New Galena Nights!

Had to post this, nice 2.5lb bass off the fishing pier on the south side of New Galena, hit on a Heddon Tiny Torpedo.  Explosive hit with lots of fight, I had the dilemma of landing it over the three foot rail that surrounds the pier.  Got it in though and got this shot before release.

The Yearly

Every year I take a trip with a few other people outside of our normal stomping ground for a few days of fishing new waters.  Last year I was lucky enough to be offered the use of two separate houses in the same area near Lake Wallenpaupak on the same set of days.  This provided me with the options of different bodies of water to explore in an under 30 minute drive from each other with houses at both locations.

(Runoff where we caught all our fish)

There were six of us going, four staying at one house and two of us staying at another.  Myself and my buddy Rob started out at Lake Adventure which is a gated community around a small man made basin with a little runoff.  The little lake holds panfish in the Bluegill and Perch variety and also Pickerel and Large Mouth Bass.  The arsenal of the morning was topwater lures and shallow running crankbaits.  During the four hour stretch of morning that we fished we successfully caught and landed several LMB, Pickerels, and a Perch.

(Very brazen)

We got to share this time with another fishing buddy, probably more interested in our catches than we were.  As you can see he would come right up and hang out, watching us reel in whatever we caught and then squawk at us in hopeful enthusiasm, trying to convince us that he probably deserved whatever was on the other end of the line.


Here is our haul for the first day.  Nothing huge or groundbreaking but it was a lot of fun waiting for the explosive hit as a LMB took one of the topwater lures.  If you have never experienced it for yourself then you are missing out.  It is definitely one of the more exhilarating ways to fish, so much in fact that many anglers who attempt it for the first time miss the hook set due to pulling back before the fish properly has the lure.
 


The second day started out overcast and very windy and the lake wasn't producing like it was the day before.  We ended up calling the other half of our group who informed us they had been killing it in a little unnamed pond a short walk through the woods from the house they were staying in.  We immediately packed up and drove over with only a short stop off at a local bait and tackle shop where we got some medium and medium large minnows.  We reached their house a little after 3 and immediately set off through the woods.  We came to a pond choked with lilly pads and though fishable surface area was small it held promise of being a great fish hideout.

After a rough start where nothing was biting, probably just the time of day, the fish finally put the feed bag back on and we started getting hit on our minnows we grabbed on the way.  We were hooking them through the back, no weights, running a bobber about a foot up and just letting them swim around.  I ended up flipping my little rig into a small half circle of pads and let it sit.  I didn't have to wait long though and before I knew it I was reeling in what I thought was an aggressive Large Mouth.  Pulling up though I found a serving plate sized crappie that weighed out at just over 2 pounds.  Flipping the same rig into the same are produced another 2lb crappie, 3 LMB in the range of 2 to 3 pounds and a Pickerel that decided to bite right through the glove I had on.  It actually ended up being a fantastic evening.  In all the fun, my hair got a little crazy, please excuse the do.
 

Pay it Forward

As a father of three, all boys, I take it upon myself to try and instill my children with the values needed to survive to adulthood.  And what better teaching method is there than Fishing.  Fishing teaches all sorts of things ranging from patience and persistence to the joys of success and the humility of defeat.

With this in mind, I woke up early on a Sunday morning, packed my coffee and my middle son, who was the only one interested in waking up with me, and drove to a section of the Perkiomen Creek in Sellersville where I had gotten a tip on decent size trout to be had.

Upon arrival and quietly walking to the streams edge I found the hot tip accurate as there was somewhere around 15 to 20 decent size trout lined up, pretty as can be, just waiting to take our bait.  Standing there with my boy next to me, the sun rising over the trees, and the trout silently calling out to my anglers soul, I felt connected, a part of something larger.  I'll admit, I was having a moment.  A moment my son showed his reverence for by delicately asking me, "Hey, are we gonna fish?" Yes, yes we are.

(Sorry I didn't get a pic of the exact one)

Six hours later of what I like to refer to as lessons in patience and persistence and after going through everything I have in my tackle box I finally got a glimmer of hope.  At this point, my son had moved from youthful hope and enthusiasm to asking which cast will be my last.  I was tying on anything I could think of, hoping to salvage the situation, and had progressed to a Rat-L Trap, much like the one shown.  I had been attempting to coax out a particularly shy rainbow in the range of about 15 inches that had holed up under a rock and would show interest in everything I put past but not enough to commit.  Two casts after tying on the Rat-L the rainbow hits, my heart starts to race and the catch is on.  Reeling in I feel a sense of relief that we aren't getting the skunk and my son won't come away from this experience feeling like fishing is a huge waste of time and dad is weird.  With the boy looking on I reel in the last few feet of line before I have to land her and then the unthinkable happens, she throws the hook and I watch as she smugly swims away.

My crushing defeat that can only be termed as emotional highway robbery is assuaged slightly by my son picking up his rod again and saying, "You almost had him, can I try again?"  After choosing a lure from my box because he "liked the colors" and casting a few times, this happens...

(He didn't want to touch it)

A 13.5 inch rainbow and all smiles.  We called it quits about 5 minutes later, at least one of us got something.