Neighborhood Bass Pond Fishing Pretty Well

Grabbed twenty minutes or so and fished the neighborhood pond after sunset, catching four largemouths on a couple of Senko-style worms, having just jaunted over a hundred yards from my doorstep. Two of them hit on the twitch, one of them socked it off the surface, and the largest of about two pounds or better took the worm on descent in my favorite hole at a big run-off pipe.

So it's fishing pretty well, despite that big fish kill last year, but not quite as well as it used to, and the bass are running smaller, two of them about a pound, another a pound-and-a-half. The recent big rain moved a lot of algae out; although the pond got chemically treated sometime ago, which wiped out the algae, it had started coming back. I don't fish here often, but I pay attention to the pond every day, walking my black Lab Sadie.

North Branch Raritan River Fly Cast Sunfish and Rock Bass

 Doing a little evening fly fishing, this time I hoped remaining trout found groundwater releases during the recent heat spells. Some of them do, at least some. I've seen trout in Mercer County's Stony Brook in water so shallow--but cold--their backs barely rested beneath surface during August. There's probably more springs releasing into the North Branch Raritan.

I caught two redbreast sunfish and a rock bass, feeling if a 12-inch bass were to hit thereafter, the smaller fish would really emphasize the larger, but they were fun to set the Muddler Minnow's hook on and play with my two-weight.

Did some target practice. I've been getting OK at fly casting, but tonight I aimed a number of times at an edge of brush in the water. Of course, over-cast the fly, and it might get hung up, but get it right, and the incentive in just this situation involved enough depth underneath to possibly hold a good fish by river standards. A few times I got the Muddler inches from branches and I never hung up.

I wanted to finish the stint fishing the stretch I photographed and posted (above) just before I began fishing the slower water, but Sadie my black Lab swam across with her leash still on (I know better for next time), got it snagged on a branch, and as she struggled to free herself, the leash unhooked somehow, lost to the dark depths. So Sadie got up on the bank and would not budge, freaked out, and I had to walk up and around and back to get her, since water would have gone up to my chest, with wallet and stuff in my vest.

Maybe next time I'll fish above again.

Bass Blast Topwaters: Light the Fuse

Bloop, bloop, bloop--whomp! The Rebel Pop-R bears an awkward name, but sure action.

Bass Blast Topwaters

Light the Fuse

          Nothing else in bass fishing suggests fireworks better than topwater plugs, buzzbaits and weedless soft plastics. A surface strike from a big bass can impress memory for a lifetime, the suddenness not immediately anticipated. Also like fireworks, topwater fishing has to do with light. Once summer gets underway, the word about bass is early and late. By October, plenty get caught during afternoon hours, but I see boats come off the lake before 8:00 a.m. earlier in the season. The usual notion assumes cooler temperatures in the morning and evening account for better action or any action at all, but research has shown changing light advantages largemouths and smallmouths to see prey such as shiners and sunfish better than they can see the bass. Between first light and the sun angling over the horizon, light intensity transitions from darkness to brilliance. Vice versa in the evening.

          We’ve enjoyed surface action during an early August afternoon with the temperature hovering around 90. A front began to approach; clouds slowly thickened, gradually reducing light. One bass after another struck Hedden Torpedoes fished over a weedy flat 10 feet deep. The next two months produced great topwater action. By October 1st, water temperatures about optimal for bass provoked them to give chase throughout the day. Although my favorite October lure is spinnerbaits, whenever clouds alternated with sun or we fished early in the morning or near sunset, surface plugs or buzzbaits worked well.

          Some anglers claim to have observed bass staying close to bottom during these times of transitional light I’ve mentioned, looking upward to catch the silhouettes of any forage. This state of affairs makes topwaters the perfect offerings. Perhaps the bass cruising the weedy flat in August didn’t actually hug bottom, but trailed about through the milfoil stalking anything situated above them. In any case, topwaters work over weedbeds, however deep the water beneath. They’re also effective in timber fields, which may be 30 or 40 feet deep, although usually shallower depths host taller trunks and may invite better surface fishing, may not. Southern reservoirs are a different story than my home state of New Jersey. Snagless buzzbaits may best tackle any sort of timber, stick-ups and submerged brush, unless you want to test casting accuracy with plugs and treble hooks, which I confess I’ve done in the timber at night to great success.

          Changing light is only part of the story, since the lunkers blasting night surface aren’t influenced by light at all, unless the moon is present. No one I know or have read has reported anything in particular about success when the moon shades in and out of clouds, but it is the same principle we’re discussing—just a matter of degree—so interesting to me.

          During summer and fall, when we get up early to fish bass, we make it to the lake before first light to leisurely prepare for first casts with just enough blue to the east to notice the faintest hint of what’s coming, and we’ve caught bass in this darkness. Whatever my partner really feels, I invest more value in the first cast at this time of day than any other. Invariably, I make sure we position so that cast goes to very shallow water.

          Big bass like shallow water so long as they can get away with it, and for this sort of situation, there really seems no other time like very early and well after sunset. I once aimed my first cast to a corner of an 18-acre pond, the Rebel Pop-R plunking down in a foot of water, and I felt the cast was perfect. “Bloop, bloop, bloop, kablam!” Minutes later, I lifted a bass of almost five pounds, and it was still too dark to get a photo.

          Smallmouths are much the same—even in summer—although in my own limited experience, I’ve had the best topwater action in the evenings. During the day, smallmouths hang close especially to large rocks situated in deep water, yet many spread out as the sun goes down, leaving the protection of shadowing stone, frequenting gravel-bottomed shallows, especially those combined with sparse vegetation holding forage. Typically, I fish surface plugs with quick, cadenced retrieves, covering range and feeling very eager with each cast for a strike, because strikes happen fast and frequent.

          October, on the other hand, witnesses smallmouths in shallows all day long, especially at the heads of deep drop-offs with boulders rising out of the water. It’s fun to cast a variety of plugs or perhaps to stick with a favorite right at rock edges, and more than once, plastic has shattered due to a deliberate, but bad cast. Any time of year when water is sufficiently warm, a classic plug like the Torpedo will last as long as anglers fish bass, because nothing beats the blast of a Torpedo.  

              

New Jersey Salmon Lost and Largemouths Fill the Day

Another long-planned trip during a summer I just won't have time to get out and fish and do other day trips as previous summers. I'm hoping next year or during 2018 I find more time. I took my son, Matt, to North Jersey with both bass and salmon in mind. Before we left Bedminster shortly after 2:00 p.m., I made a quick decision to forego live herring. With only so much time, we would troll for salmon and concentrate more on largemouths. In the past, we've seen salmon come to the surface during July and August to bust herring, and obviously that's an opportunity to get on them. Once last summer, I hooked one after a bust.

But we've only seen this happen under calm conditions, and today the wind blew enough to make positioning with the electric a little troublesome, though I brought an anchor and we used it. I missed a hit from a bass rather early in the pursuit, and then it took awhile before I caught my first. I had been comparing how I approach summer bass to other guys I know who use all sorts of lures. My summer choices for largemouth in recent years have been: weightless Chompers worms, weightless Senko-types, and a wide array of topwaters. And since I catch plenty of bass, I like to keep the approach simple and improve within these limits.

I caught another bass on my next cast after the first, so my fear that the day might prove to be typical of public waters for most who fish began to wane. We went to my favorite spot on this lake and I quickly caught two more. And then another favorite spot, three more, two bass on two consecutive casts and a hit on the third cast from a bass I'm sure would have been the biggest of the day. You can feel those takes and measure them with enough practice. The knot had gone bad and the Chompers with the 2/0 inset hook broke off. These words I write are the surest self-reminder. Check those knots!

One of these three bass from this second favorite spot got hooked way out from the weedline over 30 feet of water or more. I heard a splash and cast to where the commotion had settled, suspecting a largemouth after herring, because last summer, the same event happened. Immediately, I got a take and set the hook into a bass of about 2 1/2 pounds. We think of largemouths as holding close to cover, and far and away, most do. I wouldn't be surprised if the biggest bass in the lake buried themselves so deep in dense weeds, we had no way to get to them, but a marginal number of fish will take liberties--if there's food to be had--such as cruising out in open water near the surface some 20 yards away from weeds. I had told Matt before we came it would be ironic if we never hook up with a five-pounder at this lake, which is known for nice ones, when we did hook a bass that big at Spruce Run Reservoir. I still have hopes, but I'm very impressed with Spruce Run by comparison, fishing it some since last year. Spruce Run bass see a lot of lures and so they're less likely to hit than if they didn't get so pressured, but on the other hand, they don't have forests of weeds in super-clear water to hide in.

"Matt, you've got to catch one." I began positioning the canoe entirely in his favor, refusing to cast where I sure would have otherwise, pointing out to him just where to put that plastic, and he's accurate. We explored some real good looking water, and I snapped on a topwater as wind died. Nothing doing.

I got a hunch and didn't waste a second. As we motored off, I cast my trusty Phoebe out in back of the wake and put the rod in a holder to troll. We moved over 40 or 50 feet of water out towards the lake's middle when I heard a whack and looked sharp. The rod had doubled over. Suddenly a salmon leapt four feet out of the water. I grabbed the rod and felt the weight of this good fish, began pumping, and looked at Matt.

"It's yours."

"Are you sure?"

"Here." I kept line tight as I passed him the rod. "Keep that line tight."

Well, truth be told, I knew that as I passed the rod, chances were good that salmon would rush forward ahead of the tension--just a couple of seconds when neither of us could reel to keep up. Matt reeled in the Phoebe.

These summer salmon stay down at least 30 feet or so. But they are lightening embodied. They sense that Phoebe, see the sunlit reflections in the clear water, and rush up to strike. Thirty feet seems a great distance to a bass fisherman, but to salmon, it's like sport.

We got on the spot I had a feeling about, and Matt quickly caught his first bass, and soon thereafter, a second. I missed another hit on the Chompers, and missed a hit on a Rebel Pop-R. So all told, nine bass and a lost salmon...and a bass bigger may have a Chompers worm stuck on its maw. Three of mine weighed over two pounds and the biggest was pretty close to three.  

 With the Mets T-Shirt on, Matt makes a wild pitch, the Shakespeare reel sort of looking like a baseball, Matt standing in the canoe as if he would fall over backwards, but no, he got the balance he tried for, while I got the shot before he could act like it didn't happen. 

River Cleanup with Central Jersey Stream Team

We worked in the South Branch Raritan River through the South Branch/Branchburg area not very far upstream of the confluence with the North Branch, removing more than a hundred tires and some assorted junk. Central Jersey Stream Team formed in 2013, after a family canoe trip down the South Branch.

"We saw more tires than wildlife," Steve told me. He is an Eagle Scout, so experienced in organizing projects. In three years time, more than 3000 tires have been pulled from the river, and about five tons of metal. Over lunch, some of us discussed the possibility of the removal of so much rust changing the river's pH a little for the better.

Anyone can volunteer. Central Jersey Stream Team's website has a sign-on function. I know I want to do this again, whether or not I have time this summer or next. An excellent group of regulars has a lot more fun than any drudgery.

Whatever the purpose, I like being on a river or wading a river or walking the edge and bank. I'm not limited to fishing, but I especially like practical involvement in some form or other, so long as I take my moments of wide-open appreciation for the surroundings. That's not limited to sight, which involves my camera in turn, since I pay attention to birdsong. And what people have to say.

Next time, I hope to find more tires. At least today, one I sighted in the immediate vicinity of the big tractor tire discovery apparently had some valuable significance for removal, whether or not the others would have found it anyway. We loaded the canoe I steadied, careful that it did not tip with all my expensive camera equipment in the bag on board! Ultimately, we hope to find fewer and fewer, but we're aware that with flood erosion, tires now buried under mud will at least partially emerge. There's work to be done yet. Steve told me they've found plenty dating from the 1950's, whitewalls from a long gone era deposited for us to take and leave a river cleaner than a century ago for the future.

 Andy Still prepares to place a tire in the canoe I used.

Treading for tires.

North Branch Raritan River Summer Trout

Another day with choice in the balance: dog park or a little fly fishing with the black Lab. Well, this time I planned days in advance to do the fly fishing! And as it turned out, in the middle of vacuuming the house, I realized I had minutes before 8:00 p.m., grabbed my gear, and found the two-weight fly line on my Flyrise 1 had somehow got seriously loop-wrapped. Took me 15 minutes to unloop and unwind it all, tie on a Muddler Minnow and go, but I would not comprise on my chosen light approach.

I came for smallmouths, and another fly fisherman happened to be leaving as I got the two photos. He'd caught a redbreast sunfish and seven-inch smallmouth, missed a few trout upstream, and told me about two-pound smallmouths upstream last summer. He used an eight-weight rod--so convincing, that.

I fished a favorite run where I caught a smallmouth fly fishing a few years ago, missed two hits probably from sunfish, and then got freaked out about my camera set aside in the bushes. Some other guy had stopped on his bicycle nearby for a long time, suddenly left, and I hurried to have a look. Of course the camera remained. When you're older, you've had some experience and can't let be as when young and vulnerable.

But this put me just downstream of the exit bridge, and soon I noticed some sip rises. Trout remain in this stretch all through summer. The water temperature surely in the 70's somewhere, I never would go out intending to catch trout with water this warm, but with trout rising in front of me...well. Pretty soon, a trout struck the Muddler at the surface with a splash. Two others barely lipped the fly, but finally one of them whacked it as I stripped, and I caught the rainbow.

I released the trout and it seemed to be perfectly OK. I kept fishing long enough to make sure it didn't belly up somewhere near me. Apparently this fish's lactic acid level resulted in no lethal end.

What a nice half hour to end the day! That's the beauty of a clean smallmouth bass--er--trout river near home. Both.

Photo Shoot Afternoon at Round Valley Recreation Area

Bright mid-day sun isn't ideal for photography, but much of the time I just have to take what I can get. Patricia and I spent Father's Day at Round Valley Recreation Area through the main gate for a little more than a couple of hours in the heat. My favorite of all the photos I took is the candid shot of her absorbed in thought. I had been busy trying to photograph a small blue flower with a sunburst pattern, a shot that didn't work out well. Since I got this photo of my wife in the shade and with my 18-55mm Nikkor kit lens, I feared for the worst, but Lightroom is a savior and the kit lens...really isn't as bad as I tend to think. But you can see the blue in the distant trees I couldn't get right, and the sky is bleached out, so once again, I think I'm buying the 17-55mm that costs a lot of money.

The other shots used my Tokina 11-16mm--great lens--and Nikkor 70-200mm f/4 with a 1.4 Nikkor extender and my Nikon D7100 set to 1.3 crop factor. (I used my tripod to get a shot of the carp at quite a distance.)

 About a hundred carp swarmed in the back of Ranger Cove. The angle--fish at a distance--made them look like a miracle of lake trout at the surface on a 93-degree afternoon.