A belated Happy Independence Day to all Troutnuts! It is NOT my favorite holiday, due to the influx of terrorists - er, I mean TOURISTS - this entire week because the 4th was on a Wednesday. And...well, drunk people setting off explosives, which has already been happening for two weeks at least around here. Ah, the great Up North, where the Citiots (Flatlanders, Downbelowers...and yeah, I DID mean terrorists) think they can do whatever they want whenever they want with no consequences. Which includes leaving trash everywhere, especially if it's an alcoholic beverage container or associated carrier. Talking to a few friends over the last day or so, they have said that they have found loads of people EVERYWHERE. A walk from my house down to Three Pipes on the Au Sable only drew 2 or 3 deer flies, but the beach had at least 100 people on it, with more floating down the river. Would have been a nice day for snorkeling, but...
Do I sound like I am bitching? Damn right I am! As are pretty much all of my friends (they taught me the names above, after all). Soooo...where to go to escape the crowds and actually DO SOMETHING besides sitting in my air conditioning? Someplace without camping, kinda out-of-the-way, not a heavily used access...I chose the bass pond at Clark's Marsh, and lucked out with one car coming out as I was driving in and nobody else there! Only one problem, the third curse of July: DEER FLIES. It's peak season, nice and hot like they like it, and they were all over me almost as soon as I was walking down the trail. And wouldn't leave me alone the whole time, which didn't last long for obvious reasons! I smacked as many as I could but I couldn't get them all and they just kept coming. On top of this, the fish weren't terribly enthusiastic - two of my best flies brought no strikes whatsoever (#10 POG Bugger and KBF). A chartreuse Woolly Bugger with grizzly hackle brought an average largemouth, a nice colorful pumpkinseed, and the smallest bluegill I've ever caught there (5") out to play, the first two bending the rod over good. I got to see all three fish take the fly - the chartreuse showed up well in the fairly clear water and I could see it disappear every time a fish grabbed it! Fun to fish visually like that...but those damned flies drove me out, getting in my face and biting up my hands and arms good. Itching plenty today...
After that, I drove to a little creek that crosses under a dirt road, with a culvert between two nice pools up- and downstream. I've actually caught brookies there before - it's a little trib to the Pine - but the hot weather probably had them all turned off, though the water didn't look low. I mustered up one little chub on the POG Bugger so at least I didn't get skunked there either! But again the deer flies came after me in numbers and started chomping down on me again, not to mention trying to fly up my nose, etc. And sadly, there were plenty of wildflowers blooming in both places, black-eyed Susans and daisies and etc. but the flies were so distracting I didn't want to give them more opportunities to puncture me! I got these beautiful milkweeds on the way in to Clark's Marsh, and wasn't assaulted by deer flies there because I wasn't near the water, so I have something to show you anyway...
Then I spent the evening at a friend's place in town and listed to what sounded like a major battle going on all around us. I guess I got my fascination with explosives out of my system when I was in the Army, where we had REAL explosives to play with (carefully!). I remember "grenade day" in Basic Training, when we all got to throw one live one (versus the blue practice ones that just went "pop"). Marching into the range we heard what sounded like thunderclaps, as if lightning bolts were hitting things and blowing them to pieces. Whoa, are those the grenades? Yeah they were...in fact we each got to watch one go off though a periscope from behind a cinder-block wall, and they make a fireball the size of a Volkswagen Beetle. Ouch!
Well, got robbed of a full week's worth of classes too, due to the middle-of-the-week holiday. It would have been difficult to go ANYWHERE without encountering "civilians" who love to come over and ask "What are you doin'?" Not to mention feeding the deerflies, but then again they'll be around for a while...won't be fishing a few places during this time!
Jonathon
No matter how big the one you just caught is, there's always a bigger one out there somewhere...