From Ottawa to Montreal

From Ottawa to Montreal- A Photo Essay

Thanks for reading this week’s post, From Ottawa to Montreal. Most of this post is photos with captions!

For the most part, the weather has been fantastic. Upon our arrival to Montreal, however, it was 66 degrees Fahrenheit and raining. We make the best of it!

In spite of camping at some great-looking fishing spots, I haven’t been fishing. It’s killing me, but I’ll be getting back to it before long!

At Byward Market in Ottawa.

 

Same place, different scene.

 

House of Parliament, undergoing renovation.

 

Locks on the Rideau Canal.

 

Ottawa waterfront scene featuring what truly is a party barge.

 

Totems, National History Museum.

 

Totem close-up, National History Museum.

 

Sculpture, National History Museum.

 

At the National History Museum.

 

This is a halibut hook of the type the Northwest tribes like the Haida and Tlingit used prior to European contact. National History Museum.

 

Susan on a hiking trail Voyageur Provincial Park.

 

Bumblebee on Joe-pie weed, Voyageur Park.

 

Leopard frog, Voyageur Park.

 

Largemouth bass, Voyageur Park.

 

Bullfrog, Voyageur Park.

 

Purple asters, Voyageur Park

 

Voyageur Park.

 

Susan at the Bank du Montreal.

 

Mural in Montreal.

 

At the entrance to Montreal’s Quartier Chinois.

 

I had no idea what this building was. Looked like a church!

 

Ice cream, anyone?

 

One of Montreal’s oldest buildings, the Marche Bonsecours.

We’re having a small problem with the French here in Quebec province, because we don’t speak it. Fortunately, many Quebecois are bilingual! My apologies for any errors in spelling!

That’s the From Ottawa to Montreal post. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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Between Presqu’ile and Ottawa

Between Presqu’ile and Ottawa- A Photo Essay

Thanks for reading this week’s post, between Presqu’ile and Ottawa. Most of this post is photos with captions!

We had warm weather when we first got into Canada. The past few mornings have been in the low 50s (Fahrenheit), and the leaves on a few maple trees are beginning to change color.

After the drive from Hell through Toronto, we camped at Presqu’ile Provincial Park, on a peninsula into Lake Ontario.

 

Lake Ontario shoreline.

 

A family enjoys the lake.

 

A twelve-spotted skimmer in the marsh.

 

A leopard frog in the same marsh.

After leaving Presqu’ile, we traveled east to Cornwall to visit Dr. Mary Ann Perron, a research scientist at the River Institute. This extraordinary young woman went from “bush brat” (her term, not mine), running around barefoot and working in her father’s bait shop in northern Quebec, to Ph.D. in aquatic ecology. She wears shoes now  🙂 and is an expert in dragonfly identification.

Leaving Cornwall, we drove to Charleston Lake Provincial Park, an outstanding place!

Off the highway, you drive through pastoral scenery like this.

 

We took a ferry at Glenora.

 

In town, a house with an unusual paint job.

 

Common loon on Lake Charleston.

 

Common kayaker on Lake Charleston.

 

This large lake was very productive, with sunfish, bass, walleyes, lake trout, and more.

 

I believe this is a Canadian Darner, in the reeds by the lakeshore.

 

At a geological unconformity while on a hike in the park.

 

The remains of a sandstone cylinder, on the same hike.

 

A shoreline cedar tree clings to existence.

Our next stop was Ottawa, now one of my favorite cities. What a place! And we’re only on our second day here.

 

Susan and the big sign.

 

Clever sign at a pub. We didn’t go in!

 

At the National Gallery.

 

Inside the National Gallery. What I love about artists is that they see art in the most mundane objects!

 

In Major’s Hill Park. We all need more of this.

 

In Major’s Hill Park.

 

In front of the Ottawa College of Art.

 

Notre Dame Basilica interior.

 

Notre Dame Basilica interior. Rather plush, methinks.

That’s the Between Presqu’ile and Ottawa post. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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The Canadian Canoe Museum

The Canadian Canoe Museum- A Photo Essay

Thanks for reading this week’s post on the Canadian Canoe Museum. Located in Peterborough, Ontario, this facility has handmade vessels from all over North America. Before Europeans, before automobiles, canoes are how folks got around. I kept thinking how Tom Mitzlaff would have loved the place. I certainly did, welling with emotion repeatedly.

Canoe Museum entrance.

Paddle rack. You see this just inside the entrance, a compilation of paddle designs.

The birchbark canoe, a classic craft. A few folks still make these.

Inuit kayak, covered with sealskins, complete with hunting gear.

This is a sailing, whaling canoe, used by natives of the Pacific northwest, used for hunting gray whales. It’s an enormous dugout, made from a single log.

A piece of art- a drum made from a canoe. I foolishly failed to record the artist’s name.

A decorated birchbark canoe made by William and Mary Commanda.

Detail of the Commanda canoe.

Part of a plaque about William Commanda.

Instructions for building a birch bark canoe.

Mock-up of birch bark canoe construction.

Men used to be tougher. Blackflies have nearly driven me insane.


Rick Schuett, who hand-builds beautiful custom canoe paddles, works on one in the demonstration area of the museum. You can learn how to build paddles or canoes here.

A dugout canoe. These were built in areas where birch trees did not grow.

A beautiful board canoe, built for and used for recreation.

And as a bonus, a few highlights from our trip-

We stopped at a few wineries…

We stopped at a few farm stands, too!

 

An actor portrays a French soldier during the time of the French and Indian War, at Old Fort Niagara.

Niagara Falls.

My wife the angel.

A giant woodpecker near the CN Tower in Toronto.

Fishing on the Trent River, Ontario.

That’s the Canadian Canoe Museum post. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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On Another Road Trip

On Another Road Trip, A Photo Essay

Thanks for reading this week’s post. Susan and I are on another road trip! I type this from a campground in western New York.

Interior, St. Mary of the Assumption Basilica, Marietta, Ohio.

 

Sycamore, Leith Run Recreation Area, Wayne National Forest, Ohio

 

Susan and Oil Well, Scenic River Trail, Wayne National Forest.

 

Revolutionary War Memorial, Mound Cemetery, Marietta, Ohio.

 

We Want Beer, Marietta Brewing Company, Ohio.

 

Campsite on the Ohio River, Leith Run Rec. Area.

 

One of many power plants on the Ohio River.

 

Presque Isla Environmental Center, Erie, Pennsylvania.

 

Susan on a Presque Isle State Park beach, Lake Erie behind her.

 

The Lady Kate is a Lake Erie excursion boat. We did not take the excursion!

 

 

Elk Creek, Pennsylvania, where the famed steelhead run happens.

 

Wild flowers along the creek.

 

Orchard Beach Light, Pennsylvania.

 

Dunkirk Pier, Dunkirk, New York.

 

This woman was enjoying a not hot bite on the pier.

 

Boating in Dunkirk!

 

We were a week early for these blackberries in Lake Erie State Park, New York.

 

Quaker Lake, Allegany State Park, New York.

 

A bumblebee collects pollen from bulrushes, Allegany State Park.

 

On the Bat Cave Trail, Allegany State Park.

 

That’s all, folks, the On Another Road Trip post. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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Ode to Paddle Craft- A Photo Essay

Mike Conneen, River the Dog, Banana River Lagoon.

Ode to Paddle Craft- A Photo Essay

Thanks for reading this Ode to Paddle Craft. Once again, no fishing this week, or paddling, for that matter. But I am reading John McPhee’s “Survival of the Bark Canoe.” It inspired this ode to paddle craft.

My paddling career started on Maine’s Little Sebago Lake. A friend’s parents invited me to go with them to their cottage up there. They had a wood-and-canvas canoe. I liked it much better than the motor boat, in spite of, or because of, my young age? I may have been 12.

Putting this post together reminds me again of what an extraordinarily blessed individual I have been!

What follows are a couple dozen photos taken between 1976 and recently. They are captioned as well as memory allows.

Maxx on a trip down Maine’s Saco River. Three years old at the time, he just turned 33! Boat is an Old Town Tripper.

 

Mike Conneen and I await the pummeling this storm gave us while we were on a kayaking trip in Everglades National Park.

 

Your blogger paddling across Maine’s Third Machias Lake, 1978? Boat was an Old Town Tripper.

 

Alex paddled a kayak into the Banana River Lagoon to find this fish.

 

Mike Conneen and I were paddling on the Hillsborough River when he caught this one.

 

Maxx and I were in the backcountry of Everglades National Park in the Old Town Camper when he got this snook.

 

Mosquito Lagoon redfish. Boat was an Ocean Kayak Drifter.

 

Tim Deveau and Ward Thrasher tend the campfire at Cape Sable, Everglades National Park. We were on a nine-day canoe trip, early 1980s.

 

Nick Colantonio pulls in at dusk after a long day during the 2013 Indian River Lagoon Paddle Adventure, a nineteen-day paddle trip from New Smyrna Beach to Jupiter.

 

BC (before children) Susan naps in the Old Town Tripper while on a paddle trip in Everglades National Park.

 

Vic and Alex with a flyrod, seatrout double in the Banana River Lagoon. One canoe, one kayak used to get the three of us in there.

 

Mangrove tunnel, Everglades National Park, Ocean Kayak Drifter.

 

My buddy Ricky with a fat black drum on fly. Banana River Lagoon. My boat was a 17′ Dagger Reflection canoe.

 

Mike Conneen paddles down the Suwannee River.

 

Mike Conneen in Louisiana’s Barataria Marsh. The cabin boat is wrecked, courtesy of Hurricane Katrina.

 

Your blogger about to drop through Nantahala Falls, North Carolina. Boat is an Old Town Camper.

 

The manatee just wanted to say Hello. Chassahowitzka River, Ocean Kayak Drifter.

 

Me, Mike Conneen, and River the Dog watch the sun set while on a kayak trip in Everglades National Park.

 

Mike Conneen, St. George Sound.

 

Rodney Smith, Banana River Lagoon.

 

Mile Conneen, Peace River.

 

Barbie and Tammy go fishing, I think on the Mosquito Lagoon.

 

Poling the Dagger Reflection, Banana River Lagoon.

 

Susan, Alex, Maxx, and Ken Shannon swim while on a canoe trip in the Boundary Waters Wilderness in Minnesota.

 

Jim Tedesco getting ready to shove off, Maine’s St. John River, circa 1976. Boat is an Old Town Tripper.

 

Maxx’s first fly-caught redfish, Indian River Lagoon. We reached the spot by canoe.

 

Jim Tedesco paddles on East Bay, a chilly morning just after sunrise.

 

Tammy negotiates a blowdown on the Econlockhatchee.

 

Alex with a fly-caught tarpon, Everglades National Park. Boat is an Old Town Camper.

 

Peter Camuso (not happy!) and I on Massachusetts’ Westfield River, 1979? Boat is an Old Town Tripper. Note the plentiful snow on the banks.

 

Jim Tedesco rests at a cabin we found while on a canoe trip on Maine’s St. John River, about 1977.

 

Mike Conneen, Gulf of Mexico, during our eight day paddle along the Big Bend Paddling Trail.

 

White pelicans flock along our route on the 2013 Indian River Lagoon Paddle Adventure.

 

Mike Conneen paddles among crocodiles in the Everglades National Park backcountry.

 

Maxx. Snook. Dagger Reflection. Everglades National Park.

Question- Which images are your favorites? Please let us know!

For more on paddling in New England, see The Maine Book.

Bonus- I just had an article titled “Fishing with Lefty” published at Rivers and Feathers.

Bonus- if you want to see some incredible fish videography, watch this-

That’s the ode to paddle craft. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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The I Sock at Trout Fishing Fishing Report and Photo Essay

The I Sock at Trout Fishing Fishing Report and Photo Essay

Thanks for reading the I sock at trout fishing fishing report. The fish in North Carolina are all still there after four days of my mostly unsuccessful attempts to catch them. This blog will be fairly long- you might want to save it for the office!

This is what we fantasized about…

Note to subscribers– some of you have been emailing, telling me the photos are not going through. They appear in your email back to me! At the bottom of the blog email you get are links to my websites and the blog, www.spottedtail.com/blog. Hit the link, see the original blog.

Back to business…

Left Friday morning on my way to Flat Rock. Stayed off the interstate. Hated driving near Jacksonville, hope to go home a different way. Went through Folkston, stopped at Okefenokee NWR headquarters for a lunch stop and a bit of walking (and dragonfly photography).

I believe this is an eastern pondhawk, a female.

 

Looks like the raccoons got into the turtle eggs again!

Continued to Ohoopee River Campground. Spent the night. OK place, a little trashy. Sixteen cigarette butts at my campsite- I don’t like cigarette litter at all. The river was small, looked pretty nice though. They have kayak rentals there, and bass, and redbellies.

Saturday

morning I finished the trek to Flat Rock (home of the Flat Rock), to the Tedesco’s house, still avoiding the interstate, and met Jim and Kathy there. Jim and I planned our food and tackle needs and packed up his Honda for the trip to Bryson City.

Sunday

 

 

In the morning we headed out for the two-hour trip. Check-in at Nantahala Cabins wasn’t until 1500, so we went to Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest and took the two-mile hike through these never-logged woods. AMAZING trees. I am so glad someone left us a few!

We checked in, met up with Tammy, ate a couple vittles, and went fishing in the Nantahala River. I raised a fish to a #16 caddis dry on my first cast- missed it. Raised another. Missed it. It must have been softball- two strikes and I was out. Jim caught three troutlets, the largest of which was eight inches. Like me, Tammy got blanked. Tammy’s sock and my sock react synergistically to give us way more sock than the sum of our individual socks.

Monday

We went to the Tuckaseegee. The gauge was at 3.3, running at about 2000 cfs. I looked at the water flow and depth and said, I’m not wading in that, I’ll get swept away. We ended up on the “Trophy” section of the Oconaluftee River. My trophy brown, caught on a nymph, was perhaps six inches long, and still had parr marks. I made an attempt to photograph it but it squirted out of my hand while I fumbled for the camera.

Although we could have had multiple hookups on tubers, the season on them was closed. Tammy got a junior league “trophy”, too, but we were not near each other, so no photo.

After dinner Jim and I again tried the Nantahala. Not a bite did we get.

Tuesday

Casting in the rain.

We went to a different section of the Oconaluftee. In the rain. I elected to bring a camera instead of a fly rod. Jim raised and missed one fish, but I did get some photos of them fishing.

More casting in the rain.

 

Yes, it’s still raining.

 

We did catch some elm, though.

Tuesday evening we again went to the Nantahala. The water was higher and dirtier than the previous two evenings. Again, I took photos. Even Jim’s attempt to fish was half-hearted.

On the Nantahala River.

 

More Nantahala.

 

Yes, still more!

Wednesday

The forecast was for an inch of rain. You just can’t trust weather forecasts. The rain did spatter a bit but there was no inch of rain. We hardly fished, choosing instead to look for elk and other critters in Cataloochee Valley. There was a creek there and in a deeper spot I saw a fish rise. I got my rod, cast the caddis out there, raised a fish and missed it, raised another one and missed it, too. Then no more rises. Jim tried, too. All he attracted was an audience.

Jim raised an audience.

 

A Cataloochee Valley butterfly.

We did see a cow elk, and some wild turkeys, and various bees and butterflies and flowers. The Cataloochee Valley is lovely. It was a good way to spend the day.

Mountain laurel was blooming.

We did not try the Nantahala Wednesday night, even knowing that to catch a fish, one must venture his bait. Sometimes it’s better to admit you’re licked…

Thursday

morning Jim and I visited the Nantahala yet again, just at one of the pullouts along the section that the rafters use. There were two men spin fishing there. I chatted with one of them, who admitted to using sophisticated bait- doughballs. He caught a trout while I watched, and added it to the six already in his creel. I thought, wow, I really do sock.

We got our rods. I cut off the fly and tied on a gummy worm. Of course it worked, although the rainbow trout it fooled was only about seven inches long. Still, it was a trout after several days of catching nothing.

Not exactly like the fish in my fantasy!

After lunch we went and got Tammy, then headed to Cades Cove for some wildlife viewing. So did 250,000 other car owners. It was stupid traffic.

That having been said, we saw several black bears (they caused most of the traffic problems), several deer, some lovely, big draft horses, and various other plants and animals. Then we went to see the fireflies.

Bears with ear tags- what is the world coming to??

I figured fireflies would be hard to photograph, and they were, but I’ve never seen as many anywhere. Tammy’s friends Mike and Jeanette told us that we missed the peak firefly nights, which are completely unpredictable. I would like to see that, but am certainly glad we witnessed what we did! Pretty danged amazing it was!

Fireflies are hard to photograph.

 

Shut your car off when you’re in a parking lot!

Friday

was checkout day. We took our ball and went to the Davidson River. I had my first fish in five minutes, a small rainbow trout.

Not exactly my fantasy fish!

and my second a few minutes later, a brook trout that was almost a foot long. WOW! A small beadhead nymph did the trick.

The best fish of the trip.

A while later I got another small rainbow trout, then missed a strike. No brown trout, no slam. We wrapped it up and returned to Flat Rock.

Saturday

morning I’m starting the trek back to Chuluota, hope to be there by noon on Sunday.

That’s the I sock at trout fishing Fishing report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Ride a bike! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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Indian River Lagoon Slams Fishing Report

Indian River Lagoon Slams Fishing Report

Thanks for reading this Indian River Lagoon slams fishing report. There’s also an ode to odonata in here.

And while you’re out enjoying yourself this Memorial Day weekend, be safe, and spend some time thinking about all the people who have made so many sacrifices so that we can enjoy our way of life. The beaches at Normandy on June 6, 1944 jump to mind…

Odonata are one of 28 orders of insects.* Included in this order are the dragonflies and damselflies. You’ll find (if you’re looking) six families of dragonflies and three families of damselflies in Florida, over 100 colorful, insect-eating species all told.

Female four-spotted pennant.

These insects eat other insects, especially insects humans find annoying- gnats, no-see-ums, mosquitos. They do so energetically and colorfully- odonates are beautiful creatures and dragonflies are amazing fliers! Everyone who spends time in the outdoors should be thankful for the work the odonates do for us.

Male blue dasher.

I would like to be able to identify all the Florida species. Right now I can identify three or four. I am what is called a work in progress!

Don’t know the family, never mind genus and species. Anyone know?

* The taxa go Kingdom Phylum Class Order Family Genus species.

Sunday

Found me at Orlando Wetlands Park, looking for dragonflies (and other stuff) to photograph. It’s a great way to get out and observe nature without having to compete for limited weekend fishing spots.

Needham’s skimmer, female.

Monday

Honey-dos. Move along folks, nothing to see here!

Monday evening found me looking at google maps, looking for new fishing spots, something I probably spend too much time doing. That having been said, I noticed something I never had before.

Tuesday

Found me in my kayak with a camera, a fly rod and a spin rod. First I tried to get dragonfly photos, which was somewhat frustrating. When the wind blows, the dragonfly’s perch waves around- very hard to focus. The frogs were a little easier!

Then it was time for checking out my “new” discovery. After only a few minutes I got a small snook with the spin rod. It was the only snook caught, although several handsome specimens were observed. The fly rod accounted for two redfish and a tarpon, all by casting blindly. Best of all, the place was reasonably easy to fish, even with a 15-knot wind. I’ll be back.

The water in the IRL isn’t crystal clear, but it’s not filled with algae either. Sight fishing is still possible if there’s good light.

It may be small, but it’s a snook!

 

The black-and-purple was the ticket this week!

Wednesday

Met Mike Conneen and River at 0615, different place on the IRL. It was not hot fishing by any means, but it was fairly steady. There was a fly rod in my kayak, which never got touched. WHOOOOOSSHHHHHH said the wind! We both got slams of trout, reds, and snook. Most of the fish were small, but there were a couple decent ones.

Odd observation- when we first got out onto the water, a string of pelicans flew over, 14 or 15 birds. The pelican in the middle of the string looked odd. Because it was in fact a spoonbill. Never noticed that before!

Thursday

Went to the IRL, different spot. It was blowey again, so my plan was to use the kayak to access the area I wanted to fly fish, and then wade.

Plans often get modified, but I did walk in the water for a couple of miles. For the sake of symmetry, I’d like to say that I brought a spin rod and it never got touched, but it got used. There goes the symmetry.

I fly fished for about three hours. The first fish was a dinker snook. At least it only took an hour of casting to get! Then a fat, picture-worthy trout nailed the streamer. Two species! A redfish laughed at my fly- I thought the presentation was spot on. I changed the fly. A red in the slot nailed the streamer on a blind cast. Three species!

It’s hard to be stealthy when tied to a kayak that the waves are slapping off of. Several fish were spooked this way. I picked up the spin rod.

Two more reds, one only a few months old, and a very fat trout hit the shad. After about six hours of wading, I loaded the boat onto the car roof, calling it a day well lived.

Friday

Errands and planning. Got to get ready for the weekend!

Three different species were caught every day I (and Mike) fished this week. It ain’t the old days, but there is some fishing out there, at least at the moment. That’s the Indian River Lagoon Slams Fishing report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Ride a bike! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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The Econ was On Fire Report and Photo Essay

The Econ was On Fire Report

Thanks for reading this Econ was On Fire report.

Monday

Early morning I drove to Brevard Zoo for a 7:30 rendezvous with Hope Leonard, who runs the restoration program for Restore Our Shores. I was a volunteer. We were going clam monitoring!

Measuring distance, digging clams.

ROS has research clam beds in the Indian River Lagoon throughout Brevard county. We went to five different sites to see how the clams were doing. You’d think with all the algae in the water, filter feeders like clams would have it made. But, crown conchs and other predators make clam life more dangerous than a casual glance would make it seem. Hope says the clams have about a 25 percent survival rate to this point.

The clams are protected by a net.

It was wet work in water that, if we’re being honest, didn’t make you want to jump in. But I got to spend a day with three strong, intelligent, and lovely women, doing some basic science that the lagoon needs done. Didn’t care for the drive to the zoo, but I’ll do it again. If you’re interested in volunteering, contact me and I’ll put you in touch with Hope.

Hope digs clams!

 

Wasn’t there a band called Counting Clams?

 

Tuesday

Had my eye surgery follow-up. Everything looks great- my eyes are 20/20 without glasses. When, as a 20-year old, I was at the rifle range at Fort Dix learning how to shoot, my buddies were hitting a Canadian bull target at 25 meters. I couldn’t see it. I’ve been wearing corrective lenses ever since, until two weeks ago. Now all I need are readers for close up. The adjustment should be easy!

Wednesday

We were under a small craft advisory. But the Econ river gauge was at 1.7, below my “threshold.”

Rod attached to bike.

 

The vehicle awaits.

Before I learned to drive, my bicycle was my transportation to my fishing spots- Mystic Lake, Wright’s Pond, the Malden Res, Brooks Pond, etc. I don’t often bicycle fish any more, but I did Wednesday, a mile-and-a-half each way, to go bass fishing in a place where the wind wouldn’t be a problem. The fish were biting! At the end of my line was a plastic Culprit worm on a 2/0 hook. I got five stumpknockers, big ones, on that rig, as well as a couple big redbellies. Bass to almost four pounds, and probably released 15 or so. And the missed strikes! I need to use that bike more often.

The river flowed through a beautiful cypress floodplain.

 

The Econ, kinda small.

 

Good fish, though!

 

Even the sunfish hit the worm.

Thursday

The kayak, perhaps a more “normal” way to access fishing spots, was used to access a different section of the river this day, even though we were still under the sc advisory. I figured with the low water, wading would be an option. I hate beating up the same place day after day, so to a different section I went.

One on fly…

The fishing was at least as good as the previous day, and I was able to use my fly rod, too. It worked better than the spin rod! Yeah, the Econ was on fire, just awesome.

…and one on plastic.

Friday

A bonus Banana River Lagoon report!

I launched at KARS. Within 10 minutes what certainly looked like a small school of fish, fifteen or so,  came down the shoreline towards me. I tossed a Clouser Minnow at them and got immediate gratification!

I got three of these in about two hours.

I followed that school for a couple miles and a couple hours, hooking three more reds and boating two- the other one bulled into the shoreline trees and cut me off.

After I lost them I just scouted, looking around for more fish (not many), checking out the water (astonishingly clean past the radar station- almost crisp!), noted the total lack of any green thing growing on the bottom, and then packed it in. Had the boat on the roof by 1130 hours. Darned good morning.

That’s the Econ was On Fire report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Ride a bike! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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The Bassheaven Report

The Bassheaven Report

Thanks for reading this Bassheaven report. I returned to Ocala National Forest this week. I can assure you that summer has made its way into central Florida, despite what the astronomers might say.

Last week I was all excited about my Squirmles flies. The fish eat them. Then the Squirmles fall apart. Failed experiment. Stick to rabbit strips, John.

Tuesday

A bit of loveliness at Cowpen Pond.

In the morning I made my way up to the Forest. First fishing stop was Cowpen Pond, a beautiful place. Dropped the kayak in and began a short reconnaissance. Because the fish weren’t hitting like a pack of starving piranhas, I only stayed there an hour or so. I suspect it deserves more attention- it was my first time there, after all!

Lots of water lilies all through the Forest.

From there I went to Echo Lake. This one was real small- five acres! I took a few casts from shore, didn’t see anything or get a bite, so I left.

Went to Sellers Lake. Cast a few times from the shoreline, wasn’t feeling it, left and went to Farles Lake. It gave up quite a few bass, all small, and danged few on the fly.

From there I made my way to Alexander Springs Recreation Area. Checked in, and met Nick Colantonio at the campsite. We dined, and chatted, and watched it get dark, and crashed, Nick in his tent, I in the van. It was warm. Glad I have fans!

Wednesday

Alexander Springs Run.

We went to Alexander Springs Run. The bass, all small ones, bit well in the morning on both flies and plastic worms. They were still on beds there, the only ones we saw. As the sun climbed, the action shut down. We paddled up to the spring. It’s such a pretty creek! Fished most of the way back with two dinkers to show for it.

Why do I call it bass heaven??

It was still pretty early. Nick wanted to hang out. I went to Sellers Lake. I did not get any monsters but action was good on both fly and plastic. I found schooling fish and missed five strikes on as many casts. I checked the fly- broken hook. Put a new one on, got a couple fish, started missing them again. Checked the fly- broken hook. I don’t think I’ve ever broken two hooks on a trip before, much less in ten minutes. I’m in a boat- it’s not like I’m hitting rocks on the backcast.

Sellers Lake sunset.

Thursday

Nick wasn’t feeling well. I went to Sellers Lake alone, with the idea of paddling through the canal to Chain-O-Lakes. The trip through the canal was about a mile long, the cranes giving a Jurassic feel to the spectacular morning. Got fish immediately upon arrival, first on plastic, then on the bug. Schoolies were chasing bait, exciting fishing although the fish were small.

The lake had a small beach, rare in my brief Forest experience. I went there to have lunch and spend some time not sitting in the kayak. I waded and fly cast without result to a grassline. Reeled in to wade back and take lunch. A five-pound bass swam right past me- I swear it was checking me out, sensing it was safe, perhaps?

Landing the beast.

While eating I was tossing crumbs to the sunnies and guppies, watching them jockey for position to get the cheese. I look up, and sitting fifteen feet away is a four-pound bass, just watching me. Knowing it wouldn’t work, I bent down, picked up the spin rod, and tossed the worm out five feet beyond the fish. To my utter astonishment the fish went right over and sucked it in. I caught it! Best fish of the trip!

The photo doesn’t do this fish justice.

Returned to camp to check on Nick. He wanted to try the late shift. We went to Grasshopper Lake, a beautiful piece of water. We got a few fish but it was slow…

The bug in question, in the maw of the fish.

Friday

The dragonflies were plentiful and colorful.

We went to Sellers Lake. A few schoolies on fly, a few fish blind-casting plastic. I was to drive home afterwards, so quit when the action slowed.

Nick makes his way out on the lake.

It was great seeing Nick, and Ocala Forest truly is bass heaven. But I won’t be camping in Florida again until about November. It’s getting to be dawn patrol time of year for anglers.

Flycasting to schoolies.

Nick, thanks for joining me!

That’s the bassheaven report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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The Fishing Was Mostly Blown Out Report

The Fishing Was Mostly Blown Out Report

Thanks for reading this Fishing Was Mostly Blown Out report. Yes, we had a small craft advisory every day but Monday, the day I had to go to the doctor. Tough fishing when it’s blowing 15-20 every day.

Monday

evening I went to a retention pond, maybe a new favorite? I was throwing the mouse fly and got three very aggressive, and fat, bluegills. I also got three bass, the biggest of which was maybe a pound. So we’re not talking big fish, but it’s close to home, the water looks decent, and I get bites. Not gonna complain about that! Need to dig out the three-weight.

Tuesday

found me first go to Bitter’s to buy some stickbaits, then shore fishing at the pond in Christmas, using a light spin rod with one of my new lures. I got three bass, all small, one ridiculously so. I stopped at Tosohatchee. The biologists put 30 unmarked fish attractors in Lake Charley last week. They told me, “Go find ’em.” A future project for me, maybe.

Wednesday

I took a walk with a camera at Orlando Wetlands Park. There were lots of wildflowers.

Pickerelweed.

 

Fleabane.

Found a spot where the bass were partying, including an easily four-pound fish. Fishing is not allowed at Orlando Wetlands Park.

Thursday

I took some advice I got from Duane De Freese about 20 (maybe 30?) years ago and went for a walk with my camera at the Enchanted Forest in Titusville. It’s nice, perhaps not quite enchanted, but nice. Certainly beats apartment complexes and strip malls.

Dragonfly, order Odonata.

 

Roseling.

 

Zebra butterfly (genus Heliconius) feeding on Texas sage.

 

Coral bean.

 

Bastard indigo-bush.

Afterwards, I went to the Fox Lake Sanctuary. I need to launch the Bang-O-Craft there at the lake and do some exploring…

Friday

This is the type of bluegills I was catching.

I had errands to run, and cooking to do. In between I did something I have not done in a long time. I got the three-weight out and went bluegill fishing. It was fun! I got ten or so in a couple hours, with that many missed strikes, too. And it can still be done under a small craft advisory!

A bonus bass, the size of all my bass this week!

Monday next I get cataract surgery on the left eye, which means I’m pretty laid up all week while it heals. Since I’ll have little to report, probably no report next week!

That’s the Fishing Was Mostly Blown Out report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Take a walk! Stay active!

John Kumiski
www.johnkumiski.com
www.spottedtail.com
www.spottedtail.com/blog

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2022. All rights are reserved.