Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Crude Approximation



Throughout the bulk of late summer and into early September the crappies and bluegills were aggregated in their usual haunts. Edges between dense aquatic vegetation and deepwater drops are the normal places where they lurk.  They bite differently on differing flies and jigs and at different times, but they are together. With the first cooling influence of fall turnover these fish segregated; the crappies heading out for deeper water. The guts of two of those fish revealed the targeting of young bluegills, perhaps an inch and a half in length.

So, I twisted up a particularly ugly impression of a YOY sunfish.



A rude hatch match

Saturday, October 7, 2017

A gossamer morning

Heavy with fog
The forest dripping down
Young spiders practice their spinning

Soft light shrouds the pending sunrise





Saturday, August 19, 2017

Old School

Some old school, past tense, horsedrawn stuff is still pretty good.


.....and it is just so hard to clean fish on an e-newspaper.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Solstice Blues



Inducing decay
to induce waiting
for a future yield
so it goes with Shiitake hope............

A storm damaged red oak seemed the perfect size for the try, the attempt, the next thing, project, whatever.  It's top had been completely snapped off about twenty five feet from the ground.  Still alive, it may have made it, these oaks being tough tough dudes.  No match however, for the Stihl with its newly filed chain racing through it like a hot knife through a cold block of lard. Really ?  Well, at any rate, short work was made of the young oak. Zip Zop

Nine sticks between four and six inches will get the the drill hole inocculation method of spawn transplantation.
Spawn.
There I said it again
Spawn
One more time
Spawn
it's a good word


Already we tilt back toward Autumn
What will be, a year hence
Fruit
Shiitake hope








Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Arboreal shellfish



Both the fishing and the weather have been pretty poor
But a few oysters are in the forest.