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Stimbo

Trad climber
Crowley Lake
Sep 12, 2012 - 11:03am PT
Ruppell -- I'm in. If you PM me, I can send you a phone number. Thanks.
Capt.

climber
some eastside hovel
Sep 12, 2012 - 11:14am PT
Well....Supposed to be headin' for Humphreys but got flaked on so I guess I'll be goin' fishin'.BG-Carp in Bridgeport Res???Wow,I never knew.Caught a massive one down here on the lower O a couple years ago.24" actually.Good fighters but thats about it.Brookies rule!Ya know that's not even trout,right?Alright,headin out.Awesome day.Have a great one folks!!
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 12, 2012 - 01:10pm PT
Ya know that's not even trout,right

yer right...it's a char

here's the alskan version, called a dolly varden
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 12, 2012 - 01:19pm PT
BG-Carp in Bridgeport Res???Wow,I never knew.


Tons of carp in bridgeport res.

Only time you can effectively target and catch them (fly fishing) is in the spring (June is probably best) when they come into the shallows, as you need to sight fish for 'em.

Tony Bird

climber
Northridge, CA
Sep 12, 2012 - 01:33pm PT
we were in alaska about a month ago. here's me and my italian cousin, stefano, who met with us for fishing. stefano's a commercial fisherman in the mediterranean, so it was a busman's holiday for him.


stefano holding some of the resurrection bay catch. that nice silver is his, but the yellow-eyed rockfish was caught by my wife, mariko, and, man, did it ever live up to its reputation on the table.

Tony Bird

climber
Northridge, CA
Sep 13, 2012 - 09:51am PT
... Back at the ranch house, after we displayed our trophies, we began wondering what we were going to do with so many fish. This started a series of typical cowboy tall tales on "how to cook a carp". The best of these yarns was told by a grizzled old vaquero, who claimed he had made his great discovery when he ran out of food while camping on a tributary of the Rio Grande. He said that he had found the finest way to cook a carp was to plaster the whole fish with a thick coating of fresh cow manure and bury it in the hot ashes of the campfire. In an hour or two, he said, the casing of cow manure had become black and very hard. He then related how he had removed the fish from the fire, broken the hard shell with the butt of his Winchester and peeled it off. He said that as the manure came off, the scales and skin adhered to it, leaving the baked fish, white and clean. He then ended by saying, "Of course, the carp wasn't fit to eat, but the manure tasted pretty good" ...

It was my brother who finally devised a method of cooking carp that not only made it fit for human consumption, but delicious. First, instead of merely scaling the fish, he skinned them. Then, taking a large pinch, where the meat was thickest, he worked his fingers and thumb into the flesh until he struck the median bones, then he worked his thumb and fingers together and tore off a handful of meat. Using this tearing method, he could get two or three good-sized chunks of flesh from each side of the fish. He then heated a pot of bland vegetable shortening, rubbed the pieces of fish with salt and dropped them into the hot fat. He used no flour, meal, crumbs or seasoning other than the salt. They cooked to a golden brown within a few minutes, and everyone pronounced them "mighty fine eating". The muddy flavor seemed to have been eliminated by removing the skin and large bones. The forked bones were still there, but they had not been multiplied by cutting across them, and one only had to remove several bones still intact with the fork from each piece of fish ...

A good forager will take advantage of the lax regulations on carp fishing while they last. When all fishermen realize that the carp is really a good fish when prepared the right way, maybe this outsized denizen of our rivers and lakes will no longer be considered a pest and will take his rightful place among our valued food and game fishes.

--from "How to Cook a Carp" in "Stalking the Wild Asparagus" by Euell Gibbons
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 13, 2012 - 01:49pm PT
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 20, 2012 - 09:37pm PT
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 23, 2012 - 02:42pm PT
Roughster

Sport climber
Vacaville, CA
Sep 24, 2012 - 11:02am PT
From this weekend, wooohooo! So stoked!


Posted to a different forum:
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OK so I am slacker. I started this year off hot and heavy, signed up for AOTY and had every intention of laying waste to the local fisheries. The only thing left in my mind was uploading all the pictures to AOTY. Unfortunately, life gets in the way of even the best laid plans, and this year turned out to be a work year of epic proportions! Not too mention, many other things seemed to be taking off: Access work with a Rock Climbing Non-Profit, getting into archery, staring to run again and then ending up with a torn medial meniscus leading to surgery scheduled Oct 25th!

Now the above is not why I call myself a slacker. No, that stuff is relatively mild compared to my greatest sin...fishing and not making a Members Report. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned!" (Think Tammy and Jim Baker, mascara running and all!) I have fished Berryessa at least 2 times, the Delta at least two times, and my little local ditch without so much as a peep. I have managed a new recruit to kayak fishing who is avidly devouring all that there is about it. Ahh the exuberance of youth, and he has managed to accompany me on these clandestine outings.

He has asked a few times if I was going to make a post, to which of course I replied, "Of course", but of course should've been read as "Off Course" since the closest I got to writing up anything was responding to yet another work email....Except for today...Today is a great word, especially when pair with "Except for". It's a new beginning, a fresh start of hopefully epic consequence. From a fishing perspective, it is a goodbye to the skunk train and hello to the promised land, or at least we hope so, eh?

Today was defined as a 5AM departure from Vacaville, heading to Rio Vista and finding a free place to launch somewhere near the bridge. I have done the carry from the parking lot at the Fishing Pier down the rip rap, not going to do it again. We had done the Brannan Island up to the Ferry a few weekends ago, and while it is doable, it can be tough, especially considering the winds. Instead we elected to scope out some of the pullout to the north of the bridge on the west side via River Road. Previously I had drove up to the ferry and had made a few mental notes to check a couple of the pull outs "out" but never got around to it. Today we would find one. Sure enough the 2nd one we looked at found it to be exactly where we wanted to be and a perfectly flat launch. The only crapper thing is it is kind of "Rubiconesque" for those without 4 wheel drive as it would be very easy to bottom out getting it, and out of it as we discovered. Next time we will take my 4WD which will crush it :) We geared up at dark and soon was on the water!

Previously, my buddy on his 1st attempt at salmon fishing in the Delta had hooked into what appeared to be a nice fish only to have it break off at the boat before he could land it. I saw the splash and reminded all too well my "close call" from the AR last year. I wanted to make sure all would be smooth if I got the chance, so I rerigged both poles with 20 lbs. Turns out my chance came early. Within the 1st hour of trolling, a pole running a yellow Mepps Fly-C just got smacked. I reeled down tight and found my drag was too loose. I made the classic mistake.

I cranked the drag down tighter by a few turns and everything was going as plan until about 20 feet out. The fish had made a few short runs, which I realize now were probably shorter than they should've been due to the tight drag. I felt the start of a strong run, a signle sharp tug and a snap. Sh#t, did I really just blow my home run chance? I told Ronnokk about it when he paddled up and looked at the pure crushing defeat that must've been etched on my face. As I fish more and more, I realize the inedible nature this occurring which fishing for bog gish, breakoffs, but the sting is always so feared and unexpected that nothing can really prepare you for it. LESSON LEARNED: Loosen the drag and give them all the run they want! Oh well, it was still early, time to give it more shots.

Two more passes and I found myself hooking right to avoid a head-on with an incoming boat. I shifted the rudder, made a few quick peddles, and my Silvertron (red beads) pole just got train wrecked. This time I was going to make it stick! Only problem was when I grabbed the pole I pulled the whole rod holder apparatus out of the scotty mount, LOL, I kept the drag loose, I let him run, I managed my yaks position so that I wouldn't tangle with my second line. All in all, I felt I played it pretty cool and even managed to get the rod holder off of my reel about 1/2 way through the fight!

After about a 5-10 minutes of fight I had him next to the yak. When I first saw him, I shouted out, “Its HUGE!!!” I wasn't really expecting something that big too be honest. I immediately was concerned. Why? I had brought a smaller net than I usually do for unknown reason. While in the garage earlier that morning, I looked at my larger net before packing and said “nah” and grabbed a smaller one. Sure enough when I got the salmon next to the yak, I could only get 1/2 of the fish into it! This really pissed him off and him and his hook nose decided to make about 10 consecutive bottom runs every time I brought him up!

I was getting worried as he was really thrashing on the surface and really putting the hammer down on his runs. The odds of a break-off or hook spit seemed to be rising. I weathered each as they came and kept bringing him back up. Finally it all lined up and he dove right as I shoved the net under him. His momentum “scrunched” most of him in the net and I was able to grab his tail with my left hand and the net in the right and hoisted him up into the yak between my legs. I immediately put the Suzanne Summers leg squeeze on him, grabbed my knife and shived him right into the brain. I just didn't want to risk anything silly like a deck flop launch or on the clip and somehow him getting off.

I let out a woot and a holler that was so loud, that talking to people later in the day they thought I had lost it! My friend came over for closer inspection and echoed my thoughts, this thing was a beauty! It was pretty cool having a bud there watching the fight and shouting words of encouragement. Too boot, I was being circled by boats watching me fight it. Kinda felt like a rockstar to be honest. We paddled over to the shore so that I could bleed it and stuff it in my hull as to keep fishing.

Paddled back out and tried some more and as the temps went up, however the bite seemed to die off. We decided to do some bass / sunfish fishing in Steamboat Slough where we each caught a few small ones, which kept the psych high. At slack tide, we cam back out and tried a few more passes to no avail. Conditions were warm but there was absolutely no wind, which as most of you know, is pretty much unheard of in the Delta!

Although we only got one fish, the smile on my face was permanent and from the soul. This fish is my PB of any species. I didn't bring an ice chest so I elected for the two trash bags filled with ice to get it home. My buddy and his family came over tonight where we BBQ'd up one of the 4 family pack size vacuum bags that I made from a fish of this size. What a day!
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Sep 24, 2012 - 11:12am PT
Righteous catch brother!
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 24, 2012 - 08:58pm PT
Nice chinook there roughster!
labrat

Trad climber
Nevada City, CA
Sep 26, 2012 - 07:00pm PT
Great story! How large was this trout?


Human finger found in Idaho trout is traced to wakeboarder who lost digits in June accident
By The Associated Press | Associated Press – 20 hrs ago

SPOKANE, Wash. - A human finger found inside a fish at Idaho's Priest Lake has been traced to a wakeboarder who lost four fingers in an accident more than two months earlier.
Fisherman Nolan Calvin found the finger while he was cleaning the trout he caught Sept. 11. He put it on ice and called the Bonner County, Idaho, sheriff's office, the Spokesman-Review newspaper reported.
Detectives were able to get a fingerprint off the severed digit. They matched it to a fingerprint card for Haans Galassi, 31, of Colbert, Washington, and called him Tuesday morning.
Investigators learned that Galassi lost four fingers from his left hand in a June 21 accident on the same lake where the fish was caught.
"The sheriff called me and told me he had a strange story to tell me," Galassi said Tuesday. "He said that a fisherman was out on Priest Lake, and I pretty much knew exactly what he was going to say at that point.
"I was like: Let me guess, they found my fingers in a fish."
The fish was caught about eight miles (13 kilometres) from where Galassi had lost his fingers, the sheriff's office said.
Galassi had been on a camping trip at the scenic lake when he decided to go wakeboarding. He told the newspaper his hand got caught in a loop in the towline, and he couldn't pull it out before the line tightened behind the boat that was going to pull him.
When he finally broke free, he didn't feel much pain. But then he looked at his hand.
"I pulled my hand out of the water and it had pretty much lopped off all four fingers," he said. "It was a lot of flesh and bone, not a lot of blood."
He was taken by helicopter to a Spokane hospital.
Galassi has been undergoing therapy twice a week for his injured hand. He still has half of his index and pointer fingers on that hand.
"I can still grip things and grab and hold the steering wheel with it," Galassi said.
The sheriff's office offered to return the finger, but Galassi declined.
"I'm like, 'uhhh, I'm good,'" he said.
Detective Sgt. Gary Johnston of the sheriff's office said the agency will keep the digit for a few weeks in case Galassi changes his mind.
"There's still three more, too," Johnston said. "It's hard to say where those are going to end up."
corniss chopper

climber
breaking the speed of gravity
Sep 26, 2012 - 10:39pm PT
Not sure if it was 'Mobey the Trout' or 'Jefe Line Snapper' and/or his relatives but they took several of my lures in this Sierra lake.
Can you name it?







The Dude

climber
Truckee, CA
Sep 27, 2012 - 12:58am PT
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 28, 2012 - 06:15pm PT
Roughster

Sport climber
Vacaville, CA
Sep 28, 2012 - 06:25pm PT
The bigger the rainbow gets, the more beautiful they are, and not just from a fisherman perspective.
BG

Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
Sep 29, 2012 - 02:30pm PT
Fritz

Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
Sep 29, 2012 - 02:45pm PT
I can't claim it was big at 14", but it stripped 50' of line off my reel.

I wasn't sure the size 18 dry fly would hold it.

Shore makes a pretty photo!


donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Sep 29, 2012 - 08:14pm PT
Getting line stripped can be a bitch Fritz. My suggestion is get a nice sturdy bait reel, fill it up with 20lb. test and tighten down on the drag reeaall hard.
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