Happy Anniversary to Don & Judy (38 years(!) yesterday), and to me & Wendy (27 years today!)
What a difference a day makes!
I got up Wednesday morning and tied up some (I thought) killer flies to imitate the large chironomid pupae I pumped from a fish's throat on Tuesday. Having heard promising stories about their efficacy, I also tied some Orange Boobies to try out on the dour fish. With visions of 5 pounders dancing in my head, I headed out onto Tunkwa shortly afterwards, only to see long faces on Don, Little Dick and Big Ken, who were all anchored close to the site of Big Ken's good fishing on Tuesday. No one had landed a fish, and some hadn't even a touch. Sigh...
I figured I might as well give it a go, so I anchored nearby. Since there was more wind which made it a lot choppier than the previous day, I decided to fish naked with one line and try the booby on my Deep 7 line. Despite moving several times to places where I saw jumping fish, I could not get a sniff. As far as I could tell, the rest of the gang were equally unsuccessful. There were few fish jumping and I saw only the odd chironomid.
Misery loves company, so I moved over and anchored near Big Ken. Happily, I was soon into a fish on a sz 10 maroon-ribbed anti-static bag chironomid pupa. Unhappily, it came unbuttoned just before it arrived at the net. As I was playing the fish, Normfish came over and anchored beside me. As we were chatting I hooked and landed a fish on a sz 10 copper-beaded Kraft Dinner. A throat pump came up empty. Norm and I continued to chat for the next hour or two, and several fly changes resulted in about four more fish hooked, but none landed - each one took on the rod I wasn't holding, jumped and shook the hook.
Norm had two lines out - one fly and one with garden hackle. He had no takes on the fly and he only got two fish on bait, so the fish were definitely dour. Big Ken, having had such a good (relatively speaking) day on Tuesday, barely had a sniff today. Sigh... So much for the start of bomber season! On the bright side, Norm reports that the Tunkwa fish taste good right now, a nice change from their usual muddiness at this time of year.
Back to Island Lake
Yesterday, leery of baking in the sun to no avail on Tunkwa again, Don and I made another foray to Island (Big OK) Lake, and we were not disappointed. We got a bit of late start - sitting around chatting in the morning seems to eat a lot of time! - so we didn't get to the lake until about 11 a.m. where we found three fellows on pontoon boats on the water. As we were getting the boat launched we spotted one of those anglers with a fish on - a good sign!
We cruised across the shoal to our favourite starting spot and we noted that the mayflies weren't hatching like they were last time, nor was there as much surface activity as there was last week. Undeterred, we anchored at the drop off and got busy. I had a take almost right away on a sedge pupa, I spotted a good fish swimming right under the boat, and Don landed a small fish on a chironomid shortly afterwards, but we had no action for a while after that so we pulled anchors and headed to our next favourite spot.
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It was a good move, as Don (or was it me? - I can't recall!) was into a good fish almost immediately, and we had fairly steady action for a couple of hours. The good old Ice Cream Cone and a brown-ribbed ASB pupa did the trick; there was little need to use anything else. We had at least three double-headers, and I got one fish that took me well into the backing. It turned out the backing was tangled, too! How the heck does that happen? Luckily, the fish turned before the tangle locked up tight and I was able to land the fish. As you can imagine, I spent the next 15 minutes peeling line off the reel and making sure the backing ran true. It would be a shame to hook Walter and break him off because of tangled backing!
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After hooking a few fish under the indicator, I decided to dig out my 3 wt and fish naked. what fun! The takes are like getting a mild electric shock - a little tingling in the fingertips then a jolt. I'm really loving that 3 wt rod, too. I think I have arthritis or something in the lower joint of my thumbs and I sometimes get quite a bit of pain when I cast with my thumb on the grip of the flyrod, but the 3 wt. is so light that it puts no strain on my casting-hand thumb. I can cast it for hours with no pain. I am also impressed with the fish-fighting ability of that rod. At first I was worried that, when using it to catch larger fish, I would have to play them for too long and thus increase the chance of them not surviving. It turns out that my fears were unfounded. Despite it being only a 3 wt which casts a 3 wt floating line beautifully, I have easily fought and landed rainbows over 6 lbs. It is a fast rod and it seems to have a lot of reserve power in the butt section which allows me to really "put the screws" to the fish, which is great because I like to land and release fish quickly so they live to fight another day. BTW the rod is a four piece Redington CPX 9' 3 wt with a Rio Gold line.
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Island Lake double-header |
Things slowed down considerably after a couple of hours, like someone flicking a switch, so we decided to go for a cruise and see if we could spot some fish in shallow water. We headed into a shallow bay and we saw some nice fish slowly cruising, but we couldn't entice them, so we went back out to fish deeper water. We were using a colour sounder (Humminbird 345c), loaned to us by Al Patton (Tunkwa lake Resort) which allowed us to easily mark fish, so we cruised the drop until we spotted some fish on the sounder, then anchored. It paid off and we both hooked a couple more fish. In fact, we must have stopped right on top of one because Don had a take while he was lowering his anchor!
Since it was Don and Judy's anniversary (38 years! Happy Anniversary!), we packed up early and headed for home. On our way out we chatted with one of the other anglers and he had landed a few fish, too, also on a "black chironomid". He reported that the surface action during the evenings had been good (he and his pals were camped there) and, indeed, they were headed out to toss Tom Thumbs for the evening. When we got back to Tunkwa we found we had made the right move, as most of our pals enjoyed limited success on Tunkwa.
Time to get packing for salmon fishing with the spey rod!
Cheers! KW