If you follow this blog, you know I like taking folks fishing. What I like even more, is taking folks fishing that I don't get to fish with very often. My buddy Jake is one of those people. He's a good dude that comes from a great family. In fact, his family bred a couple of German Shorthair Pointers, one of which was named Waylon who ended up becoming a member of our family. I only bring that up to show that our families appreciate one another. Like I stated, Jake is fun to be around and we have a lot of fun sharing a boat.
The last time that Jake and I got to fish together was two years ago and it was a memorable one. We trolled tandem streamer rigs for hybrid striper. Not only did we catch some fish, Jake ended up catching two hybrids at the same time. Since then, I have gotten a little better at catching these fish and I was hoping to give him another memorable experience.
As fate would have it, this trip was just as good. We targeted hybrid stripers with chicken livers and then got the fly rods out to catch some bluegill, redear, and small bass. The hybrid fishing started off with a bang! I caught the first fish and it was the biggest hybrid striper that I have ever caught on chicken livers. I was starting to think that the chicken liver strategy only worked on smaller fish because that's all that I had caught so far. Catching a 20+ inch hybrid was a great indicator that bigger hybrids will eat chicken livers as well.
After catching the big hybrid, we picked up a lot in the 10-16 inch range. It was a little slow but we managed to put a hybrid in the boat from time to time. It was the kind of fishing that was just good enough to keep your interest but wasn't good enough to be called great. Those are MY standards, but then again, I spend a lot more time on the water than Jake does. To Jake, the fishing was amazing. He told me that he usually struggled on fishing the lake we were on (Watkins Mill State Park). It made me feel pretty darn good that he was happy and having fun.
Before we had to call it quits for the day, I wanted to help him catch some fish on a fly. We rigged up a 3 weight with a 1/80 ounce jig and a strike indicator for him and I threw a streamer on a seven weight. I figured he would put up some gaudy numbers on his setup and I was looking for one good take on my Low Fat Minnow. Jake did indeed get into some fish but I think it was too late in the day for a streamer. Again, Jake was happy to catch a mess of bluegill but one more surprise lay ahead. Out of nowhere, Jake hooked into a redear. I say "out of nowhere" because we hadn't caught one yet. Jake had never caught a redear before and this one was a pretty one.
I'm lucky to have time off in the summer (I'm a teacher) and I'm blessed to have a boat. I am grateful to have had a lot of very kind people pass along fishing techniques and effective fly patterns among other things. I feel like it is my responsibility and duty to pass that knowledge along to others. When others have success on the water because of what I've passed along, it's a darn good feeling.
That feeling arose as we headed back to the boat ramp when Jake said to me, "This might be the best morning of fishing that I've ever had." I was flattered and humbled at the same time. Could Jake have learned what I learned on his own and found success without me? I have no doubt he could have. Did it feel good to help him and share some success with him in the process? It felt so good that I can't wait to help the next person!





















































