So About that Post

Last week I published “Gone Fishing: Skunk.” For those of you who have been following Casting Across for a few months, you might be aware that I post the Gone Fishing series from time to time. If you are uninitiated, these posts are photographs only. No words. No trademark wit. No wading through obtuse vocabulary.

And if I’m honest, these go up when I’m fishing and too busy to put together anything truly substantive. But art, right?

So came “Skunk.” I had a last-minute hall pass up on some spring creeks in southcentral PA. It was my first time back on these waters since my grand return to Northern Virginia, and I was ready to knock them dead. (Not really, all the creeks are catch and release.) On one hand, I was looking forward to sharing this trip down the ‘ol nostalgia river. On the other hand, I was happy to be fishing and decided I’d take the easy route by just throwing some pictures up for my Wednesday post.

Oh how we can speak of the best laid plans of wooly buggers and men…

So to start off the day I got stuck behind someone ordering two pepperoni pizzas at Sheetz. At 5:00am. Just go ahead and pick a problem with that situation. The MTO staff was frazzled. There was a customer that couldn’t figure out how to wait, and was laying his ‘tude on thicker than that early morning mozzarella. I finally left, Shmiscuit in hand, and ready to drive up to PA.

I did see four people fishing off a bridge over the Potomac with deep sea gear. They were fishing in about six feet of water. 50 feet up. That wasn’t really a frustration, but more of a weird omen.

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Last Cast of the Week, 7/22/2016

Most Fridays on Casting Across are  devoted to other people’s contributions in the fly fishing community. Articles, pictures, social media accounts, videos, podcasts, products, and more will be featured on The Last Cast of the Week.

Today, I’m sharing items from Rawson & Perrin, Tidal Potomac Fly Rodders, and Trout Life. 

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Chasing Dusk: 5 Tips for Summer Evening Fishing

In June, July, and August, we all have a love/hate relationship with the sun. There is a lot more daylight, but the tradeoff is an oppressive heat. Some parts of the country can get downright steamy, forcing anglers to wear oxymoronic lightweight layers. At the same time, there isn’t another time of the year where you can fish until 9:00pm without artificial light.

All that to say, there are some ways that the late, hot summer evenings can be utilized to the fly fisher’s advantage. Weather, light, and time do impact the behavior of fish, insects, and other people. With a little planning and consideration, there can be a lot of angling benefits to the opportunities of this time of year.

Start fishing later.

“Fish smarter, not harder” is a great motto for the summer. There are very few good reasons to be out on the stream in the middle of the day when the temperature is soaring towards 100 and the sun is blazing. Under most circumstances, it’s bad for the fish and its bad for you.

So start later. If you’re just fishing a local water, getting out at five or six still means close to four hours of fishing. You’ll be rigging up when everyone else is leaving dehydrated and frazzled.

Plus, we all know how the fishing turns on as dusk draws near. Hatches pick up, feeding intensifies, and the bigger fish become active. Your worm can be the one that the proverbial early fish gets. You might not be fishing at night, per se, but you’ll be out there for some quality early evening conditions.

Pick the right gear.

Although it is still technically light between 8:00 and 9:00, clouds, trees, or other conditions can make it harder to see on the water. So pack accordingly.

Make sure that you have some flies with big, stiff posts for the sake of visibility. Contrast is always helpful when fishing dries, and this increase as visibility is diminished. Bump your leader up a size. Cast and mend well, and there won’t be an issue. The primary reason being tangles that would normally be manageable at midday become tenuous as the sun sets.

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Last Cast of the Week, 7/15/2016

Most Fridays on Casting Across are  devoted to other people’s contributions in the fly fishing community. Articles, pictures, social media accounts, videos, podcasts, products, and more will be featured on The Last Cast of the Week.

Today, I’m sharing items from Angling Trade, Wilderness Adventure Press, and Now or Neverglades.

If you’d like to be featured in the Last Cast of the Week, or have seen something that others might be interested in, use my contact form or shoot me an email (matthew[at]castingacross[dot]com).

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Fly Fishing Books, part 2

The statistics on how little our culture reads are discouraging. I’m not on a campaign to change the course of literary appreciation through the fly fishing community, but appreciating the sport naturally extends to what has been written.

Three months ago I put together a list of four books on fly fishing that I recommend. I split the books into three categories:

  • Guide (regional, site specific)
  • Technical (methods, locations, fly tying)
  • Literature (novels, biographies, history)

These aren’t formal distinctions by any stretch of the imagination. Nor are these the “best fly fishing books.” They aren’t necessary even in my top five. But they are great books, and I do suggest you pick them up.

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Guide Fly-Fishing Guide to the Upper Delaware River, by Paul Weamer

There really isn’t any bad time of the year to fish the Upper Delaware River system. Assuming water releases are consistent, the West Branch, East Branch, and main stem all provide opportunities for trout in every season. And big trout, for that matter. Paul Weamer’s book is a necessary companion for fishing these rivers. They are large by any standard, and gargantuan for the east coast. Access issues, be they logistical or legal, is reason enough to have the book in your car when you head to fish. Plus, the author does a great job of talking details, history, and technique in a seamless manner. He also discusses conservation, fly patterns, and culture. If you plan on fishing these amazing rivers, get the book. If you’re interested in making the trip to New York, buy the book and your mind will be made up.

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So You’re Not Going to IFTD

Ah, Orlando in July. I hear that the summer months are the best time to experience all that central Florida has to offer. If you’ve ever been in that neck of the woods at that time of the year, you are fully aware that you will sweat the moment you step out of the airport until you collapse, exhausted and dehydrated in your $350/night hotel room.

But all of that can be overlooked if you are A) not working, B) lurking in air-conditioned conference rooms and exhibition halls connected by tunnels, and C) looking at fly fishing stuff.

The International Fly Tackle Dealer Show (IFTD) is the American Fly Fishing Trade Association’s (AFFTA) giant showcase at the annual International Convention of Allied Sportfishing Trades (ICAST). It is also the largest convention featuring fourteen letters worth of acronyms.

Let’s be real, here. It has been six whole months since the fly fishing show tour was making its way across this country. For literally half a year, you’ve had to go to fly shops. You’ve had to shop online. You’ve had to make up excuses to yourself and your spouse, because, for some reason, “I have to go to the fly fishing show and spend hundreds of dollars because it is what I do” is perfectly reasonable.

However, you’re not going to IFTD. You aren’t getting to see “the largest international gathering of fly fishing manufacturers, retailers, sales reps, media and fly fishing organizations in the world.” You have to wait at your computer or smart phone to see the Tweets and video clips of your next fly rod. And, get this: there are some poor souls that will have to wait months until some physical magazine is written, printed, and mailed before they get a write up on a new chenille for tying. Months!

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Last Cast of the Week, 7/8/2016

Most Fridays on Casting Across are  devoted to other people’s contributions in the fly fishing community. Articles, pictures, social media accounts, videos, podcasts, products, and more will be featured on  The Last Cast of the Week.

Today, I’m sharing items from The Potomac Conservancy, Field & Stream, and Orvis Company Stores.

If you’d like to be featured in the Last Cast of the Week, or have seen something that others might be interested in, use my contact form or shoot me an email (matthew[at]castingacross[dot]com).

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Hop To It

Have you ever heard someone complain about their local stream not having good hatches? Sure, they fish there enough, but they would really enjoy fishing if there was a blizzard-like mayfly emergence. Or if there was a consistent, by-the-calendar caddis hatch. If you probe deep enough, you may discover that there actually are some tricos or something. But at that hour? And flies that size? It isn’t “ideal.”

Another virtual certainty for the stream without proper hatches is that there are probably terrestrials. While you, I, or our hypothetical conversation partner can wish we were stuck in a thick, hour long swarm of fluttering stoneflies getting eagerly slurped by large trout, chances are that we have something better in reality.

Ants, crickets, jassids, and any other number of non-aquatic bugs are basically in a constant state of “hatching” throughout the warmer months. The weather and time of day might dictate their activity one way or another, but they will almost always be present to some degree. And the king of the terrestrial is the grasshopper.

Some people love the grasshopper. They have boxes full of imitations, know exactly when the activity will be at the peak of its frenzy, and use the opportunity to target big fish looking for a protein-rich meal. To them, hoppers are the pinnacle of bug-meets-water-meets-trout.

I’m an ant guy, myself. But I do appreciate the hopper and dabble in the practice when I’m reminded by loud-rising fish, grasshoppers landing on my person, or vocal supporters chastising me for not taking advantage of the opportunity.

All that to say, its borderline stupid to not fish the things in July and August. Perhaps I, along with many other anglers, fish them the wrong way. Hoppers aren’t ants, midges, or even bushy size twelve mayflies. It isn’t about being delicate or making long, drag free drifts. Fishing hoppers is more like using a rocket launcher than a sniper rifle.

Here are five simple, brief, and unceremonious tactics to remember when fishing hoppers.

Loud Tea kettles, popcorn, and frying bacon all make unmistakable noises to let us know that food is ready. To a fish in an environment where grasshoppers are present, the splat of a thick bug on the water is a dinner bell. A gentle whisper of a landing isn’t natural. Consequently, a normal, subtle cast isn’t going to cut it. Get a wide tailing loop going (you know how to do that), and have that fly swing across the full parabolic arc so that it thwaps on the surface of the water.

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You Can Go (Fish) Home Again

For most of my high school years, I lived next to a pond. This wasn’t some secret, backwoods farm pond or private golf course pond. Just a typical, Northern Virginia, water retention/park pond. But it was only a five-minute walk from my house. And seeing as I didn’t have a car until right before my senior year, a walk of that length fit the bill quite nicely.

For most of the 1990’s and early 2000’s, Loudoun County was not only the fastest growing county in the commonwealth, but in the whole country. Between federal jobs, government contractors, and technology corporations, everyone was coming to what was once just horse and sod farms. The infrastructure buckled under the weight of hundreds of thousands of homes lining freshly paved cul-de-sacs. But by and large, attention was paid to the green space that bolstered the environment, mitigated flooding, and presented a few idyllic, leisure opportunities.

In these spaces there were ponds. And in these ponds, there were fish.

Largemouth bass, channel catfish, common carp, along with various and sundry panfish were introduced to these ponds through a number of measures. Today the associations stock the ponds, but back nearly twenty years ago the word was that people would catch big fish in the Potomac and bucket them in. (Consequently, we’d also have the occasional piranha “scare.” Who would have dreamed of snakeheads all those years ago…)

The fish sometimes got large. There were always murmurs of bass that pushed that ten-pound milestone. Such an achievement would be noteworthy anywhere, let alone in an eight-acre lake surrounded by townhomes. I had catfish snap fifteen-pound test, carp run me into my backing, and bluegill that hardly fit in my hand. Don’t let the jogging trails and mown-down-to-the-bank scenery fool you: these ponds were no joke.

Upon moving back to the area last week, I made getting out to a pond with a fly rod a priority. My four-year-old loves all things fishing, outdoors, and Daddy, so he came too. Although my current address puts me in close proximity to a few really quality ponds, I decided that I would drive us over to the one I used to live near. I talked it up to my little guy. He was psyched. I was psyched.

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