I went out for a nice damp walk today. The rain stopped pouring although it was still misting quite heavily so I couldn’t see much through my glasses. It was still nice to get out on such a warm day, compared to the previous few months that it.

While I was walking I was thinking about fishing and a few happy memories of days on the water filled my mind. I am sure people that walked by me were wondering why I had a smile plastered on my face. I wasn’t even wearing a head set, just walking along with a big smile.

What was I thinking? Well I was thinking about springs that feed some of the places I like to fish. Most of the season it doesn’t really matter much as the fish are spread out but as the water levels drop those springs can produce catches on days when others are going without any fish.

I never really thought about the springs much, other than they are very refreshing on those scorching hot days. I started thinking more about when an old fishing buddy took me to a few of his favourite late August spots. I asked him why he just walked by so many spots.

He didn’t answer that question, instead he said, okay you fish those spots and I will fish the spots I think are holding fish and we will see what happens. So as we walked I fished spots I thought would hold fish. I was catching a few fish in the 8 – 10 inch range but he was catching them in 16 – 18 inch range.

Then of course I had to ask him why. He wasn’t casting any better that I was, well okay a little but not enough to make a huge difference like that. We were bought quite and didn’t splash around in the water, so what was it.

Finally he smiled at me and said follow me, but he still didn’t tell me.

He told me to look at the stream that was flowing into the brook. He told me to put my hand in the stream and that’s when I realized that this little stream was so much cooler than the brook. As soon as I felt the water I knew it was spring fed and then in an instant all the spots he fished came back to mind. Each and every one of those spots was fed by a spring and had one or two nice size trout, that he caught each time I might add.

Man, I love learning things that have been right in front of me all the time. I can’t tell you how many times I have fished that area, but once the water levels dropped and the water warmed up I moved on to other great spots that I knew still produced fish.

Now I have a great fly fishing tip that I can try on all those brooks I stopped fishing in the late season, if the weather was too hot for too long. You can be sure I will be giving this fishing strategy a try on my own this coming fishing season.

For  beginner fishing, trout fishing tips truly make a difference. First of all, it would be a good thing to know that trout are fish whose metabolism depends on the temperature of water. Their metabolism accelerates with temperature increase. When in cold deeper waters, they are less active and need to eat less.

Moreover, at the beginning of every year those interested in catching trout start to be directed to warmer and warmer waters as trout tend to leave cold deep waters for environments more favorable to spawning. Also, this migration takes place the other way round in autumn, when the trout prepare for winter in cold deep waters. Yet fishermen should not expect them to cover distances very fast. The cycles of moving from one place to another follow the seasons and last for several months.

Also good to know when trout fishing is that these animals live in large groups. They tend to stick together in schools, especially the ones of the same size. Therefore, should you get lucky and get a capture, be sure that there is more trout in the area to catch as long as you do not throw the dead caught fish in the water to scare away the rest of the school.

In addition, trout fishing locations are not difficult to find. trout prey on smaller fish, but they are not great hunters due to their slow motion features. They rather wait for the prey to come along and then strike. They very often go for injured or less energetic game even though this kind of food might not be part of their regular menu. Their regular menu consists of craw-fish, minnows, worms, insects, frogs and so on. For an experienced fisherman, knowledge of the eating habits and the mating peculiarities is no secret.

On the other hand, these fish are prey themselves so they need cover as well. That is why trout fishing gets carried out in areas where they could find safety like small or big rocks, weeds and other shady or sunny well-lit areas where the eye makes it difficult for them to be spotted.

Successful trout fishing may also depend on the type of bait that is chosen by the anglers. Bait should vary according to both the season – spring, summer, autumn or winter – and the spawning cycle of this fish species. Hence, those new to trout fishing should pay attention to more experienced anglers to learn the basic steps.

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Casey and I were out fishing Lake Petit last week and he was asking me if I had ever fished New Horton Lake. I said I hadn’t and the only time I was ever in there was opening day of fishing season about 10 years ago.

The lake was still completely covered with ice and snow but I was there to fish the brook the flows from the lake. It’s full of tasty little trout.

On this opening day I was standing at brook about 10 feet from the beaver dam that holds the lake back and it started to snow. In just minutes it was snowing so hard I could barely see across the 8 foot brook.

It no soon started to snow when the brook trout turned on and seemed to go crazy. It was like a light switch was turned on and the woke up.

I have my best day of trout fishing for that season and never had to move my feet. The action just never stopped and I left with the freshes trout I had in a long time. Ice cold water, they almost froze instantly once I pulled them from the icy water.

Some day I will get to fish the lake but until that time I have a great memory of trout fishing opening day.

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When an Atlantic salmon strikes there is no better feeling for me.

I visited New Brunswick for family but returned to stay for the the great fly fishing for Atlantic Salmon.

I have had a hard time since 2004 with my ticker and it kept me from fishing for more than 4 years. How depressing.

I gave my fly rod a try last year but still wasn’t up to it yet but I was able to fish using my spinning gear and that’s far better than sitting at home wishing I was fishing.

I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last but was willing to give it a try.

A new fishing friend, Tim, and I head to the Caines River for an afternoon of fly fishing for Atlantic salmon last Sunday and were blessed with a calm day. It had been windy and rainy for so long. Less wind means I could last longer, I was hoping anyways.

Tim has been trout fishing with his fly rod but had never been salmon fishing so I was excited as I love taking people salmon fishing, especially if they have never salmon fished before.

Take a minute to read Tim’s Atlantic Salmon fishing post, I think he had a pretty good time on the Caines River.

Man The Water is High

We arrived and parked the car. As soon as we started walking the path along the brook that runs into the Caines I could see that the water was much higher than most other years I have fished here.

When it comes to fishing anyone that knows me knows I waste no time getting my line wet and this day was no different. While Tim was getting his rod and line ready I was already fly fishing.

I decided to try one of my Salmon butterfly patterns. I picked one with white wings and a red butt.

We were only there a few minutes when a huge salmon leaped out of the water to check us out. A site I had missed and one that started my heart pounding like the good ole days.

Tim had seen it also. It’s always nice to watch salmon jumping.

It was just about a half hour I think and I was yelling FISH ON and it was time to see if my arms would hold up long enough to land my first Atlantic salmon in 5 years.

Not sure how long I fought him but my arms gave up a couple of times and I lost ground but didn’t give up. After 10 minutes or so I had the fish to the shore and Tim grabbed it to get it out of the water.

I can’t explain how happy and excited I was but I think Tim was happier and even more excited.

My salmon was just a little over the size limit of 25 inches, at 29 inches so I had to let him go.

It took a few minutes to revive him as I had dragged out landing him because of my lack of arm strength. After a few minutes being held facing up stream he started kicking and then was gone.

I fished a while longer using my trusty butterfly fly but couldn’t seem to get their attention so I switched the butterfly for a golden bug and BAM FISH ON again.

This guy fought harder than the first and did a lot of jumping around, which for me is the best part.

I landed him, pretty sure he was in the size limit. I grabbed my measuring tape and stretched it out to just under the limit at 24 inches. Perfect for the BBQ.

you can see that my arms are worn out just by looking at how I had to use my body to support my elbows so I could hold him up.

The following night we had BBQ Atlantic salmon steaks for dinner. I waited a long time for that meal and plan to get out again as soon as possible.

When I want to take a little break and try for a few trout I have a special trout fly for the cains river that I like to use and most times I am quite willing to share the few things I know but this time I am keeping my mouth shut so that the trout will keep their’s open for my little trout fly.

As usual I was dragging my butt around yesterday after a great day out fishing Sunday. I do my best to completely wear myself out before heading home. For me fishing is worth every ache and pain I get.

I was puttering around the yard taking a few pictures of the flowers and veggies in our little backyard garden. I like adding lots of pictures to my gardening blogs.

It was a nice day, the sun was shining but a moment later I looked up to see dark black, really thick clouds moving and and headed for the house. I just got my butt in side the door and Mother Nature let loose.

The rain was so heavy we could barely see across the street that was instantly turned into a river. Then the wind picked up until I thought the trees were going to come down. We did have a couple branches come down and then it was over as fast as it started.

I heard on the radio this morning that a lot of people were going to be without electricity until about 10am.

As I was looking out at the river running infront of our house I remember a trout fishing trip my son Stephen and I took when he was about 6.

We were both pretty excited and had everything ready the night before so we could just get up, grab breakfast and go. Mom had made us plenty of food for the day and lots of treats and drinks so we were set to go.

Time for some bonding with my bud and hugs and kisses with mom were hit the road.

Steve never stopped asking questions all the way there. As a matter of fact he is still asking questions today at 23.

We finally arrived and headed off road through the trees to brook trout fishing heaven.

We couldn’t wait to get things together Steve wanted to see the water so we walked in first.

From my point of view the water was gorgeous and as smooth as a mirror. I picked Stephen up in my arms so he could see more.

I took the canoe off the Samuria and hauled it in to the lake while Steve carried his fishing rod and tackle box. It still took a couple trips back and forth to get all our gear and goodies in the canoe.

Then we put on our life jackets, climbed in and shoved off.

We weren’t there long before thick dark clouds moved in across the trees and by the time I decided to head back to shore the skies opened up and we were soaked instantly, right through to our skin.

What was the one thing we didn’t think to pack? Rain gear, DUH.

Stephen was kind of shocked at how hard it was raining and became quite scared. A few words to reassure him he was safe and we started laughing.

We got back to shore and ran to the protection of the car and a dry set of clothes. The rain only lasted a short time and we were back on the water fishing.

It’s one of those memories that we will share for a life time. Maybe some day he will marry and have a child of his own that he can share experiences like that with.

Heck if he does it soon enough maybe he will take his old man too.

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One of the most important things that any fishermen won’t have to forget is to bring along his tons of lures so that he can enjoy catching all the fishes in the lake all throughout the day but according to some Banjo Minnow reviews, why try to bring a whole lot of fish lures when you can only bring just a few of them in order to catch all the fishes in the lake? You may not be aware but lots of fishermen like you are now entertaining the thought of buying artificial fishing lures that can look exactly like a fish and there are some that even have the real fish smell and can even move like a fish to simulate a small fish to lure the big fishes. If you really like to enjoy fishing, you better bring your own artificial “larger-then-life” fish lures along with you.

Honestly, there are several companies who are dealing with Banjo Minnows because of the hype of this fish lure. Sad to say, the Banjo Minnow fishing lure that they are promoting on the Net are not what they seem to be. Some fishing accessories companies don’t follow the standard regulations and you might think that what you have purchased is a reliable Banjo Minnow fish lure but it’s not. So, how will you ever prove to yourself that what you have seen and would like to buy is the best and most reliable Banjo Minnow?

The only way to find out if what you are investing in is the real thing is to go to the Internet and read some customer or product reviews that will give out testimonies from people who have tried to buy a Banjo Minnow 006, for instance, and how they have enjoyed their fishing trips because they have caught a lot with the help of this fish lure. Once you have read a review or two, that’s the time that you can decide what kind of Banjo Minnow would you like and where to get them.

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I love to get out on the water and relax while I am fishing. Even though I get all excited and am exhausted by the end of most fishing day I am still relieving stress build up. Fishing is just a great way for me to sluff off all the negative stress that I tend to carry around with me.

This particular day I was alone and on a new lake, well new to me that is. I like to find and explore new places and a lot of times I find great spots and other times I just come up dry. I have even fished a few places that didn’t have any fish and dried up mid season.

I am sure that if any one saw me fishing those places they would get a good laugh.

A couple of friends had taken me back into Logan Lake and on the way in I saw another lake but they didn’t know what it was called so I had to wait until I was back home to look it up. After some searching I found out it is called Mitchell Lake. I then made plans in my mind to someday hit that lake and see what it had to offer.

That day eventually came. It took me about 3 hours just to get there and then I had to drag my canoe through some pretty rough country to get to the water. There was access to the lake from the road but it was almost straight down and trying to get to a better spot to get my canoe in looked a long ways away.

I managed to get my canoe into the water without killing myself but I was so exhausted I had to take a break to catch my breath. So I sat on the edge of the lake and had a sandwich and some water, just looking around to see if I could see any movement.

After about 15 minutes, seeing absolutely nothing, I got into my canoe and headed to a spot that looked promising. I got about half way to the spot I had my eye on and was right out in the middle of the lake when I heard this rumbling sound but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

The sound was getting louder and louder and I could even feel my canoe shaking. I had no idea what was happening but I stopped paddling and grabbed the sides of the canoe.

All of a sudden three, maybe four jets flew over. They were so low to the trees I could hear them but didn’t see them until they were right on top of me. Scared the crap right out of me.

Well it took me a long while to calm down. I am sure I could have hit them with a rock they were so close to the water.

After I calmed down I laughed for a while. I had never been that close to a jet in flight.

I remember wondering how that would effect any trout in the lake. Then I heard them coming around for another run. Again my heart was pounding in my chest. The vibrations were so strong I thought I was going to flip my canoe, maybe it was me shaking, not sure about that.

Any ways after the third time they did that I decided I didn’t want to fish there any more. I haven’t been back since and never saw a fish or a ripple.

I managed to find a much easier path out of the there so I didn’t have to drag my poor canoe all the way back up that cliff.