Tuesday

Summertime Blues, Lowcountry Reds


Summer days in South can be hot and long... The past ten days down in the Lowcountry were certainly no exception.  I decided to bring my new little skiff, a Towee Calusa, down to the marshes of South Carolina to hunt some reds.  The fishing was fairly challenging— high tides were high enough to flood the spartina grass, but no redfish were seen, and strong winds hampered us for the first few days.  We eventually found a backcountry creek that was absolutely packed with reds— the fish were so plentiful that you could feel them bumping the hull and pushpole as they moved past the boat.  Fishing the low tide was key and the most productive flies were black, flashy patterns that could be seen in the muddy water.  We also found ladyfish chasing shrimp around the dock lights at night.  These fish were tremendous fighters and were eager to take down a small Gurgler stripped through the light.


My trusty little skiff.


"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."  -Kenneth Grahame


The thrill of the hunt.


Low tide creek fishing.  My buddy Ping hooked this redfish on a Keitech swimbait.  Killer lure.


The fruits of our labor.


The redfish we found were all in the 6-8 lb range.  They put a nice bend in an 8 weight.  Or a 5 weight if you're like my friend Ping.


Using the green night-light wasn't particularly effective, but we set it up a bit too close to slack tide.


Night fishing along the docks, however, was easy pickings for the "poor man's tarpon".  I honestly don't know if a baby tarpon can fight better than these... Amazing jumps, runs, and stamina.


Sunset in the Lowcountry.

Friday

Pic from Steve


Steve Lee just sent me a picture of his recent trip.  He will post his trip soon and can't wait to see the rest of the experience...

Tuesday

New Member















A while back, GF posted a story about Steve who visited Korea to fish with him.  Steve was working at Hong Kong at the time and now he is back in his home town which is not too far from my house.  Steve contacted me to fish together and we decided to fish the Gorge.


It turns out that Steve is a small creek junky.  He started to fly fish at tender age of 14 years and his casting reflects his experience very well.  Steve never fished gorge and I thought it will be a proper reintroduction to his home ground.



We met at the parking lot early in the morning and hiked into the gorge.  It was a perfect day to be out.  The water level was on a low side but helped us wade in and out of the river.  There weren’t much hatch activity.  A few caddis and small bwos were fluttering around but not enough to bring trout to the surface.


After a few switching around of flies, both of us were able to catch some browns although most of them got away before I was able to take some pics. 


As a routine to the gorge fishing, we veer off from the main river to the small feeder creek.  As expected, the water level was very low which limited us to fish only handful of the pools.  Watching Steve cast in a tight environment was a pleasure to watch.  Surprisingly, we caught more browns than brookies (actually we only caught one brook trout). I’ve never caught browns on this creek and it is somewhat disturbing if the native residents are being forced out of their habitat.






It was a pleasure to fish with Steve and looking forward to our next trip.  But more than anything, we now have a new member to our club.

Thursday

Fishing in Korea

Since there seems to be a problem getting our members in Korea to post their trips.  I basically dug out some pictures from Princefly.co.kr and Rainbowfly.co.kr websites. I missed seeing these scenes...


















Tuesday

Wild Trout Grand Slam + chub

With a nasty hangover from the night before, I wasn't sure if the fishing will be an agenda for the day but with some strong self persuasion, I was able to get my butt out of the bed and able to make a quick trip to nearest wild trout creek. I haven't fished here since last year but I felt right at home as soon as I got to the creek and took a first step into the creek.







The creek contained many eager trout.  All three species competing for my flies.  I didn't have to be selective with my flies.  As always for this time of the year, the ausable bomber did the trick.  




It was interesting to note that the most of rainbows took my fly with very quick but almost sipping at my fly where as browns and brookies did exact opposite creating huge rutgers.


Oddball!


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Due to my condition, I had to call it a quit early but I was glad to be out.