Secret Spots

redfishMost fishermen have secret spots, ones they don’t even tell their best friends about. I have a couple myself. They’re really not secrets, as I see other fishermen there sometimes, but I certainly don’t go around advertising them. Mine provide me with a little oasis of quiet when I get to go out fishing by myself.

I went to one the other day. I took the kayak. I hadn’t been there since last spring and so wasn’t sure what I would find. What I found was six fine redfish tailing.

The first fish was clearly a nice one. Fly fishing from a kayak demands precise boat positioning in order to garner success, so I first got upwind and up-sun of the fish. Once in position I made my cast. The first missed, but he charged the second and nailed it. Bingo! The fish weighed about 15 pounds, the nicest one I’d gotten in months. I’d been out only 15 minutes and the day was already an outstanding success.

The next four shots were not as fruitful. The fish either spooked off the fly or ignored me completely. Finally another fish took the fly. He ran through some weeds, which collected on my line. I don’t know if that had anything to do with the loud CRACK that scared the daylights out of me, but next thing all I had in my hand was the butt of the rod. The rest had broken off and slid down the line.

Although I got the fish, my fishing for the day was done. Just as well. It’s one of my secret spots. I treasure it, and I certainly don’t want to abuse it.

 

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 

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Book Review- Let Them Paddle

Let Them Paddle: Coming of Age on the Water, by Alan S. Kesselheim, paperback, 336 pages, Fulcrum Publishing, $19.95, is part coming-of-age story, part adventure story, part ecology primer, part family history, richly seasoned with personal philosophy. A husband and wife conceive their first child while on a cross-continental wilderness canoe trip across Canada. Their two subsequent children likewise accompany them in utero on lengthy river trips.

When each child comes into their early teens, the family takes a paddling trip to that child’s river of record. The story starts on the Kazan, a 550 mile long river interspersed with large lakes, that flows into Hudson Bay. The youngest member of the expedition is only nine years old. They deal with rapids, headwinds, weather, insects, polar bears, their own doubts and fears, and more. It makes a riveting adventure story.
“We are in deep, hundreds of miles from anywhere civilized, having scratched our way across trackless space. We are utterly alone, and feel that way. Isolation is too small a word for this. An unequivocal embrace of humility is the only possible response.”

River number two is the Yellowstone. It’s not the same as when Lewis and Clark came through. In spite of that I find myself considering paddling it myself.
They go swimming. “The river mauls us, pulls us under, slaps water in our faces. On top of the waves, we catch glimpses of each other, grin like fools. Then we slide into the trough and disappear. The bulges of boulders go under us, sometimes bumping our butts. The current momentarily keeps us in the backwash of holes, twisting and pulling. Through with the thrill ride, we stroke hard to regain the boats.”

River number three is the Rio Bravo, along the Texas-Mexican border, apparently as remote an area as you’ll find in the lower 48. Again, I found myself thinking, “I want to do this myself.”
“The only real rapid in Mariscal Canyon is called the Tight Squeeze… It’s best when the river does the work for you. Lined up on the outside edge of the passage, Sawyer and I hardly have to maneuver. We draw away from the rock with current piling into it and blast through clean, then pivot into an eddy behind a rock the size of a one car garage.”

On one hand I thought the Kesselheims were crazy for bringing their kids on a wilderness expedition like the one in Canada. OhmyGod, what if something happened? On the other hand you can’t help but have the utmost respect for them. How lucky were those kids to have parents who would take them on such adventures? They’re an American family that’s not dysfunctional!

To be nitpicky, I wasn’t crazy about the cover (although the muscle development, especially in the females, was impressive). But the writing occaisionally dabbles with lyricism, and the storyline is first rate.

I want to meet the Kesselheims. I want to paddle with them. Heck, I want them to adopt me.

If you like to paddle, if you love wild places, if you enjoy true life adventure stories, you have to read this outstanding book. It has my highest recommendation.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 

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Tiggie: The Lure and Lore of Commercial Fishing in New England- A Review

Raised in Chelsea, Masachusetts, Tiggie Peluso could have easily chosen a life of crime. His father was a bookie for the Mob, so he certainly had the opportunity. But no, Tiggie chose to move to Cape Cod and earn a hard, honest living as a commercial fisherman.

Tiggie: The Lure and Lore of Commercial Fishing in New England, by Sandy Macfarlane (paperback, 292 pp, iUniverse Star, $22.95), opens a window into the obscure world of commercial fishing as practiced on the Cape in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. Macfarlane spent months interviewing Tiggie, who shared with her what a difficult enterprise earning a living from the sea was. There were no electronics. Navigation was by compass, weather was read by observing the sky, fishing spots located with a sounding lead covered in grease or wax. Tiggie survived storms, accidents, some of his friend’s drownings and suicides, his own troubled relationships with women, his struggles to make ends meet.

It would be easy to romanticize a book like this. To her credit, Macfarlane doesn’t. The book is authentic, some passages almost raw. There’s humor, too. It’s a good read.

Tiggie was the first person to become a freshwater fishing guide on the Cape, which I found particularly interesting.

Tiggie won’t be for everyone, and it won’t win a Pulitzer Prize. But to those who have a love of fishing, or an interest in Cape Cod, it’s fascinating stuff.

John Kumiski

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For the Sake of Your Loved Ones- Be Prepared with First Aid and CPR

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A couple of years ago my brother-in-law Bobby was puttering around in his garage one morning when he collapsed, then turned blue. Other than calling 9-1-1, his wife didn’t know what to do. She did what people who don’t know what to do always do in a situation like that- nothing. Bobby, only 50 years old, had had a heart attack. By the time the paramedics arrived ten minutes later, he was dead.

Ten years ago six of us took a ten day canoe trip in the Everglades. There were three adults and three boys aged 11, 12, and 13. While swimming from a chickee, the twelve year old sliced his leg wide open on an oyster shell. We were five days out, as far as we could have been from a telephone or help on that trip.

I pulled out a first aid kit and Ken Shannon went to work cleaning the injury, stopping the bleeding, then binding it. That wound did not get infected and it healed up without being stitched, stapled, or glued. Today that young man has a long scar on an otherwise fully functional leg.

Son Alex and I took our re-certification courses in standard first aid and CPR with the American Heart Association yesterday. It reminded me again how uninformed most of us are about steps to take in an emergency, and how easy it is to get yourself educated.

Everyone who spends any time paddling, power boating, biking, hiking, whatever you like to do that takes you away from a prompt response by EMTs, should have a first aid kit and the know-how to use it.

Look, I truly hope that I am never called upon to use CPR. But this is life, and shit happens. Wouldn’t you rather know what to do in an emergency than to watch someone, perhaps someone you love, die because you didn’t?

Find out more about the American Heart Association’s CPR and First Aid classes here…

Find out more about the American Red Cross’s classes here…

Put together or purchase a well stocked first aid kit with the help of this list…

Do it now, before it’s too late!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

 

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Is This The Future of Fishing?

I wrote this back in 2007. It’s even more valid now.

An outfit called Osceola Outback Adventures now offers fishing for great barramundi, and I’m talking Holopaw, Florida here, not Australia. They say with pride, “This is the only place in North America where you can catch barramundi!”

I visited the barramundi ponds yesterday. There were two small, rectangular ponds that had been dug out with a backhoe. There were fish, lots of them, quite willing to eat lures, too. There were rods and reels. There was novelty. I’d never seen a barramundi before. They’re beautiful creatures, muscular and strong. There was entertainment. The fish, although only running eight to ten pounds at the moment (they’ll get much larger), fight hard and jump like crazed ladyfish. They are as game a fish as one could ask for. If you were going to design a fish you’d be hard pressed to do a better job.

But something about the experience bothered me, just a tiny bit. The nagging sense of irritation in the back of my mind was similar to that your foot gets when you get a diminutive pebble in your shoe. The experience, although undeniably fun, just didn’t fit me quite right.

Then I had a minor flash of insight. When you go fishing, you understand that you may not catch anything. You may not even see a fish. While fishing undeniably requires skill, luck is important, too. A terrible angler can have a great day, and a highly skilled angler can get skunked. “All men are equal in the eyes of a fish,” as Harry Truman once said.

The barramundi ponds remove luck and skill from the equation. Ten thousand aggressive fish scour the entire water column, jammed into two small ponds. If you cast a bait out there, you will catch a fish. You may not get one every cast, but you will get one on many of your casts. It’s a great place to bring the kids, just for that reason.

What bothered me, then? It’s not fishing as I know it. It’s sure thing, captive audience, pay-for-fishing, fishing. Is this a bad thing?

I have fished in Florida for more than 20 years. Back in 1985 you could launch your boat at 8:00 AM on a Saturday at any boat ramp you cared to (except when the clammers were working the Indian River) and could get a parking spot. You could go to almost any fishing spot you wanted to and would not be met by the two or even three boats that were there already. Obnoxious boaters would not be burning down a flat that people in 10 or 12 other boats were fishing.

There weren’t as many people here then. And there were a lot fewer boats.

I like solitude when I fish. It pains me to go fishing on weekends now. The water is crowded.

Rock concerts should be crowded. The county fair should be crowded. Parades should be crowded. Baseball and football stadiums should be crowded. Fishing spots? They should not be crowded. For me, fishing in a crowd causes stress and is not enjoyable. For me, fishing in a crowd is a bad thing.

At the barramundi ponds you pay, you fish, you catch fish. There are no crowds. It may not be fishing as I know it but it definitely has value.

Builders build golf courses like crazy but no one is making any new lagoons, or rivers. They can dig new ponds, though. They can stock them with thousands of fish. They can require us to pay before we fish them.

Only you can decide if this is good or bad for you. I can see more and more folks pursuing businesses like Osceola Outback, though, especially as our natural waterways get ever more crowded. I can see more and more sportsmen using them.

I’m beginning to experience some existential dread about this. Is pay-for-fish the future of fishing?

Please, let me know your thoughts on this.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Ten Favorite Redfish Flies

If you were dropped off anywhere in redfish range, carrying a selection of the 10 fly patterns listed below, you could catch redfish if you could locate them. These are my ten favorite redfish flies.

“Imitator” Flies
These roughly resemble stuff fish actually eat.

A Clouser Minnow selection.

1. The Clouser Deep Minnow. Since redfish often prefer to feed down on the bottom it’s an excellent fly for them. You’ll need a variety of different colors. If you think in terms of light, dark, neutral, and contrasting colors you’ll be fine.

You need a variety of sizes and weights. At the small end a size 4 (I’m thinking about going to #6 this winter) with bead chain or micro lead eyes is good. At the large end a size 1/0 with 1/36th ounce lead eyes will sink like an anvil for those rare occasions when you need a fairly large, fast sinking fly.

Some of your flies must have weedguards. My own preference these days is for a double mono prong.

A bendback made with bucktail on top, and with synthetics below. Both work.

2. Bendbacks. When the water is only a few inches deep, and the fish are behaving like a zebra around a pride of hungry lions, you need something that hits the water delicately. Enter the bendback.

A variety of sizes and colors is needed. I carry bendbacks as small as number 4 and as large as 3/0 (we get big reds where I fish). These are excellent patterns to wing with synthetics.

Do not to bend the hook shank too much, a common error when making these flies. The shank should only be bent five degrees or so.

From top to bottom, a Deceiver, Electric Sushi, and a Polar Fiber Minnow.

3. “Minnow” patterns from natural or synthetic fibers. The best known natural fiber minnow is Lefty’s Deceiver, although Joe Brooks’s Blonde series works as well. But synthetics are really the material of choice for these flies.

Examples of this type of fly include those shown above. Carry them in sizes from tiny to huge.

A gaggle of Merkins.

4. Crabs. Redfish love crabs, and they eat all kinds- swimming crabs, mud crabs, fiddler crabs, horseshoe crabs, and more. You need a few faux crabs in your fly box.

My own favorite redfish crab pattern is the Merkin in size four. As a rule redfish crabs don’t need to be terribly realistic, only suggestive, and most should sink like they mean it.

A Seaducer, above, and a Slider, below. They’re very similar flies.

5. Shrimp Flies. Shrimp flies are something like crab flies in that there are lots of patterns. I use two. One was developed by Homer Rhodes in the 1930’s and was called the Homer Rhodes Shrimp Fly. Most folks nowadays call it a Seaducer. The other is a Slider, my take on Tim Borski’s well-known pattern.

The bunny leech or bunny booger, a deadly fly.

6. The Bunny Leech. Although this simple tie looks like nothing in particular, it has dynamite action when in the water and suggests a wide variety of redfish foods. I usually tie these in only sizes 2, always with 1/50th ounce lead eyes. My favorite colors is black.

This mullet imitation is made with sheep’s wool.

7. Woolhead Mullet. These are time consuming to make and difficult to cast. Why carry them? When the fish are keying on mullet nothing else will do.

You can tie these in any size you like, as mullet do get large. When this fly gets large, though, casting it becomes nightmarish. I carry these in sizes 2 and 1, in gray and in white.

“Attractor” Flies
Sometimes the water is deep. Sometimes it’s dirty. Sometimes there are clouds, or wind. And sometimes you have a combination of these factors, factors that prevent you from sight fishing. So you need some flies that call the fish to them by one means or another. We call these attractor patterns.

Rattle Rousers, weighted and not.

8. Rattle Rouser. These are bucktail streamers tied hook point up on a long shank hook. They can be unweighted or tied with lead eyes, as you prefer. It’s a good idea to carry some both ways. Tied underneath the hook is an epoxy coated, braided Mylar tube, inside of which a plastic or glass worm rattle is inserted.

As you strip the fly the rattle makes an audible clicking sound, which attracts the attention of the fish. When you need it there is no substitute.

Jim Dupre’s Spoonfly.

9. Dupre Spoonfly. These look like miniature Johnson Minnows, and work much the same way. A curved Mylar sheet coated with epoxy, Dupre’s invention casts easily, hits the water lightly, tends to not twist your line, and is extremely effective. I’m not sure if the fish find it by vibration, flash, or both, but they certainly do find it.

My version of Gartside’s Gurgler.

10. Gurglers. Surface flies are usually not the best choice for redfish. However, as an attractor pattern when sight fishing conditions are poor they can be outstanding. The strikes are so exciting that a few less seems like a small price to pay.

These ten flies will produce redfish for you no matter where you may find yourself, no matter what the conditions may be. As an added incentive to carrying these flies, they will also work on a variety of other fish, including snook, tarpon, seatrout and weakfish, striped bass, bluefish, and more. Whether you tie your own or purchase them ready to use, these flies will put fish on your line anywhere, anytime. Try them and see.

Life is short- go fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com/

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Proposed FWC Seatrout Rule Changes a Terrible Idea

The Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission wants to change the seatrout rules, making trout more available to commercial fishermen and increasing the bag limit for recreational anglers. Are they kidding?

An excerpt from an email sent to Stuart Patterson from the Commission:
“The Commission considers the spotted seatrout population in Florida a success story. Over the past twenty years, the regulations in place helped spotted seatrout rebuild from low population levels to abundant and healthy levels. The most recent spotted seatrout stock assessment showed that the stocks are exceeding the Commission’s seatrout management goal. Because of this, the Commission is looking into relaxing both commercial and recreational regulations in order to increase fishing opportunities for fishers in Florida.”

A few comments on this-
-could they please define “abundant and healthy”?
-the Commission’s management goal must be really low.
-how does fewer fish in the water equate to increased fishing opportunities?

I’d like to know where the commission is doing these studies. I certainly don’t see abundant, and I’m out all the time. If you want to see abundant, try visiting Louisiana or Texas. Here in Florida they’re abundant all right- abundant eight inch fish.

Another excerpt-
“One aspect considered is that commercial landings of spotted seatrout in Florida are very small relative to the recreational landings. For example, in 2009, the commercial harvest made up only 2% of the entire spotted seatrout harvest in Florida.”

I would also like to know how the Commission makes this determination. Just who is counting the catch of the fishermen? What makes the Commission think their numbers are accurate?

Even if we grant that the data is accurate, what difference does it make if the commercial catch is only 2 percent of the total landings? If there aren’t enough fish in the water now, taking more out can hardly be expected to improve the fishing.

The proposed regulations will be discussed in a final public hearing at the November Commission meeting. You can see more details about the spotted seatrout recommendations that will be discussed as they are added to the meeting website: http://www.myfwc.com/about/commission/commission-meetings/2011/november/16/november-16-17,-2011/.
I hope to see you there.

I think the bag limit ought to be reduced to three and the size limit increased to an 18″ to 22″ slot.

Let the commissioners know what you think of their idea as soon as you can- the meeting is next week!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com/

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Do Fish Feel Pain?

Twenty first century anglers face misinformation spread by the People for Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). PETA members all watched Bambi too many times as children. They never spent any time outdoors watching the eat-or-be-eaten entertainment that Nature so generously provides. PETA members may be well intentioned, but they’re uninformed and ignorant.

They think that fish experience pain the same way you or I might. That idea is ludicrous.

At the underwater observation room at the state park at Homosassa Springs you can see big crevalle jacks swimming around in the spring boil. Some of them have huge, ugly, open sores on their heads. They behave just like the healthy jacks. Large, ugly, open sore on my head? No problem!

One time when I was a schoolboy I was fishing at Breakhart Reservation with my friend Nick and his dad. I liked using small minnows for bait because I got more bites with them, from sunfish, yellow perch, and calico bass (black crappie).

Small bait, small tackle. I used a #10 Eagle Claw gold plated hook, tied onto my eight pound test monofilament line with a clinch knot. A tiny bobber and a single split shot completed my terminal tackle. An inch long minnow was impaled through the lips, and cast into the pond to see what would happen.

The bobber soon disappeared into the depths of the pond. I set the hook, and it clearly was something much larger than a perch or a crappie. I battled the beast for a minute or two when the line went slack. I reeled it in. I was hookless. The creature had bitten through the line.

Nick’s dad was using large minnows. Big bait, big tackle. He had a #1 hook, snelled with heavy monofilament. He didn’t want to mess with small fish.

Three minutes after I lost my hook, Mr. Georgopoulis’s bobber disappeared into the depths. Mr. Georgopoulis set the hook, and the battle was joined. After a few minutes the beast was underneath the rocks we were standing on, a chain pickerel close to two feet long. Not trusting the skills of either Nick or I, he got the net and did the deed himself. A big smile was pasted all over his face as he pulled that fish from the water!

As he went to remove the hook, he said, “John, come look at this.” I went over to see what he wanted. He said, “Look into his mouth.” I did.

I saw a #10, gold plated Eagle Claw hook tied by a clinch knot to a short piece of eight pound test monofilament. I borrowed Mr. Georgopoulis’s pliers and retrieved my hook from the mouth of the fish.

Many years go by. I am operating Shawn Healy’s Sea Pro, idling along on the Atlantic Ocean, looking for cobia or tripletail. Shawn is at the bow, rod in hand. On the end of his line is an Owner SSW hook, on which is impaled a large, live shrimp.

I spot a tripletail lying at the surface on his side. I put the boat in neutral, and point it out to Shawn. He casts the shrimp to the fish. The fish behaves in the desired fashion, and inhales the shrimp. Shawn sets the hook, and off we go. The fish makes a run, then jumps, Shawn gains some line. The fish runs again. Suddenly, disappointingly, the hook pulls out.

Shawn reels in his fishless line. The fish, to my near-astonishment, goes right back to lying on its side at the surface. I tell Shawn, “Put another shrimp on and try that fish again.” Shawn does.

Hardly traumatized, the fish again behaves in the desired fashion, and inhales the second shrimp. Shawn sets the hook, and off we go again. This time the hook sticks, and I net the fish. It pulls the scale to eleven pounds, and is the largest fish we catch that day.

A few years back Marcia Foosaner and I went into the no motor zone in the Banana River Lagoon hoping to find some black drum. We found an area holding fish. We enjoyed good fishing, fooling several of the brutes with black Bunny Boogers.

I helped Marcia secure a fish she caught that was around 25 pounds. As she removed the hook she asked, “What is that? Look on the roof of his mouth.” I looked. Something was protruding from the fish’s palate.

I took out my pliers and latched onto the object, then pulled it out of the fish’s head. It was a barb of a stingray, almost two inches long. All but a half inch was buried in the roof of the mouth of this poor fish. However, the fish continued its day to day activities, feeding aggressively enough to take an artificial fly.

As I removed the barb from the fish its expression changed not at all.

Imagine taking a live blue crab and putting into your mouth. Imagine taking a live pinfish or mullet and putting it into your mouth. While to us these don’t seem to be good ideas, fish do these things every single day. It’s how they eat.

Clearly, if they experienced pain as you or I did they couldn’t do this. Clearly, if they were traumatized by being hooked, afterwards they wouldn’t immediately start eating again.

A fish has a brain roughly the size of a garden pea. I don’t think they enjoy the experience of being caught. But feeling pain, as we understand it? No way. No way at all.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com/

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13 Time Saving Tips for Lucky Anglers

orlando fishing, orlando redfishing, orlando fishing tripLucky anglers get that way because they operate efficiently. They recognize opportunities and act decisively when one presents itself. Let’s take a look at 13 tips that when incorporated into you everyday angling routine will make you one of the lucky ones.

1. Keep your spool full with fresh line. You can cast farther when the spool is full. Fresh line is stronger than old line.

2. Don’t use swivels, snaps, or other similar hardware. These devices have some specific uses, but most of the time they just mess up the action of your bait or lure. Keep as little “stuff” on the business end of the line as you can. Try to keep it line-leader-hook.

3. In the same vein, use as little weight as possible. In the lagoons that may mean none at all, or a small shot. In the surf, use the smallest weight that will get the job done.

4. Wear a line clipper on a piece of fishing line around your neck. I hang mine on a piece of fly line. Any time you need to cut your line the right tool is right there.

5. Carry a good pair of pliers. I like the Gerber MultiTool. Keep them in a nylon holster on your belt. Any time you need them they are within easy reach.

6. Keep a dehooker handy. There are many styles, including home-made, but the ARC Dehooker is the best known. The dehooker not only saves you time, it saves the lives of the fish you release. You don’t even need to touch them!

7. A towel kept in your pocket or on your belt will dry and de-slime your hands when touching the bait, fish, or what-have-you becomes necessary.

8. Keep more than one rod handy, each with a different lure rigged. When you want to change lures, simply switch rods, rather than cutting and re-tying.

9. Practice your knot tying until you can tie your favorites blind-folded. You want to tie good knots quickly when you’re surrounded by fish.

10. When using live bait, keep a little dip net handy for pulling it out of the bait well, bucket, or whatever.

11. When searching for fish, use attractor-type lures that make noise, vibrate, have a lot of flash, or all three. Cover as much water as you can!

12. When you’re on spooky species of fish, use subtle baits like jerk baits or the DOA Shrimp. These baits are less likely to scare off spooky fish. Of course, for aggressive fish like bluefish or crevalle the noisy lures will usually be a good thing!

13. Hire a guide. Let them do all work! I’m available! Call me now! 407.977.5207, http://www.spottedtail.com/Rates.htm

Try incorporating these thirteen tips into your daily fishing routine and watch them increase your luck!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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