Soundking
02-10-2006, 05:55 PM
Met up with Terry "Riptide" Nugent at around 1200. We were both jonseing to do a little lip ripping after a long winter, so we decided on some trout action to cleanse the proverbial pallate. After consulting the advice of Jimmy Huston and Kevin Van Dam, we decided to fish a heavy pressured, but heavily populated stretch of water just north of route 210. This is privately owned property though, and much like the english streams, it is a pay fishery. After paying the man at the gate five dollars for our allotted time on the river, we got to it. We decided that given the water conditions, fishing pressure, and the insticts of the trout, our best bet would be to rig up with zebco spincaster rods and no reels. We would affix a short section of four pound seaguar floro to the tip of the rod using a small snap swivel.
These fish were heavily pressured so we decided to fish some different things. We tried to find a local baitshop that would have the fly or lure of choice, but our messenger could not come through in the clutch. So we used the local reccomendation of a chunk of uncle josh's pork rind jig-n-pig trailer. I started out fishing the head of the pool, where I could clearly see several nice trout of about 12 inches and a few up to three pounds holding where the water slowed down a bit. Terry decided to work a bit further downstream under a small waterwheel where presumably there was once a mill. The trout there were feeding much better than mine, and we even seen holding under a pair of ducks. I was trying to get a rare golden to strike on a short drift when I heard "Rippie's TIGHT!" I looked over to see a gorgeous five pound rainbow with full colors struggling at the end of Terry's rod. A beautifull fish, without question. The ripper proceeded to numb the fish, totalling seven to my three before our allotted five minutes on the river elapsed, and we were kindly asked by the stream's manager to leave as snagging was not allowed on this particular stretch. The riptide was whackin em on the snag. Finally tally was ten trout between 12 and 23 inches. Water temps were whatever temperature the DCU center was. Hot lures were a flourescent pink grub and a chunk of porkrind.
Get out there boys, the action was kickin!
These fish were heavily pressured so we decided to fish some different things. We tried to find a local baitshop that would have the fly or lure of choice, but our messenger could not come through in the clutch. So we used the local reccomendation of a chunk of uncle josh's pork rind jig-n-pig trailer. I started out fishing the head of the pool, where I could clearly see several nice trout of about 12 inches and a few up to three pounds holding where the water slowed down a bit. Terry decided to work a bit further downstream under a small waterwheel where presumably there was once a mill. The trout there were feeding much better than mine, and we even seen holding under a pair of ducks. I was trying to get a rare golden to strike on a short drift when I heard "Rippie's TIGHT!" I looked over to see a gorgeous five pound rainbow with full colors struggling at the end of Terry's rod. A beautifull fish, without question. The ripper proceeded to numb the fish, totalling seven to my three before our allotted five minutes on the river elapsed, and we were kindly asked by the stream's manager to leave as snagging was not allowed on this particular stretch. The riptide was whackin em on the snag. Finally tally was ten trout between 12 and 23 inches. Water temps were whatever temperature the DCU center was. Hot lures were a flourescent pink grub and a chunk of porkrind.
Get out there boys, the action was kickin!