Trolled a Nice Pickerel

We did a lot of trolling while fishing Clinton Reservoir for three hours. I had suggested we do so after our last outing, because I had caught a lot of pickerel and bass trolling Tilcon Lake in recent years. Today, I mostly trolled my favorite Storm Hot 'n Tot that gets down 10 or 12 feet, deeper when I let out more line, though I also tried a jointed Rapala in shallows. Brian insisted on shallow running plugs, because he knows someone who recently caught bass on unweighted live herring over 20, 30, and 40 feet of water. 

We also cast rocky shorelines. I used a Senko, Brian plugs and a Chatterbait. Nothing happened this time. 

Wind was pretty heavy. I thought overcast skies would be in our favor, but perhaps the Senko was effective last time because bass tucked in close to shore to hide from the sunlight in shadows. 

After we had got pretty far down lake, Brian spoke about his favorite cove, and when we got there, I felt my confidence grow after I had got a solid hit on the Storm diver. Brian had me sit in the back and run the electric, and I had been setting the speed pretty low, now watching the line intently and feeling as if something more would happen. A minute or two later, the pickerel hit powerfully. I thought I had a nice smallmouth on, until the fish leapt three feet out of the water. Twenty-one-and-a-half inches. 

 

Laurie's Report

 Laurie Murphy:

Several nice fish have made their way to the scale this past week. Clint Myers , fishing with herring in Byram Cove had a 5 lb 6 oz walleye. Jerry Freeman, of Mount Arlington also had a walleye weighing 3 lb 7 oz along with a 2 lb 9 oz Largemouth Bass. Rich Guarini , landed his 5 lb Largemouth in Great Cove, Nolans Point. Hunter Good had several Largemouth with his largest weighing in at 3 lb 7 oz.  Jim Welsh had his limit of crappies with the largest being 1 lb 10 oz along with some walleye and hybrid stripers and Lou Marcucci had a smallmouth weighing 3 lb 13 oz. Gary Bruzaud along with his daughter Saige Bruzaud,  and her friend Megan Kelleher had their limit of Hybrids all in the 6 pound range along with some nice crappies. Have a great week !

Barnegat Inlet Keeper Fluke and Tog

The first thing I noticed was the relative low water level and my ability to see bottom beyond the jetty rocks. Last August, tide was high and there was some water on the rocks. We strapped on Korkers. Yesterday, we had Korkers but never put them on. I wondered about the fluke's willingness in such "shallows," but I couldn't argue with the several or more keepers on stringers, caught by more than several others out there fishing. The fish had been lowered between rocks so you could see stringer lines leading down into brine pools underneath. No one was fishing the inlet side this time. Blackfish (tautog) are out of season, but you can take home triggerfish and sheepshead, though they're much less commonly caught.

Fred had raked a bunch of sand fleas or mole crabs. He tried a spot recommended to him and caught only a small handful there, so we rode on to Loveladies (Long Beach Island) and found them abundant. Fred told me even fluke and stripers are getting caught on them, due to a lack of forage fish in the water. 

Nevertheless, I fulfilled my habit of buying killies. Fred offered me Gulp! to use instead. That's what he's been catching his fluke on, but I like using killies. In August, I bought a pint for $10.00. At the same bait shop, I paid $15.00 for a pint yesterday. (Imagine if wages inflated like that. Well, it's a tough world.)

Casting on the ocean side for fluke, we began hooking up immediately. I felt a little disoriented, as if Fred's Fishbites Gulp! knockoffs should somehow be a little less productive than killies, but he was picking off little fluke left and right. Mine were bigger. The first one was about a half inch under the new 17" legal size. He was more than doubling my count. 

Blackfish weren't quite as abundant as they were in August, but bigger. My 17-incher put up such a fight that, for a long while, I thought I had hooked a 10-pound fish. It didn't take drag the way a hybrid striper does or a Jack Crevalle in Florida. (The less than four-pounder I caught in the Gulf took longer runs than a hybrid of the same size would.) The tog was hard to move. For a maybe somewhat less than three-pound fish, the resistance was powerful. Fred felt it with his 17-incher, too. He also caught a 15-incher and a few others.

Fred's caught tog as big as 4.4 pounds off the rocks, but never dogfish until yesterday. He caught two or three and I caught two. 

In total, Fred caught 21 fluke, no keepers. My total of seven included an 18 1/2-inch keeper. He finally gave the killies a shot when the pint had nearly emptied. He put a killie on one hook, a Gulp! on another, catching five little fluke that way. Not one took the killie. So now there's some evidence that my prejudice in favor of live killiefish is just my preference and not that of the fish, though it leads one to wonder why I caught the bigger. A fish took the very biggest killie of the assortment, too, though I never knew if it was a nice fluke or a shark. Whatever it was felt heavy for a sec.

It's a tough world and I'd rather get on with it than complain. We fished more than five hours, and it wasn't until I became aware of our need to hike out that the heft of the ocean environment began to grow on me. Not in the negative way of breaking through defenses and being something to feel imposing, but of dissolving defenses so I myself merge, enlarge, and awaken to blissfulness. So I felt a little sad, knowing we had to leave, but mostly just ready to stick to the plan, which trumps all else. It was a hell of a hard walk on the beach to Fred's SUV, too, but once we got into that vehicle, I began talking. I had been trying to talk as we walked, but the stress of boots in the dry sand was too much.

There's another side to life. You have to pass through the Great Outdoors to get there.

 

"Crab" Rake

Sand Flea or Mole Crab

Dogfish Shark

Piers

 

Eighteen-Inch Bass

I've opened a You Tube channel under my full name, Bruce Edward Litton. This one is very short and to the point. Hope you check out some of the others and subscribe if you'd like. I admit some of them are kind of rough to start off with, but at least half of them seem pretty good.

Clinton Reservoir Bass, Pickerel, Big Bluegill

Haven't been up to fish any of the Newark Reservoirs in 10 years. Back then, I did own an inflatable boat, but the best we could do there was fish from shore, though that didn't interest me enough to continue going up there and following through the next year. Now it appears things will be interesting, since Brian bought a boat. We did fairly well today, putting 11 fish in the boat, fishing less than four hours. Some good-sized fish. The biggest was my largemouth of 20 inches, but if Brian's 25-inch pickerel were a fat fish, it would have weighed perhaps a half pound less Stay tuned, because we'll fish Clinton Reservoir again, and the search engines won't rank the post as high as this one on the reservoir. The Newark Reservoirs are a total of five: Canistear Reservoir, Oak Ridge Reservoir, Echo Lake, and Charlottesburg Reservoir. We could have a tour ahead of us.

We find the Clinton Reservoir fairly clear, bottom showing five or six feet down. Under the intense sun, I did catch a small pickerel trolling a #5 Rapala Floater while on the way under electric power to a certain cove, but once we got there, all I wanted to do was cast a Senko into shadow along the shore. That worked within minutes, when I hooked and managed to boat the big largemouth, which put up a hell of a fight. But afterwards, it was slow going, although eventually another bass grabbed my Senko and pulled it off the hook. Brian did catch a nice pickerel of about 21 inches on that same Rapala, which he cast on my St. Croix while also live-lining a shiner. He later caught a smallmouth about a foot long in the shadow along that shoreline, before we moved to another cove.

There, I saw a sizeable fish rise, and so I cast my Senko to the disturbance. I've done the same in other situations successfully. Result? The 18-inch largemouth Brian photographed. Afterwards, all the way back in the shallows of the cove, I caught another small pickerel on a topwater plug. 

Brian also brought his Loomis fly rod with a yellow popper trailing a hare's ear nymph. As we motored slowly along a shoreline, he let his flies trail behind. Suddenly the fly reel was making a lot of noise. The bluegill he's showing off like a ham in the photo was really a nice fish. It looks a little smaller than the real life impression it gave. 

He'd caught another pickerel or two on the way into that cove, but his best action of the day besides that bluegill came right before we exited at the ramp. He had already told me that last he fished here, he had lost a really big fish when he encountered a huge school of baitfish. The baitfish weren't there this evening, but Brian's 25-inch pickerel caught on a live shiner was a great way to end a nice outing.

We have continued to fish Clinton Reservoir. This is a big one, caught September 1, 2022.

 

I've included links to our other outings at Clinton below. It's not meant to be read as advertisement. If you respect the texts by reading them, you will understand they are not ads. The one immediately below I regard as best literarily. What's more, it's no mystery that fish exist in Clinton Reservoir. I don't believe it's a sin to admire some, photographed before their release. These are not nudes. Fish are naked but never nude in the human sense, so if it's shocking to see photographs of fish, I suggest you remember the 1970's when we admired them as fish and did not confuse them with human status as "porn."

Trolling Pickerel at Clinton

Tough Outing at Clinton

Post-Spawn Smallmouths at Clinton

Chilly Trolling

To the Dam at Clinton

April Trolling at Clinton

One Pickerel Broke the Skunk at Clinton

 Nice Topwater Bite

Oak Ridge

Lake Hopatcong Early June Action

Kevin Murphy was more sure of us succeeding than I. It wasn't that I didn't see his persuasion--that I know the spots and so on--but that in spite of the likelihood we'd do well the first week of June, I allowed doubt to hedge the bet. That's not a bad idea, really, because there's never a guarantee. And until morning wore on, we hadn't done especially well, my having caught only two nice-sized crappies--and a pickerel and small largemouth for Kevin.

We began by trolling my favorite spot for hybrids. I have caught them on the troll this late in the spring and with water temps in the low 70's. Water temps were in the low 70's this morning. Once again, the trolling lanes utterly failed attempts, as they did during May last year. We moved on to a shallow cove and switched out our sinking Rapalas (not Countdowns and I forget the name) for #5 Floaters. Weeds weren't as bad as other times, and the quick response of a 12-inch crappie beat last year's skunker here. We returned to the shallow cover after catching nothing in Byram Bay besides Kevin's one-pound bass on a Senko. We had worked the large acreage pretty thoroughly, both by trolling and casting Senkos. I actually got tired of throwing a Senko and welcomed trolling again. And once we did re-enter the shallow cove--all chopped up by increased wind--the response from the fish was pretty heartening. I caught four more crappies, and Kevin caught one. All seven of our crappies but one of them was 12 or 13 inches long.

From there I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I just led us out, trolling along the shoreline, and pretty soon a 14-inch largemouth grabbed my #5 Floater. I gravitated to casting Senkos again, and by now it was nearly noon, after we had got on the lake at 6:00 a.m. Nothing yielded for a while, but I told Kevin I felt in the flow, while he clearly seemed absorbed in the fishing, too. 

We came around a point to a sort of cup where water goes back, and while I understood where to put a Senko--in the relative shallows that pan out there--I felt yes and no. I knew it was a likely spot, and I knew I had fished plenty of likely spots for nothing but the exercise. I saw rocks I hadn't been aware existed there. They intensified my interest like suddenly increased light. I put my Senko just beyond the mish-mash of them and saw the line move off rapidly. I set the hook. Saw I had a nice smallmouth. Sixteen inches or so. 

There was another spot we hit where I had hooked up in the past. Nothing happened there today. But around a bend, shallower water exists where many times I've tried, though not me nor anyone fishing with me has had any action. Part of the reason I welcomed the spot today is because it got us out of the wind. And it wasn't just one spot, but a length of shoreline to explore. Maybe we had fished 15 minutes when it became clear Kevin had a very nice bass on. For all of his certainty that we would catch fish today, he expressed doubt that he could get this bass in. So I coached him best I could; even though that doubt of his was infectious, But I knew he could get this fish.

"Let it run," I said. The drag continued to screech. The fish stopped. "Now work it up."

"I don't think I can get this fish up," Kevin said.

"Just ease it up. I'll get the net under it," I said.

And then when I seemed to have my moment, the bass jumped over the net and dove again. But Kevin did get it back to the surface; I got the net underneath and lifted. 

Twenty inches.  

Hopatcong Largemouths to 20 Inches

 

Tried Dry Flies for Browns

I had intended for months to fish dry flies here in May, so I didn't miss the mark by much. It rained heavily last night, and the water was a little high and a little stained. To me, that felt fishy as if the browns might be feeding. I had arrived late in the morning and the sun never came out until I was done almost an hour-and-a-half later, so even though the morning had lingered awhile, it felt early. Temperature was about 70 and I guess the water might have been in the low 60's. Browns make it through summer here, so it stays pretty cool.

I never got hit, but I never gave in to nymphing, even though that might have made sense after a rainstorm. I felt entranced by the casting, placing my dries where they might be effective, the repeated casting to dry them off, and the hope that something would break surface. That's happened to me here in Jersey before from wild browns, but I admit my successes are few. 

I got to remembering the sunfish I'd also caught on my TFO two-weight, and wondering if I can get some smallmouth action on it over here at the North Branch near home. Pretty soon I'll retire, and since I like to get lost in time, just letting the hours pass as I try to do something--like catch a few smallies on the TFO--I probably will. But my imagination carried me further. I began to think I could get on a jet in Newark and go rent an SUV in Colorado to fly fish spring creeks. Then I suddenly remembered a ranger friend from when I worked at Fiddler's Elbow, who told me about fly fishing native rainbows in Alaska. All I'd have to do is message him and take the info with me on a plane for that destination. And pay the cost. 

So...yeah...but naturally my thoughts turned to more accessible waters. That same ranger despises fly fishing in New Jersey as involving trout "you have to work for." I don't mind a little work. And it's possible that when I have more time, I'll enjoy the casting and find some fish. I am going to be busy at my writing. It's not like you'll read six fishing stories from me each week, but what the hell. I always think of Zane Grey, who wrote more than a hundred books, if memory serves me, and he got out and fished all the time.