Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Summer Catches


    I've unfortunately been really busy juggling school, cross-country, and surfing to write a blog post. But I have not stopped fishing. Over the summer I caught upwards of one-hundred bass between ten and eighteen inches using Roboworms and Senko's on # 1 hooks at Boronda Lake. The bite started around mid April and is still going strong at late September. During our annual trip to Yosemite I landed several beautiful brook, brown, and rainbow trout. However, my father stole the show by catching a monster brown trout on a #22 mosquito in the Merced River. Scroll to the bottom of the page and check it out if you haven't already.
 
    Ironically the most exciting fishing trip occurred no more than half-a-mile from my backyard. I walked to where the many "creeks" meet the bay and fished with a fly rod for carp. I could see dozens in the water, but they always managed to elude me. One day I finally managed to land one by crouching low, sneaking up to the fish, and casting a large crayfish fly a couple feet in front of it. The carp inched forward and took my fly, only to sprint away as I set the hook. The drag on my trout reel screamed for nearly ten minutes as I ran up and down the bank, trying to tire the carp out. After a long and tiring fight the carp finally gave up, and my dad crammed it into the net. I would say the carp is about twelve pounds. My dad thinks it's around ten. You guys decide (but I think it's twelve pounds).
    You may not see as many, or you may not see any blog posts from me in the coming months. I started this blog nearly three years ago as a summer writing project my dad forced me to do. Since then I have poured dozens of stories and experiences into it, and somehow managed to keep it going. I have had around 10,000 people visit this site, an unbelievable number. To all those who read my first blog three years ago, I'm sorry because the writing was pretty bad. However, I would like to thank everybody who took the time to read those first few entries, and give their support. I intend to update this blog as often as possible, with as many fish as possible. After all, I am a student, a runner, and a surfer, but deep down, I'm a twelve year old kid obsessed with the feel of a fish on the end of my line.
Just look at the bigger bass (senko, # 1 hooks)

The 2014 summer season was highly productive.  Some of the highlights:
  • Average of 3 bass per sessions, sometime up to 5 to 7 bass of a good size.  The bass were primarily taking plastic worms rigged wacky.  We also had dozens of bass on the fly rod using a bluegill fly
  • Carp on fly rod using the crayfish pattern
  • 70 trout in one session in the Yosemite high country, the majority on a fly rod using small dry flies.  Non-stop action.
  • Nice brown trout on a small dry fly in the Merced River inside of Yosemite Valley, by the bridge near Yosemite Lodge
  • 20 bluegill at West Lake in Santa Cruz on a beadhead nymph

Dozens of bass like this caught over the summer
(roboworm / senko #1 hooks)
Dad makes a rare appearance, catching brown trout on dry fly



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