp was warm, I was thinking this could
be the most romantic VD ever. We got to the river and as we came around the
bend to our starting run, we looked at each other and in unison said “Crap”.
The river looked as if the free people of P-town had decided they would never
pay the high taxes on Ovaltine again and poured it all into the river. Unfortunately,
there was some work being done just above Juniper and the river was brown. We fished
anyway and after about a few hours, we managed to get two beautiful bows and
one monster sucker to the net. Not the day I had dreamed of but it is a
constant reminder that I am married to the woman of my dreams. Thank you Cat
for another wonderful day.
We really are not sure about the work
today and hope it was just for today. As soon as we find out more we will get
it posted. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Cupid, and the Drift Fly Shop want
to thank you for reading…..
Hello
friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. Well
we made it through the January doldrums way better than expected and now we are
quickly getting into my favorite three months of the year, yep it is sight
fishing time and the season that separates the men from the boys. I will never
forget my first real experience with sight fishing and will always be grateful
to my mentor Tony. I felt as if I was a pretty solid angler and had confidence
in most situations but watching Tony sight out fish showed me how much I was
missing out, it was the beginning of my obsession. I wanted to write this blog
to give out a few simple tips to help our readers find the obsession that is
sight fishing.
The first tip is just the sighting out
of the fish. Now to start, I’m not talking about the Taylor Hogs resting above
the bridge and emphatically not talking about the spawning fish sitting on redds
in six inches of water, I’m talking about the fish feeding in riffles and other
feeding lanes. The feeding fish are usually the most difficult to see but have
the greatest reward. The way to start is take some time at the river looking
into riffles and try to look at the bottom of the river. When you begin to see
the bottom then look for abnormalities. Yes, I have been fooled more than once, but I would rather cast to a broken wine bottle than spook the fish of a
lifetime. A great way of thinking about seeing the bottom is comparing the
river to the posters that were around when I was younger, it just looks like a
design but after looking for a while, a lion or whatever shows up and you can’t
figure out why you didn’t see it from the beginning. The second thing to look for
is color, with the fish beginning to spawn, on the sunny days look for red
stripes and on cloudy days look for purplish hues. Now after you begin to see
the pure number of fish in the river, next we talk about how to feed them.
One of the biggest difficulties I see
with anglers is fly placement. With many clients over the years we have spotted
out a monster big red stripe and after calming the nerves the client casts and
the indicator lands at the head of the fish. I normally take a giant internal
gasp and then we talk about where the flies are, compared to the indicator. Its
great when the light comes on and the next cast has the flies drifting right by
the mouth of the fish. So, one of my best tips is to think about where the
flies are, it is rare to catch a fish with your indicator. And lastly, as the
river begins to open up and look more like a 55inch HD TV and less like a kaleidoscope,
start watching the mouth of the fish as the fly drifts by, but I have to warn
you, once you watch a fish eat your nymph, January will never fish the same.
Now if you don’t have the time or the
patience to learn this on your own, find a guide that can take the time to teach
you these techniques. I know a pretty good one here in P-town and you can reach
me at the Drift, come see what you are missing. And to finish off the blog I
wanted to talk a little about spawning Redds. I started seeing them just over
the last few days and they really should be filling the river over the next few
weeks. Redds are clean splotches on the bottom of the river where you can on
most days see big fish in a few inches of water. Think of these fish as your
friends and if your friends were only in the mood once a year, wouldn’t you
leave them alone. There are plenty of fish that are eating. And lastly, when
you do catch a fish from a feeding lane take extra care getting any pics and
get them back in the water as quick as possible. Our last two years have had
really successful spawns, but we had a little more water hiding the redds. As
always, Connell, Cat, Winston, and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for
reading…….
Hello
friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. I can’t
tell you how many times over the last few weeks I have answered the shop phone
and I have heard the exact same questions. The first is, how is the tailwater
fishing and the second is how is the clarity. Well hopefully by the blog title
you can see that our river has really been a mixed bag as of late.
First, I wanted to talk a little about
the good. If you are a long-time reader than you know that January is far from
my favorite time of the year to fish. I used to complain that the bait guys
killed our fish and the river will never be the same. And almost every year at
around the 10th or 11th of February our bows would begin
to poke their heads out and they would be everywhere and then I would get
frustrated because with that many fish, how the heck am I not catching fish on
every cast. Well this is the good, a few weeks ago I was walking the river and
I began to see shadows. At first I just figured that it was my eyes playing
tricks on me(it is January), but after drifting past a few the hallucinations I
realized that they put up a pretty good fight. Now over the last week or so, I
have really seen a bunch of fish coming out of hiding.
Now the bad, as with every year, just
because I can see the fish, doesn’t mean they are easily catchable. The other
day I had a guide trip out and I set a client up in a spot and then got above
him to watch. The first 10 feet of the drift was perfect and just as we were
nearing the fish I saw a small belly in the line and the indicator drug just a
tad and the fish just moved out. Yep, they are super spooky.
Now some good, as the afternoon sets
in we have been seeing some great midge hatches and the surface feeding has
been fantastic. Not the piggies of the A.M. but the little guys and even though
they are small, don’t think of them as dumb.
Now some bad, this upcoming weekend I’m
guessing will be our busiest weekend of the year. I guess the football watchers
have nothing better to do and will be at the river. Two years ago on the
Saturday before the SB one of our guides counted 36 anglers between Valco
bridge and Tree Bend. Last year I remember trying to find a spot on Sunday with
two clients and it was nearly impossible.
So, as you can see there is some good
and some bad going on, on our river now. One fisherman will come in at the end
of the day and say fishing is awful and the next will say that he just caught
the fish of his life. If you are one of the fishermen that are really
frustrated than maybe now would be a great time to invest in a guide trip.
Figure out how to see fish and the maybe see what it takes to catch them. Weekends
are pretty busy but weekdays can be good. Fish today were carefully stalked and
caught on a size 22 J-bomb and the smaller fish were tricked on size 24 Tube
Wings and Ninjas. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Alexander Graham Bell, and
The Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading…..
Hello friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. I have had quite a few requests lately to post a “how to video” of the Ninja Midge. The Ninja was developed many years ago after a particularly frustrating evening on the river. Cat and I were fishing with a few friends and my usual flies were not working even though I saw swarms of little white fluff balls flying around. It was the first time I think I had ever felt like our fish were keying in on a certain bug. I looked through all my boxes and I didn’t have anything that looked like the swarming bugs. When we got home that evening, Cat showed me some pictures of what an emerging midge looked like and then I sat down at the vice and tried make something close. After 24 dreadful hours of anticipation I headed back to the river and the little white fluff balls were out in force. I pulled one of my new inventions out and as I was tying it on, it slipped and fell in the river. I quickly picked it up but could not find the eye….then I realized that I picked up a real one. Nailed it !!!!! The Fly has been tweaked several times over the years but is still my go to fly every time I see midges. As I was posting the video I noticed a few peacock fibers hanging out and that was not by choice and were trimmed out. The fly will be great in sizes 22 and 24 between now and March and going into late spring I fish it in 18 and 20’s. We have all you need at the Drift for your tying needs. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, the Ninja Midge and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading…..
Hello
friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. Like
most of you, the last few weeks have been so busy that I haven’t found much
time to fish. Cat and I were sitting around the other night and she reminded me
that the last time we had fished together that she out fished me, so I was
itching to restore the order. Cat had to work today so I was on my own, I guess
I needed the practice.
Walking to the river today I started
thinking about how awesome it has been to be part of this addiction for so many
years. Over the years, Cat and I have met so many awesome people that if it
wasn’t for fly fishing, our paths most likely would have never crossed. We have
friended people that are worth more money than I could ever imagine, we have
rekindled high school friendships, and last year we even met the Speaker of the
House, after his wife noticed our Fishpond rod case. But even with all of the
really important people that we have met, nothing quite compares to the personal
friendships we have made over the years in the shop.
When Cat first began working in the
shop twelve years ago, one of the first people Cat met was an older gentleman
named Ed. Ed would come by the shop once or twice a week and loved to tie. He was
so proud of his flies and almost every time in the shop, he would give us a choice
of what we wanted. He had gotten into parasol dries a few years ago and the
look on his face after Cat caught a fish on one he tied was absolutely
priceless. He got into wine making a few years back and I was a little worried
that he was turning Cat into an alcoholic, but luckily, he switched to brewing
beer. We tried getting Ed on the river a few years back but a storm and then a
water increase foiled the plan. Ed’s health deteriorated over the last few
years but his quick wit and caring heart never wavered. Ed and his wife Barb
are probably people that we would have never met if it wasn’t for fly fishing
and I am so glad to have spent time with the two of them. Ed left this world on
Monday and will spend an eternity in heaven and even though I know he is in a
better place, I will miss Ed. I am so lucky to have met and friended so many
awesome people.
Now I have to talk a little about
fishing. I got to the river just a little before 11:00 and the fish seemed hungry.
I got into one run and a few casts in I hooked a fish that had some serious
weight. It was a quick battle and the fish won. I looked at my rig and the
unthinkable happened, yep me a professional guide tied a poor knot and I was
looking at a curly-que. I re-tied and started catching fish. I landed several
smaller fish and a then a few over seventeen inches. I moved up river but had a
hard time finding fish again. Just after two, the smaller fish began drilling
the surface. I put on a small BWO and trailed a size 24 Ninja and had an
absolute blast. Lots of fish on both the dry and the dropper and as the hatch
slowed, I put the nymph rig back on and landed another seventeen incher to finish off
the day. As I was walking back to the car, I was thinking that if Cat really
wanted to fish, she could have quit her job, so I’m going with the I out fished
her today. hehe
Fish really seemed to be schooled up
today and when I found them, they would eat. Many of the fish were in slower
water today so I went to the New Zealand Strike indicator and it really made a
difference. The bigger fish today all took a size 22 FOD or a size 22 New Moon
and the smaller fish were eating a smaller Bling. The fly fishing show will be
going on this weekend so this might be a great time to hit the river. Stop by
the shop and pick up the New Moon and some FOD’s and enjoy the nice weather. As
always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Ed, and The Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for
reading…
Hello
friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. I
wasn’t planning on fishing today but when I was walking the dogs and saw the
snow and the clouds, my mind was changed. Pooh-dog could sense it as well and
telepathically told me that he was not quite ready but if I were to give him a
half a dozen or so pot biscuits, he would give his knees a try. No matter how
much I love fishing with the pups, I just can’t be part that game. Yep, today was
a solo day.
With the snow and clouds, I expected
to have the river to myself. Driving by Valco I was a little surprised by the
number of vehicles. I got ready and walked down to one of my favorite runs but
someone was already there. I was worried that it could be difficult to find
quality water but the next run was open. I landed a couple of the 12 inchers
and then moved down river. The next run I landed a half a dozen of the same
sized fish so I kept moving down. There were lots of other anglers out but I
felt a little like Moses today, every time I neared a run, it just opened up. My
third run is where most of the excitement came. I landed an 18 incher a few
casts in and then it felt like every six casts, I would hook another. I hooked
one really big male and after his third time going air born, I felt the dreaded
Ker-chunk, and the fly buried in his tail. I gasped and then luckily, it popped
out.
As
I made my way down river, it seemed every run produced fish. The majority of
the 11 to 13 inchers I landed today I would guess had to be naturals. Even at
those sizes, they had a beautiful red stripe and many of them had orange fins.
I got into one run and first drift through, my indicator shot up river. I set
and immediately felt that it was a toad but he popped off pretty quickly. I
casted again and not sure if was the same fish, but what a beauty, a big, fat,
red striped 20 incher, my fish of the day. I continued down river and finally, I
got to a run that was occupied, my friend Sam was beating up those fish. I went
a little further and as the hatch began to ebb; I realized I was at least a
mile and a half from my car I started working back up. Every stop seemed to
produce a fish or two and at 2:45, the river just shut off. By the time I got
back to the car I was hungry and exhausted. Tomorrow might be a great day to
weigh in.
Conditions right now are not easy
but there are some great fish to be had. I wanted to throw out a few little
tips for this time of the year. I spend a lot of time watching clients and
other anglers and one of the biggest problems I see, is people wasting a run
with a nonchalant drift. When the fish are gorging, very often, if your first
drift is perfect, the fish will eat. Today, many times it would be the fifth or
sixth, drift that would get the take. And keep in mind, one poor drift can
spook the whole run. Also, keep moving, the whole river is great. A few weeks
ago, while making my way through the river, I saw a guy that fished the same
run for over five hours. This weekend will be the start of the busy season on
the river. I have been informed that the CPW has heavily stocked the river at
Juniper Bridge and also Valco bridge. If you have a kid or anyone that just
needs to find out what it is like to catch a fish on a fly rod, get to those
spots. Catch some and then move on so someone else can enjoy, heck it is the
giving season. Most of the fish today were taken on a size 22 FOD and a size 24
Bling. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Moses and the Drift Fly Shop want to
thank you for reading…..
Hello friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. As many of our readers know, Cat and I had our 13th anniversary last week and we decided to celebrate it by the two of us getting away to a secluded island and figuring out how to catch its fish. This was our first time out of the country and even though we were a little or even a lot scared and totally out of our comfort zone, we were going to get some learning. Usually when writing about our trips, I give some type of play-by-play but this blog I wanted to write differently. The video shows a lot of the fun, but this blog will be about some of what we learned. Some of our learning will be explained, some you may have to use your imagination…or come by the shop.
First and foremost, we were reminded that bone-fishing is not easy. After having such a difficult time hunting bones in Hawaii last year, we were hoping to find “San Isabel” type bones in the Bahamas. We have heard about people catching 20 or 30 bones a day and that is what we expected. What we found was that these fish were almost equally as feisty. I’m going to throw out a quick excuse, we battled clouds, and huge tide swings all week and that didn’t help. The fish themselves, out in the Cay’s, would school up and the most difficult part was finding them on the enormous flats, luckily our guides were really good at that. In the connected flats, the fish seemed to pair up and if you could find them, the cast needed to land softly a perfect three feet in front of them. On day three, I found out the hard way that a good cast was more important than a quick one. Yep, the only fish I saw that day was thirty feet and coming right at me… and me, a professional fly fishing guide, panicked, dropped my back cast, and left the cast woefully short. I promised myself that no matter how excited I get, I will NOT put another poor cast on a fish.
Next, we found out what an incredible rod can do. I fished the 7wt Sage Salt HD all week and after the previously mentioned error, the rod worked flawlessly. What a treat. Also, we learned that it doesn’t matter how awesome your 8 wt X is, don’t lift a bone out of the water with the rod…nuff said.
Next what we learned will be in several parts. There are a lot of sharks in the Bahamas and although they seem pretty harmless, they can still make you need a change of shorts. We saw probably thirty or so swim past us and you could just slap the water and they would move away, but one day, Cat and I were walking a flat about twenty feet apart and Cat was about mid thigh deep. The sun all of a sudden appeared. I looked up and a four or five-footer was about thirty feet out and coming right between us. I asked her if she saw it and just as she said yes, the sun dipped behind the clouds and he disappeared. A little panic set in, and after a minute of neither of us getting eaten, we walked the rest of that flat in ankle deep water. Not all of our shorts made it home with us….nuff said.
We also found out that between a shark and a barracuda of similar size, the cuda is a Bad Dude. Cat had a throw down between a 40 inch cuda and about the same sized shark about ten feet in front of her and the shark made a swim for the border. Also, I think the Barracudas understand that the guides we hired know where the fish are. Several times we had big cudas circling us and when the guide would go back to get his boat, the cuda followed him, and no, I did not mind.
And lastly, how in Gods holy name did the Crocodile Hunter die from a stingray? They are the calmest and most polite creatures in the ocean. I can’t tell you how many times one would swim up to us, lift an eyebrow, flutter his front side and then gently mosey off.
Now I want to get a little away from the fishing and gab a little about our learning from the island. On this trip we found out what conch is, and in addition we found out how delicious it is. Conch salad and fritters are absolutely delicious. We heard that at the place we liked the most you could watch the owner remove the conch from its shell, pull out the eyeballs and then watch him tenderize and chop it up and put it in your salad. No thanks; I also don’t spend time at the stockyards watching my next steak come to life…yeah poor choice of words. We also had our first lobster burger and it was the best one we have ever had, who would have thought you could make a burger out of lobster.
The next section will be a bit of a hodgepodge. First, we learned that no matter how many pics you take, the actual colors of the water don’t show accurate; we wish we could take the real colors and implant them in your minds. Secondly, NoSeeUms suck. Our first evening we were fishing from the bank and we knew something was chewing on us. When we could stand it no longer, we called it a day and headed back to the car. I wore out my fingernails and Cat woke up looking like she had the chickenpox. We also learned what Diet Coke from 2006 tastes like today. I think they saw us coming…nuff said. We found a quaint little deli and the special of the day was the “Holliday Club.” I was intrigued so I asked the gal what was a Holliday Club? She looked a little annoyed and grumpily answered, “it’s a club, you know….turkey and ham.” I must have gotten the extra special one because mine had bacon as well. I also learned that driving on the left side of the road was a lot easier than using the correct turn signal. I can’t tell you how many times I went to turn and turned on the windshield wipers. I guess now I know why I never saw another car use a turn signal the eight days we were there.
Now this last section is going to get a little mushy. I learned, oh who am I kidding, I have always known, that even when fishing conditions are difficult, there is no one of the face of the Earth that I would rather spend eight days struggling with than my wife. Thanks for thirteen incredible years. And lastly, on a difficult trip, one day can make a difference. We loved fishing with our incredible guides Elvis and Dwayne Knowles but we really wanted to catch a few fish on our own. On our last day on the island, the conditions were almost in our favor. The tide change was a little later than we had hoped, but the sun actually shined all day. We had picked the prettiest place on the island because we wanted to leave with a beautiful picture in our minds. We hunted like every other day and all the weeks learning paid off, we got three of the nicest fish of the week. The beauty of the area was a little humbling and the sense of accomplishment was incredible. Not that the whole week wasn’t great, but the one day made the difference. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Christopher Columbus and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading…..And please enjoy our video posted below.
