Mo-Trout,
Now you are talking!!! Once we get Matt back here from Paradise I'm sure he will chime in here, but Small-Mouth Bass have kept me sane...Ok! Maybe not sane, sane, but at least prevented me from going completely over the edge...
Like most of us I'm a "wage-slave" and can only visit my beloved Au Sable and its trout, if I'm lucky, twice a year. I use to live there, it seemed to my long suffering wife, back in the early-mid 90's...This is no longer the case.
I was laid off and my loving wife said that she would support me no matter what but I needed to "find myself". I had been nominated for a graduate fellowship from the Poli-Sci department at Wayne State here in Detroit and the German department wanted to send me to Germany for a year...She basically was telling me to "shit-or-get-off-the-pot" and get on with it! I loaded the Jeep with fishing gear and headed north to figure it all out...This has nothing to do with Smallies other than to explain that at one time I was spoiled and got a little use to it...
There are some really nice oppotunities, not too far from where I'm sitting now, where the small-mouth fishing is very good. In a minute here already we will be seeing "White-Flies" there...But there are late-season Hex & Iso's and the smallies will smack the dry fly and put a smile on my face...
For many, many years my local fishing stream was mine-all-mine. I fished it nearly alone for 15-20 years...Then someone wrote a book about it and now I'm no longer alone...It was funny, back-in-the-day as they say, when I fished it with the local fisheries guys from U of M who sat it up as a catch-and-release stretch...They put this forth as an experiment and research area for the states small-mouth bass regs, but between you and I there may have been a little bit of self-serving taking place...It was their fishing hole after all. You didn't hear this here from me :)...
Back in the early 90's I was sitting there alone just before dark when I heard some crashing through the brush. It was one of these bio-boys and he was stunned to see me sitting in his fishing hole first off and that I was carrying a fly rod! He explained to me the no-kill thing and then asked me if I had any lead...He was tossing something his son called the "Bloodied Butt Fly"...
He couldn't believe I was fishing dries! He actually said to me that he thought I was going a little small to get the attention of the predator small-mouth. I had on a nigh on perfect imitation of the Ephoron that was spitting off as we spoke and I was trying to distract his attention from. I wouldn't be that bad would I??? There was a period in my life, I'm not too proud of it, where I was as territorial as a chained-to-the-fence pit-bull.
You haven't caught on yet, have you, that your post has got me pumped? I am putting the finishing touches on the holes in my boxes for the "White Fly" hatch, but I will also admit that, over the years, I've learned to toss them something that is bigger and sinks...I bump them right on their snouts and I love it when their mad! I can't quite remember what the "Bloodied-Butt Fly" looked like, but I think I've more than made up for the gap in my memory...
After 20+ years I have the Iso thing down and I'm not telling, but let me tell you something...Once the sun gets below the tree line and you see your first spinner you better get prepared. In late summer, when it's nice and warm still, they don't fool around with courting pleasantries...They get it on and over with and are on the water in no time! And Mr. Small-Mouth isn't shy either!
A few years back I hooked a hog that has burned his way in to my brain...He had to be close to 20"...I have the habit of using my left over Brown Drakes etc from earlier in the season...These are bass here...Well, back to our other thread, they were probably used and de-barbed...He made his first head shaking leap that was nearly chest/shoulder high and I stood there stunned! Smash!! He hit the water and took off and leaped again...This time hip high and shook his head violently twice and threw my fly right back at me! If he had been in trout water that hole would of been wasted for the evening because he flat out tore-it-up!
My heart was pounding and I let out a wail, "You little shit, you shit, you shit!" This was prior to getting my back problems fixed and I sat down on a log and had to gather myself back together...
Anyone else going after the smallmouth this summer?
Nah! Not Spence...:)
Spence