Monday, July 7, 2008

Belgrade, Maine | July 4th



Newbie Nimrod, Brent Johnson, and I ventured to Belgrade, ME for the 4th of July weekend (near Augusta) and had a great time on Messalonskee Lake. While the fish lacked size generally, they were abundant. 



We lost count on the smallmouth bass and yellow perch, and each took in a nice-sized chain pickerel. Weather was mostly beautiful with a chop on the water only during the high-noon hot hours of the day.



Sightings included a nesting pair of bald eagles, snorting deer, families of loons, and Swedish meatballs.

Brent's been going to this lake-side cabin since he was 5 years old. It's a great place and worth looking into  a rental for next summer or a design retreat in the fall. 

Monday, April 21, 2008

Return to the Sud



Yesterday morning the Original Nimrod and I got back out on the Sudbury River after a disappointing trip a few weeks earlier. We hoped the water would have gone down and we hoped the shiners we picked up would change our luck. The water didn't really go down and our shiners didn't produce but I did manage to trick one confused bass into attacking my plug. The first fish of the year turned out to be one of if not the biggest largemouth of my life. 4 lbs. 9 oz.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Far Flung Adventures





Here are a few pic's from some of my favorite long distance trips: Alaska, Australia and...well, Canada.

The 2004 Alaska trip was taken with graduate school friends: 4 outdoor educators in the ultimate outdoors. We paddled the entire length of the Noatak River; 400 miles from its headwaters at the heels of the awesome Brooks Range, to its delta at Kotzebue, a native Inupiat whaling village on the edge of the Bering Sea. Along the way we were eaten alive by mosquitos, stalked by a grizzly bear, and the tops of my ears burned from the incessant sun such that they "crackled" when I squeezed them. I was the only fisherman on the trip and caught one large salmon (which I didn't land on 8lb test) and numerous arctic grayling. We dined on grayling frequently. I lost the treasured lure, a swedish pimple, on the last day of the trip.

In 2000, I traveled to Australia on numerous occasions to consult with the National Museum of Australia in Canberra. Located in the famous Blue Mountains of New South Wales, the interior streams and incredible rocky coast harbored speckled trout and almost anything, respectively. I'm not a trout fisherman (unless they're willing to take canned corn niblets) so I never pursued the elusive, non-native, hatchery-raised trout. The most common ocean catch was something called a "flathead." Named appropriately, they look like a cross between a sauger and a very clean catfish. And they are delicious when grilled alongside giant prawns and snappers. I once tried grilling an octopus.... that makes for a good story.

During our college years, and shortly thereafter, my little (though much taller) brother and I used to take an annual all-bro' excursion. We paddled the Rio Grande, swam with manatees in the Crystal River of Florida and voyaguered across many lakes of the Boundary Waters Wilderness of Canada. He snapped the last picture of me while I was pan-frying smallmouth fillets over an open fire. Does it get much better than this?

Alas, I haven't done anything like this since Alaska!! It's time to start planning.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Fishin Buddies






Everybody needs one...or two...or, let's be honest, you really can't have enough fishing buddies. Here are a few shots of Patty, Kim + Tobin and some of their personal trophy slabs. May you have many more tight lines. Fishing season is now fully upon us. It's about damn time.

Friday, February 15, 2008

A Striper of Mine Own

Like Matt I grew up a Midwesterner far from the ocean. For the young me the ocean was called Grand Lake St.Mary's, a shallow mud bottom 'lake' dug over a hundred years ago to feed water to the Erie Canal. It smelled bad and was home to a giant population of carp with a few crappie here and there. So.....where was I? Oh, yes. The Ocean. I'm still trying to figure it out but I did manage (after several trips) to catch one nice striped bass and recently thawed the last of that bass and Sarah and I made a pretty stand-up chowder. The recipe follows >

2 1/4" thick strips of BACON
(I substituted (8) 1/8" thick strips; you do the math)
2 large Spanish onions, finely chopped
2 tsp flour
1 qt. clam broth (stinky)
1 qt. water
2 russet potatoes, peeled, 1/2" pieces
2 lbs. white fish, cut into 2" pieces
1 cup heavy cream
1/2 tsp coarse salt
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 tbsp butter
2 leeks (whites only{racist}), halved, washed & cut into matchsticks

Heat a large flameproof casserole over med-high. Add BACON & cook stirring often for 5 minutes or until brown. Transfer what you don't eat to a plate. Discard all but 1 wonderful tablespoon of bacon fat from pan. Add onions & cook over medium heat, stirring often for 10 min. or until softened. Add flour & cook, stirring for 2 minutes. Add stinky clam broth & water, stirring constantly & bring to a boil. Add BACON & potatoes & cook for 20 mins. or until the potatoes begin to soften but aren't cooked through. Add fish & cook over low heat for 5 min or until cooked through. Add cream, salt, pepper & heat almost until boiling (don't let it boil!). While fish is cooking , soften leeks in butter for 1-2 min; use as garnish. Eat in big bites pausing every now and then to breathe.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Holy Carp!


Clearly, I was a fishnim' rod at a very young age. I would guess I'm 4 or 5 here. My dad used to make dough-ball with cornmeal and water, and we'd use it to catch carp for the sole purpose of burying them among the evergreens as fertilizer. The "fish in a tub on the patio" was a highlight of my youth.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Pushaw Lake Smallie

A solid 5 lbs. football caught around 6 am in July of '07. I was burning a chartreuse Booyah spinnerbait through some thick weeds for pike when this slab hit. The muddy bottom and stained water gives these fish a super dark color.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Big Stripers


2 stripers: 32 and 38 inches. Trolling a red, surgical-tube eel behind a 10 horse motor. Off of Eastham, Cape Cod – May, 2007.