Sunday, April 26, 2015
Same goes with turkey season. Sometimes it's over early and you can get back to bed. Sometimes it all happens fast.
Such was the case yesterday. Pennsylvania youth turkey day, 2015. My daughter is a relentless turkey hunter. She has spent more days in the spring woods in the last 5 years turkey hunting than some of my buddies. She has payed her dues and is kinda like a good-luck-charm whenever I take her. We always have some action and great memories.
We set up on two birds gobbling in the roost just before sunrise in my home woods. I gave them a few yelps to let them know "we're here." Double gobbles came back. Now we wait. We played the back and forth game a little bit. I heard them fly down off the roost. Ground gobbles getting further and some hens with them. Sometimes that's what you get.
Knowing the land helps. The rolling hills here have some benches I know that the turkey feel safe on and they like to feed or favor these areas. We backed out silently and headed around to make a big loop in front of them. No dice. They wandered off into a bottom and into private property.
All morning we heard a hot gobbler about 1/2 mile away across the road and on the next hill. As a matter of fact, there were at least 8 other gobblers in the area. Just as we were about to leave one woods for another, right below us, a gobble hammered off. Then again.
After tagging the bird, admiring it, and taking a break to take in the surroundings, we snapped a few pictures, sent out the text, and headed home. I cannot think of any other way to spend the morning with my daughter. Many more repeats like this in the future.
It all goes fast.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Sometimes you just go.
Such was the case this week. We had a nice run of very warm weather which got things going on our creeks here in Pennsylvania. It was opening day of trout season 2015 last Saturday, but I opted out.. not that I fish much for stocked fish any more, but all the trout water seems to take a hammering on opening day.
I stayed home. Fished the pond. Caught up on my work around the house. Played along nicely with the domestic game.
Of course, I knew full well there were plans in the works for mid-week fishing.
So we made plans. We watched flows...temps...weather...etc... It didn't appear that conditions were going to work out. The old addage, "Any day fishing is better than a day working" seemed to ring loud and clear. "Aw screw it, we're goin" I said to Robert while we both sat on the innerweb watching USGS stream data some 150 miles apart over the microwaves.
So we went. The wind was howling at times. We were pelted with rain. We had dirty water. Water temps were dropping. Streamer crushing brown trout. More wind... Wait a second...
Streamer crushing brown trout?
Yeah those fish. And then some.
Plain, old-fashioned trout catching, playing hooky to play hooky. Mid-week style.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
|The Grand Prize of the pond- Pumpkinseed Sunfish|
But the trifecta of this luck, is that I have three daughters that love to join me at the pond and share a rod- taking turns, having fun, making jokes at eachother for missing a take or losing a fish. I'm pleased to say that this latest string of 70 degree weather has really brought the fish up allowing us to coax surface eaters. In fact, I haven't fished subsurface flies yet. I'm also ticking up that number of days I have cast a line this year...
I've fished four days straight and will continue as long as I can put the chores off or weather changes.
|...and the release!|
I've been playing with a 28mm prime lens for all of these pics. I'm very pleased with it. Whatcha think?