Private Ponds for Largemouths and Crappies

I had the good fortune to take Tom Savko's invitation and fish a couple of ponds with him. Small and shallow, they hold really big bass in spite of appearances. Tom's caught a number of them around seven pounds, his largest seven and a half. Plenty more four and five pounds. He caught a four-pounder today on his second cast with a spinnerbait in close to the bank among lily pads. He got it against the bank, where somehow the line broke: 

Tom tried to catch the hook of his spinnerbait with the tip of his stout rod.

The water badly stained in that first pond we fished, I managed to catch two small bass on a spinnerbait with a chrome Colorado blade, but then tried, by Tom's suggestion, one of his with a brass blade, catching another bass. Tom had caught three or four more small ones. Finally, I tied on a Senko and caught one more from beside pads. All the while I felt the presence of big bass in that muddy water. Tom missed a hit right at the surface from another bass of about four pounds, but unless one of my missed hits was such a fish, I never drew any to my offerings. We fished all the way around the pond.

At the second pond we fished, I said, "Maybe there's a bass by that shadowline," and winged my Senko into sunlit water next to shade. First cast in proximity to a pond corner, but many yards from the bank. I got a pick-up but missed out on setting the hook. Tom tried for crappies with a jig under a bobber, catching a couple of bluegills, while I quickly landed three bass, none of them larger than a pound, and missed another hit. Tom having switched to a spinnerbait, I leapt ahead down along the shoreline to s small point, where nothing hit my Senko, although by casting all the way across the pond to some sticks, I missed a couple of hits.

My right arm is in bad shape. I fear it could be serious. I don't know what it is. A popped tendon, or something. Just playing bass under a pound was a little stressful, and I dread what a five-pound hybrid striper might do to me next month. I love catching those fish. The fight is the best I know. So I feel put off, for sure. Today, my casting ability was affected. And so was getting hooks set. I'm patient with it. I never want to jump the gun and see a doctor too soon. I trust the thing to heal. It gave me trouble for months after I arm wrestled my son, then got better. Whatever it is, it's related. 

Meanwhile, as I fished near that point, Tom drove the large ATV up, cast his spinnerbait alongside that point, and scored a small bass. Soon, we got all the way back at the pond's end, and I missed a hit from a bass that felt pretty good, though I don't believe it was more than a pound and a half, if that. Just not certain.

Done giving the ponds the best we could, we ate lunch at a deli restaurant, talking fishing. He spoke about having fished bass tournaments, so I mentioned that I used to be a member of Mercer County Bassmasters. "So was I," he said. He joined a year or so after I left for college. He's fished local, state, and national tournaments. For one of the nationals, an event on the Hudson, he got paired with Rick Clunn. This astonishes me. Luck of the draw, but who knows, really, what unseen mechanism of fortune might guide chance. It's dangerous to be too optimistic about events in your favor--in case you fail to see threats--but it's not a matter of any of us being at the mercy of the elements, because we know anyone exposed too long to nature doesn't make it; rather, something deep within each of us, and linked to one another, seems to help guide our lives, if we allow it to.

Tom told me he learned a lot from Clunn. "Sheer genius," he said. And he told me Clunn volunteered to let him have the front of the boat for half of the total of the tournament hours. 

Today I got to see a part of Jersey I haven't seen in 40 years, though I used to see these places quite often. Seeing the past right before my physical eyes had a calming effect for a good hour or so, but I'm glad I moved away from that wider area to make a home with my own family. Now that today I've been where I used to be, I remember the early years with my wife-to-be in this region where we've lived for more than 25 years now, and realize by comparison especially with the years of my upbringing how familiar it's become.

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Big Brown Trout Wins Knee Deep Derby

Laurie Murphy:

"The Knee Deep Club held their trout and pickerel contest on April 14th 2019. There were over 50 entrants in each contest. Placing first in the pickerel contest was Justin Ameye with a 3 lb 14 oz fish. Second place went to Mike Rastiello, also with a 3 lb 14 oz pickerel and third place went to Freddie Nitek.  Fourth thru sixth place winners each won a gift certificate. They were Justin Hendriksen, Tyler LaMantia and Jim Salerno. Their fished weighed in at 3 lb 4 oz and 3 lb 3 oz. The trout winners included Jack Dziduch with a 9 lb 6 oz Brown trout, Tyler LaMantia with a 3 lb 15 oz and Frank Schweiger with a 13 oz fish. Hunter Good, John Moran and Gary Bruzaud each won a gift certificate. The next contest, to be held on Sunday May 5th, 2019, will be the Panfish Challenge. You can call the shop at (973)663-3826 for more info, or check out the Knee Deep Club’s website. Some other notable catches the past week or so included John Moran with a 4 lb 2 oz Smallmouth Bass, Jim Welsh with a 1lb 14 oz crappie and Jake Bozik with a Largemouth weighing 5 lb 12 oz.  Bass season is now closed so remember it is catch and release only and the season will reopen again on June 16th. For the month of April, We will be open 7 days a week from 6 AM until 6:30 PM. Hours will change again on May 1st and we will then be open from 5:30 AM until 7 PM. Have a great week!!!"

Musconetcong River, Hakehokake Creek, Lockatong Creek: Salmon Eggs for Trout

Jorge and I first stopped at Raritan River North Branch to check on water clarity Monday morning; the river was almost up to the banks. Today, fishable. So, as planned, we rode on to Saxton Falls. My first time ever seeing the spot besides in numerous photos--the place is New Jersey's Opening Day symbol. I felt surprised at how close it is to Tilcon Lake. Jorge had never before visited the area but had Saxton Falls on his wish list.

It fished slow. We missed a couple of hits, and I caught a 10-incher on a salmon egg using my newly made microlight rod and the one-pound test Suffix I mentioned two posts ago. Jorge used the microlight I bought at former Ray's Sporting Goods in North Plainfield in 2000. No use hanging around when maybe somewhere else would yield more fish, so we tried a spot in Hackettstown, not even getting a tap, and then rode 10 miles or so south to Changewater. I once caught a rainbow there in July on one of my fly rods using a wet fly of some sort. The hole is deep with strong current and good seams. I missed a hit, and then a big one got hooked, drag screaming as it got in strong current, one-pound test breaking. I had tested the drag on the little reel and knew it wasn't very good, but I thought maybe acceptable. Line raced off the spool; I doubt the slight unevenness of drag tension resulted in the break. Besides, that fish was headed deep south. The current runs heavily on downstream as far as you can see. No stopping that trout.

Jorge got some taps. We both felt trout nibbling uncertainly, but I managed to catch and release a couple about 10 inches long and have Jorge net a nice one at just slightly under 16 inches. I had made a point to myself about releasing trout here, because survivors holdover, but the big one my wife would appreciate. It had taken awhile to get the fish to the net. And thumbing a spool to help control drag when line test is that light--that's tricky. I had never done it before with line that light.

Taking lunch felt relaxing. Sunlight felt warm. Traffic didn't bother us much. I felt especially good because of the big one I had just caught. Salmon egg drifting can seem simple when you've done it for years, but you'd be a fool to forget that all sorts of factors are involved in choosing casts that hit the target space easily only because of prior learning.

The spot fished slow after we clambered back down the bank. I quit after 10 minutes, gathered my camera bag, and began working my way up. I slipped on loose stones, thinking quickly to drop my rod as I fell, saving it from breaking on a sharp boulder edge. The same instantaneous calculation made sure none of my weight fell on that bag with about half a year's worth of wages invested in it. A big rock rolled down from under my left boot, and I turned to make sure it wouldn't strike Jorge's rod. 

Almost 60, I'm still quick. No injury. But I'm not nearly as steady on my feet as during my teens when I danced on rocks.

Experienced for years in the Hunterdon Hills rising over the Delaware River, I knew we had a chance at finding more trout than we might by fishing more Musconetcong spots. The long ride occasioned lots of stories from me about my son's former passion at finding and photographing reptiles. Amphibians, too. New Jersey offers all sorts of wild opportunities, and even as we traveled, Jorge marveled at rural countryside he had never before seen. Hakehokake Creek--as I feared--had no trout in it. We walked and waded, fishing as we progressed perhaps about two hundred yards. The state really shouldn't ignore little streams like this. They provide for classic microlight fishing. 

Compared to a river like the one we had just abandoned, a little stream like the Hakehokake, comprising many tributaries adding up to two main stems about 15 feet wide, a stream like this is made up of mostly shallow holding water, trout often visible to cast to or else hidden under rocks or ledges, materializing suddenly to take an egg knocking along near bottom while carried by current. The little rod is perfect. You don't need to stay in a spot for long--if a trout is there, it will most likely respond to the egg. The pace quickens expectation, and it can be a lot of fun. 

I waded one of the two stems of the stream for nearly a half mile back in 1978, catching 33 rainbows while fishing microlight with eggs as I always did unless fishing brown trout, and the likes are some of the most exciting fishing I've known. There's an intimate quietness about it. Compared to fishing beyond the reef off Big Pine Key in Florida, to cite a wide-open experience, it's close-quartered but challenging in its own right.

I know Hakehokake has wild browns--somewhere--but they're not for salmon eggs anyhow, even though Jorge did catch one two years ago on an egg in Peapack Brook. Water clear in Milford today, I knew some rainbows would be visible, if any there, and if only a very few existed hidden under crevices and so forth, most likely one or two of them would have sprung for an egg. 

We moved on, following CR 519 a long way to Lockatong Creek in Kingwood Township. In recent years, amply stocked.

Water muddied there, I told Jorge about my son and I fishing off-color water there once before, successfully. So I got some fire-red eggs from my trunk. I Missed a hit almost immediately, and not too long thereafter, caught one in a shallow riffle. Then I determined where a pod of trout lay under the 519 bridge. I caught a couple and when hits stopped coming, moved downstream. That's where the unavoidable--often--missed-hit syndrome developed. When I returned to Jorge under the bridge, I had two more rainbows, having missed seven hits, having also lost one during the fight, and having suffered a break-off from another. On the whole, though, one-pound test performed excellently. We fished under the bridge a while longer, missed some hits, and caught two more trout.

Some of the best of this outing involved long travel time and talk. I'm especially happy Jorge has plans to take his three boys to Lake Hopatcong again this summer. I'm also impressed with his wish list, and brought up some recommendations of my own, including Swartswood State Park salamanders. Finding them may not be something done as an adult outing, but kids feel amazed, and just as important, you do too.

We traveled 119 miles.

Hakehokake Creek

Book I'm at Work On

Catching Panfish: Year Round

Prize Panfish

By Bruce Litton

          Rock bass, pumpkinseeds, bluegills, redbreast sunfish, green sunfish, crappies, yellow perch and white perch, they all taste great when fried in a skillet, but more to them exists than a grab bag taken home after fishing. I mention rock bass first for two reasons. They’re a secret favorite of mine because of my fly fishing as a boy at Stony Brook in Mercer County, and because my son and I never caught any on our favorite Lake Hopatcong until last year. One of those, almost a pound, took a herring set for walleye, 25 feet down. They’re not proper bass, but not sunfish, either, and the more familiar you become with them, the less of a nuisance they may seem.

          Every panfish is a beauty. Rings, pearls, and all the rosy hues of sunrise. Steal away under cover of twilight, and let the sun’s first rays find reflection. Even brown tones on a rock bass have luster to admire. Pumpkinseeds feature fantastic colors. When hooked, rock bass and crappies don’t kick like bluegills or pumpkinseeds, but if every fish fought the same, we could never feel variety in the game’s wonder. Redbreasts don’t grow as large as other panfish. Nor do green sunfish, although I’ve caught some weighing nearly a pound on the Delaware River, fighting hard on light tackle.

          A good friend of mine, Noel Sell, specializes in panfish, using a Loomis rod and Daiwa Certrate 1003 spinning reel. He fishes VMC Mooneye, Lunker City Fin-S, and Cubby jigs, among others. Jigging, even plugging for perch and crappies, will satisfy in sporting ways, but why turn your nose down on small nightcrawlers? Live bait given, for fish taken, immerses you in nature. Lures never balance natural approach to natural pursuit as bait can. We never bother with bobbers, crimping split shots and often pressing a Berkeley Worm Blower, instead. A hypodermic needle injects air into a crawler’s tail. Some fishing is hot enough to skip this tactic, when we use nightcrawler pieces to save supply.

           It’s up to you. My son and I fish lures or bait as we find fit. You don’t need a Loomis rod and an expensive reel for either purpose, unless the likes suit your pleasure. We use ultra-light rods I built myself from St. Croix blanks, not to save money, savings were little, but for the personal value of craft well done. The 1000-series reels we mount cost about 50 bucks. I also enjoy catching redbreast sunfish on nymph patterns at the North Branch Raritan, on my 2-weight TFO fly rod and Flyrise 1 reel.

           Panfishing happens year round. When Orion the Hunter slips behind sunlight, silvery white perch are a South Jersey winter chase, yellow perch classic ice fishing statewide. I never forget a January foray for sunfish at a Stony Brook pool, edged by ice, below a dam eight feet high just upstream of Carter Road. I was 12 years old and desperate for a bite on my worm, which never happened, but in the mansion of memory, it is the best attempt. I still feel the bitter cold. And relish it.

          If you fish a pond early in the spring for bass, and that water temperature you’re so eager to witness hit the 50-degree mark isn’t there, you might spot sunnies in the shallows. Usually they’re small, but the size you want to hook position a little deeper where you don’t see them. They’ll take worms or nightcrawlers. They’ll knock a jig, too. On lakes, such as Hopatcong, Greenwood, Assunpink, or Union, various reservoirs too, maneuver a boat into coves and fish those residual weeds. If coves aren’t weedy, such as Spruce Run Reservoir’s, you’ll still find fish in protected spots. White perch will position deep, however, and during the fall, we often catch them on herring in Lake Hopatcong, while fishing for walleye and hybrid stripers.

         Warm water finds panfish almost everywhere deep as weeds grow, and shallower, but white perch roam openly. On Manasquan Reservoir, we once trolled Rat-L-Traps behind the electric-powered boat as we shuttled between spots, seeking largemouths. Maybe hybrid stripers would hit.

          Whack! “Hey, it’s a pretty good fish!”

          But not hybrid. One after another, we caught white perch in deep open water, each about a pound-and-a-half. I regret not tossing them on the boat’s floor to take home and fry. My specialist friend might commend our releasing them, since he’s conservation minded, but he does own a meat smoker and uses it on fish.

          Panfish come easily. Go light and you’ll get some. Unless the challenge involves a frigid stream, you can almost always count on plenty. The ultimate test is to get over any denigration and prize them. I’ve secretly acknowledged their status ever since that day near Princeton.

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Feeling the Urge

I felt dormant over the winter. Very busy, very active, but not much out-of-doors. I finally felt familiar urges to get out, and on a notepad while at work, sketched in few words plans to wake early and fish salmon eggs for trout, and if we get a warm morning, cast spinners for bass again. I did get out and fish spinners twice unsuccessfully in recent weeks, and feel good about that, but I'd like to connect.

I was up at 7:00 a.m. today, but not on way to the water, but to Bernardsville Auto for front brakes, thinking I was a fool not to have Mike Maxwell do them and save me an hour-and-a-half travel and time there all-round. (We picked the car up tonight.) Mike lives here in the neighborhood and replaces brakes in front of his condo. Less expensively, too. Not to mention that he's a good friend I could have helped out, but he doesn't do oil changes. John at Bernardsville Auto did that last week...when he discovered the need of brakes. And, since he's done work for us for the past 20 years or so, we couldn't skip out on him and be polite.

So, in short, I'm too busy to get out. I had hoped to fish salmon eggs with Mike Maxwell on Opening Day, and if I couldn't get out then, as it happened, then on Monday or Tuesday. I later remembered, almost just in time, my doctor appointment Monday morning, and something else knocked out Tuesday.

I haven't fished with Mike in ages, and would really like to.

Plans will hold--I'm sure--for Wednesday with Jorge. Salmon eggs for trout, but we're bringing some rather large jigs, too, after Fred Matero sent me a photo of his 19-inch rainbow Saturday that struck a two-inch Powerbait paddletail. We'll use those on heavier so-called "ultra" light rods. We will enjoy a big day.

The microlight rod I've been building is almost done. I put the first coat of varnish on the wraps tonight. I have a 2.5/64 rod tip I got from Mudhole for it, but it's an ice fishing rod tip with a large diameter ring to combat ice formation. I have searched and searched online, and just cannot find a tip top with a 2.5 tube or smaller and a ring with narrow diameter. The microlight I bought at Ray's Sporting Goods in North Plainfield--my wife and I lived in that town for a year, good memories--had the perfect tip top until I broke the tip section immediately below it and lost that tip top, but when it comes to finding the likes, the market seems completely empty. There just isn't enough demand, or not as yet. Maybe if my book gets published, demand will develop. After all, for a couple of decades after I broke news about the microlight method in The New Jersey Fisherman, 1977, microlight rods did become available on the market. You find anything like them very rarely now. Stanhope Bait and Boat did carry a four-foot Mity Master a year ago. I don't find the brand online. Three-and-a-half feet is more like it, though I have no complaint about the three feet, 10 inches of the rod I bought at Ray's.

At least I found a 2.0/64 tube tip top at Jann's Netcraft with a somewhat smaller diameter ring. That goes to show just how light the tips of my microlights. Ultralight rod tip sections are about twice as thick, taking 4.0/64 tip tops. I ordered two at $1.05 each and they should arrive in days. With shipping, the order was $9.45. (You could mail them in a little envelope, they're so light.)

I also got Suffix one-pound test, which will be interesting.   

Tried Bedminster Pond Again

Told Mike Maxwell earlier they'd be hitting over there. Two of us stood outside, temps in the 60's. It's funny how in society we tend to be so sure of ourselves, even when, at least on a deeper level, we know better. Bass are fickle this time of year. Fishing can be real good, like March 31st last year at 56 degrees when I caught eight in about an hour at this pond. Or, despite even "better" temperature, they don't hit at all. There has to be some reason for it, and it is true wind had come up, the front blowing in, temperature slipping easily, but I don't know if that was why.

I soon switched out my Blue Fox for a Mepp's Aglia that allowed me a slower retrieve through shallows. I like the reflecto tape on the blade, too, in sunlight like this afternoon's. Soon after casting that more than a dozen times, I switched to a Senko, and after nothing took it along a sunny shoreline where I catch bass when they're hitting, I headed towards that deep corner I remarked on last week.

I began fishing the edges of all that brush in the water. You would think a few bass would be there and willing to take a Senko, but nothing happened. In the meantime, I noticed someone else was fishing the corner itself, so I left him alone, and eventually got back to that sun-exposed shoreline, switching out for the Mepp's again.

I did get some suspicious bumps. No weed came in on the treble. And you'd think one of those bumps, if it were wood, would result in some grab, but that never happened. It was if bass just bumped the blade momentarily. Who knows.

Bass are certainly there somewhere in that pond. I also saw a golden/white carp about 28 inches long, when I finished by fishing a pretty deep corner out of the sun near the lot. That fish moved along the edge just out from shore persistently, active as I expected of the bass.

Some kind of duckweed growing in the water.

https://littonsfishinglines.blogspot.com/2018/03/18-inch-largemouth.html

South Branch Raritan 53 Degrees this Morning

South Branch Raritan Ken Lockwood Gorge six days before the Opener.

If I were a true diehard, I would have got up at dawn this morning and fished Bedminster Pond. I know this, because I was right on the pulse of local waters during my teens. Yesterday, temperatures climbed to nearly 80. I think it was in the 60's when I walked Sadie near midnight. If I were still a true diehard, I would have realized dawn would be a real good time to fish bass today.

Trish walked Sadie early. It was warm out.

Instead, I had introduced Trish to Jim Holland at Shannon's Fly Shop in Califon this afternoon, and in the course of conversation, he told us the river's temperature this morning was 53. I was taken off-guard by this information, truly astonished...kind of like a greenhorn. Not like an angler who thinks first and foremost about the condition of his local waters.

I'm just being honest with you. First and foremost with myself. Such an angler as I admire in my mind at present is an ideal that possibly doesn't exist, perhaps, but he's certainly possible. And actually, by reading the NJ Fishing.com message board, I think quite a few of them do exist.

About a year ago, my life came to a critical juncture. I thought I could go deeper into fishing yet, immersing myself so deeply in nature that I would cross the line to identify myself primarily with the world outside, instead of with home and culture. Or I could stay within limits that, especially at my age, might be thought sane.





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