Its not often that I try something out for the first time and completely endorse the product.
I ordered these boots for several reasons for some of the bells and whistles and found more once I put them on:
Korkers Chrome Wading Boots
There are no laces. There is a ratchet system that cranks a metal wire over the front of the boot and tightens. There are no dirty laces to grit up your hands. There is no worry about laces freezing. No worry about laces breaking or the ends fraying.
The soles are interchangeable. If I'm fishing in the boat I can slide in and lock down the sticky rubber sole. If I'm fishing out of the boat I can quickly switch out the sticky rubber sole with studs. Same goes if I have to go into a gas station or grocery store. Studs are dangerous on that linoleum. If I'm starting the day with walking on rocks, I can be sure to have on the studded sole and get some good traction.
Ease of on and off. I can slide my neoprene booty in the boot and click the ratchet system to tighten. Its fast and efficient. Example. I put my boots on outside the front door. I realized I forgot all my rod tubes inside. I sat down and popped out the ratchet, slid out my neoprene booties, walked into the house, grabbed the rods, went back out, and put the boots back on and tightened. All in a matter of seconds.
The toe box is tough. What does that mean? You can kick rocks around and move through the water with out fear of busting your little piggies.
They are comfortable. That is a huge plus. I have worn them all day and barely noticed them on. No foot fatigue under the arch, no toes bunched up. No rubbing on the ankle.
I ordered these for my recent trip to the Salmon River. Of course with my luck they showed up the day after I got back. For sizing, I wear a 10-10.5 shoe. I got the size 11 so there is extra room to wear socks and have space in the winter time.
The variety of interchangeable soles.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
The baby lady and I took out a mother and daughter team to Holmes Run last Friday. The plan was to throw late season terrestrials (insects that spend their entire life on land and inadvertently end up in the water-grasshoppers, crickets, beetles etc) to sunfish and bass.
The day could not have been nicer. Kirsi wore a beanie and a pajama suit that included covered feet. We met up in the parking lot around noon and headed down to the creek. After a few minutes of casting instruction we were sight casting to bluegill. The fish were tiny and eager to hit the foam ants but not big enough to get hooked.
Not long into fishing the first hole with a fallen tree did we see a big fish come out of the shadows. My first thought was it was a bass, however upon further examination it was a trout. The stream must have been recently stocked.
Mom cast to the fish and it swirled its tail around, circled to the fly, and took a sip but not enough to take the fly. The little bluegill were being dominant and forcing the trout out of the way. We cast at the fish several times until it decided it had enough and went back to the depths and shadows of the tree.
We moved down to the next hole and had several bites but no landed fish. This spot had been cleared out by tropical storm Lee and there was plenty of room to back cast where we had roll cast for the past several years. The entire section of woods was gone. Just a barren pile of rocks and sand.
We moved to the next hole and spotted the guy who sits on a rock and throws flies at the stockies all day. Doesn't look like fun to me but he must enjoy casting to the same 3 fish all day long in the same spot with out moving.
This bend is my favorite hole on the stream. It has a cut bank, trough in the middle, and a rock wall with rhododendron like in the mountains.
We spotted one trout holding in the bottom but not interested in a terrestrial. I hadn't brought any streamers as I wanted them to learn to fish topwater on their first trip.
It wasn't long before these two trout swam in front of us. We watched them rather than cast to them.
We bumped into TPFR Jarrod who had the day off from school and was casting. He said he talked to some guys who had been out all morning and following the stocking truck. Thus answering how long the trout had been in the water. I looked through his fly box and suggested a tiny bead head wooly bugger. He was wearing a fashionable pair of boots too.
These are the perfect type of boot to wear on this stream, no waders required.
Jarrod hooked 3 trout and lost all of them.
Before long our time was up and we had to start walking the trial back.
We fished the first hole on our way out.
We decided to end on a high note and headed back to our cars.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Head on over to itunes to listen to me answer the following questions:
1. Are the snakeheads eating everything in the river
2. Biggest fish you ever caught
3. Can I bring booze
4. Can I keep the fish
5. Do I need a fishing license? If so, which one for dc, md, va
6. Do I need a sink tip
7. Do I need bug spray? Will there be mosquitoes on the lake
8. Do I need extra spools for line
9. Do I need to bring flies
10. Do I need to wear a life jacket
11. Do I need waders
12. Do I use spin rods or just fly fish
13. Do snakeheads really walk on land
14. Do you do this year round
15. Do you eat fish
16. Do you ever get bored of doing this
17. Do you fish tournaments
18. Do you guide anywhere else? Alaska or Montana
19. Does your wife fish
20. Don’t I need to cast back and forth a lot like they do on tv
21. Have you ever guided someone famous
22. How did groupon work out for you?
23. How far do I need to cast
24. How long do flies last
25. How long have you been doing this
26. How many did you sell
27. How many have redeemed
28. If we are fishing from the Virginia shore line, why do we need a dc license?
29. Is that bird a crane
30. Its 100 degrees out, why do you wear long sleeves and pants, aren’t you hot
31. What do I need to bring with me
32. What brands of rods do you use
33. What did you study in school
34. What do I need to bring with me.
35. What do we do if its raining or thunderstorm
36. What do you do in the winter
37. What does a fly fishing consultant do
38. What if the river is flooded
39. What is a dry fly
40. What is a nymph
41. What is the difference between fly fishing and other fishing
42. What is your favorite type of water to fish
43. What kind of boat is that
44. What rod should I purchase to start fly fishing
45. What weight rod do I need for around here ( Washington dc)
46. When did you start fly fishing
47. Where can I eat around here before /after fishing
48. Where did the snakeheads come from
49. Where did you go to school
50. Where did you grow up
51. Where did you meet your wife
52. Where is your favorite place to fish
53. Where it the bathroom
54. Where to buy a fly rod around here
55. Who is dr jones
56. Who is your favorite client
57. Why debarb hook? Wont the fish fall off
58. Will you do groupon again
59. With that last name and all, are you a native America
60. Where c an I get horse meat around here
Joe called me during the summer and asked if I wanted to help out at his 1st annual Project Healing Waters (PHWFF) Salmon River Trip. I said yes. I try to keep my volunteer work separate from my business and pleasure work, so here are the pictures from my trip. I got up there a few days before the PHWFF trip to fish and stayed a few days after to fish. If you want to see the Project Healing Waters photographs, please go to Facebook and find the Fort Drum chapter of Project Healing Waters.
The alarm was set for 0500 Monday October 10. I got up, and loaded the last of the gear into my car and headed to my boat. Of course my moron neighbors had backed their cars over the trailer hitch on my boat. I had to unlock the boat, manually pull it out from under the car, and turn it out into traffic. I then backed my car up to it and attached. I was off by 0530.
There was little if no traffic. Possibly because it was so early or a Federal holiday. The sun started to illuminate the sky by the time I go to Frederick Md and then a foggy morning turned into a brilliant sky. I had to pull over just past Big Hunting Creek to take these shots.
I drove to the Lower Fly Zone parking lot and suited up. I pulled out my 11' 8wt Orvis Helios Switch rod. My favorite rod for drifting flies. I tied on a sucker spawn on a new leader and headed up. The river was packed. It was the day off for a lot of people and they were finishing up their 3 day weekend. I drifted the fly a few times and nothing. I put on a streamers and hooked into a salmon which then threw the fly. I put on a popsicle and got into another fish. This was a brute of a king salmon and took off back to the lake. It swam into some trees and I popped it off.
I moved up to the cemetery hole. I thought I saw Joe so I moved further up. It wasn't him. Some dudes from Boston. I put my gear bag down and walked out. The river was a lot shallower here than two years ago. The floods from the past season had changed the river. I tossed out my purple egg sucking leech with the pink head. A king salmon hit it and the fight was on. I had no one to land the fish for me. I backed up to the shore to get it into the shallows. The fish tried to swim under a log. I should have let it go and popped it off. Instead, I backed up further and my rod tip touched an overhanging tree branch.
The sound I hear next is unforgettable. My rod exploded. I drove all this way up here to fish for three days before the PHWFF float and I was out of my best rod.
At least the fish was landed. I had a kid walking by take a picture. A big fish, a quality fish if I had not broken my rod.
I called Joe when I got close to town. He said he was at the town pool. I pulled out of the All Seasons lot and headed to town. I pulled up and noticed a big bus in the lot. Turns out it was the Kings of Leon. Joe had been guiding them the past two days. I was greeted by Joe and Smitty and the band's driver, road crew, and two members.
We all had a few beers. I was given a tour of the bus. Quite nice. Wish my digs were that nice when I was on the road. We all hung out in the lot as they cleaned up and prepared the bus to head to Canada for the night. Joe introduced me to one of his new guides, Brad. He grew up in Maryland, spends most of his year in Alaska, and the rest up in New York.
Joe finally decided it was time to head to the campsite. He has a 16 acre plot of land between Pulaski and Altmar. We got there just in time for me to set up my tent under a tarp. The daylight was fading. Brad got a campfire going. We drank beer and Joe drank 'wine'. Brad made burgers on a grate over the fire.
I'm not sure if was the fact that I was so hungry had nothing but jerky and cheese balls all day, but those were some of the best burgers I had ever had. Joe played some music on his computer, we told stories, and headed to bed around 11pm.
Joe and Brad were up early the next morning. I got up around 7. It was the first time I had slept since March.
I had not slept in a tent in some time. It was delicious. I woke up around 0300 and heard owls. Brad swears he heard a moose. Could have just been Joe snoring.
I headed to the Upper Fly Zone to meet up with Joe. The sun was just peeking over the tree tops.
I came across this pile of salmon eggs. Some of the females will spill eggs when you pick them up. Make mental notes when tying egg patterns.
The salmon were stacked up. I managed to photograph this one leaping out of the water. Just above this spot is the hatchery and you can't fish there. The following images are of the fish just below or above the wire. They are staging and spawning unmolested by the anglers.
This guy was giving instructions to a guy below on how to snag. He was spotting the fish from above and telling the guy when to lift his rod.
Now that I was with out rod, I headed back to camp. Brad got the fire going. We told stories, ate more burgers, drank some beers and 'wine' and laughed. It was a good time. As I work from home and only get out to be with clients, it was good to hang out and talk with some guys. I smoked a cigar and we watched the full moon rise and illuminate the woods.
Tuesday morning had me up around 7am again. One of Joes' guides was up at the Lower Fly so I joined them. I fished for a few hours and hooked several fish. I saw a chipmunk running up and down a tree. The little critter was eating something off the branches. It eventually fell in. I'd never seen that before. Maybe its time to start tying up some chipmunk flies. It was washed down stream with the current. I never saw it again.
S.W.A.T. Fishing) for a few beers, some laundry, fly tying, and image uploading. Here is a picture of the flies form that day with a bag of beads.
I headed to the grocery store to stock up on food for dinner. I made chicken kebabs and steamed mushrooms-onions-zucchini on the camp fire. Joe and Brad got back as the rain started and we dined in the rain. We went to bed early as we had to get up early to meet the PHWFF guys and guides at the old Portly Angler lodge.
Guides up early at Timbers for breakfast. I have took a picture of the interior (on other camera) and this lady in coke bottle glasses and a Bill Cosby sweater started making kissy faces at me and posing her hair. It was creepy. Smitty got creeped out too.
This was my first time trout fishing in over 2 years. I'm glad Joe invited me up to help on the trip. I would have not have gone up there this year. Thanks to everyone who helped organize the PHWFF trip, the vets and soldiers who came out.