Alewife fishing
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2020 7:48 pm
We finally had a day to ourselves, no homeschooling. We decided to hit a local stream, the Souadabscook, in a nice little park, Papermill Park. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty so we had the place to ourselves.
There is a small dam where the mill used to be many years ago, with a small raceway where the old waterwheel used to be. There's a nice pool behind the dam that still has some current, thanks to the raceway, but a lot of flat, calm water.
The mosquitoes were out in force on the shaded walk to the river, maybe 75 yards. Once we got to the water I started looking for likely places to fish and Vickie, my lovely wife and fishing partner, chose the spot I was hoping for. I took a spot further downstream in the midst of the slack water.
As I was tying on a size 14 egg laying caddis with a small bead head, fish started taking something off the surface with savage, noisy strikes. Since I had the fly tied on I decided to get a fly, any fly, into the mix. Just then I heard Vickie holler "Fish On!". Yeah, she got the good spot. In the mean time I was doing a slow retrieve with the bead head fly and my rod tried to leap from my grasp. Double! Life is good. No trout, but we both had on alewives, about 14 inches long. For three hours we hammered them, caught so many we lost count.
What they call an Alewife here is like a mini bonefish in appearance and action. Fast, slashing attacks, preferring a moving target. Strong fight, start to finish with a lot of leaps well out of the water. A twelve inch fish will put a healthy bend in a 5 weight rod, anything over that and your in serious trouble.
After two fish on the bead head caddis, I switched to the Cree Spider in size 14 and caught so many fish I lost count, then one stole the fly. Broke off a 4X tippet. Switched to a Genessee Jewel, in Mark's honor, and it was the magic fly. If the fly hit the water, I had a fish on. In one instance I had just landed and released a fish, flipped the fly into the water to start casting and had a fish on, ten feet in front of me.
We have our Grandson the rest of the week. We're digging worms in the morning, grabbing his Zebco, and my fly rod, and heading back to the river. The boy needs to catch a fish to light the fires in him.
Sorry, no pics. Maybe in the morning.
There is a small dam where the mill used to be many years ago, with a small raceway where the old waterwheel used to be. There's a nice pool behind the dam that still has some current, thanks to the raceway, but a lot of flat, calm water.
The mosquitoes were out in force on the shaded walk to the river, maybe 75 yards. Once we got to the water I started looking for likely places to fish and Vickie, my lovely wife and fishing partner, chose the spot I was hoping for. I took a spot further downstream in the midst of the slack water.
As I was tying on a size 14 egg laying caddis with a small bead head, fish started taking something off the surface with savage, noisy strikes. Since I had the fly tied on I decided to get a fly, any fly, into the mix. Just then I heard Vickie holler "Fish On!". Yeah, she got the good spot. In the mean time I was doing a slow retrieve with the bead head fly and my rod tried to leap from my grasp. Double! Life is good. No trout, but we both had on alewives, about 14 inches long. For three hours we hammered them, caught so many we lost count.
What they call an Alewife here is like a mini bonefish in appearance and action. Fast, slashing attacks, preferring a moving target. Strong fight, start to finish with a lot of leaps well out of the water. A twelve inch fish will put a healthy bend in a 5 weight rod, anything over that and your in serious trouble.
After two fish on the bead head caddis, I switched to the Cree Spider in size 14 and caught so many fish I lost count, then one stole the fly. Broke off a 4X tippet. Switched to a Genessee Jewel, in Mark's honor, and it was the magic fly. If the fly hit the water, I had a fish on. In one instance I had just landed and released a fish, flipped the fly into the water to start casting and had a fish on, ten feet in front of me.
We have our Grandson the rest of the week. We're digging worms in the morning, grabbing his Zebco, and my fly rod, and heading back to the river. The boy needs to catch a fish to light the fires in him.
Sorry, no pics. Maybe in the morning.