When I think of Fall, I usually think of bow hunting, musky fishing and eating turkey…not hunting turkey.
But last Fall that all changed.
I belong to several on-line hunting forums and have made quite a few acquaintances on these various social channels. Even quite a few through my own website AdventuresWithKen.com over the last several years. Well this one gentleman Nick Dalasio, connected with me on Facebook as well and I saw some pictures of him turkey hunting in the Fall. I was quite fascinated by this as I thought it looked extremely interesting. Since having suffered a massive heart attack in 2016, I`m not suppose to be actually lugging around deer like I used too, and I certainly love Spring Gobbler hunting, so I thought this just might be an ideal solution to my quest for some Fall hunting.
But I didn`t have a clue how to exactly do it nor what was involved especially hunting turkeys with a dog.
Nick recently posted a few pictures of himself with “Maizy” out in Nebraska and Kansas with a couple of Turkeys on their recent western hunts. As I congratulated him on one of his posts I said, “That`s really awesome Nick, I would absolutely love to learn how to hunt turkeys in the Fall” and with that, he graciously offered to take me. As a matter of fact, he even offered to come up to my neck of the woods to chase some birds….. two and a half hours away! I immediately jumped at the offer and said just tell me what day and I`ll take off as I had three days left of vacation time this year. He said “How about Monday October 30th?….I said, “Sure, sounds great” – He said, “We`ll see how the weather forecast looks that weekend before and if it looks like rain, we`ll pick another day” –
On Saturday the 28th he texted me and said, Let`s move our hunt to Tuesday as Monday was going to be a wash-out. So the stage was set for our Halloween Fall Turkey Hunt on the 31st and I was so excited. Heck for that matter, I could hardly sleep the night before anticipating chasing those Fall turkeys the next day.
Like I said, this was all new to me……..and to be perfectly straightforward, I told him that while I knew where they usually were in the Springtime, I really was unsure as to their whereabouts in the Fall. Nick said, “Well if they`re around in the Spring in these areas, more than likely they`re in the same general areas come Fall” – But the element of uncertainty lingered in my head, as I was going to feel really bad if he drove all the way up here and i couldn`t put him and Maizy on any birds.
We met at 9am Tuesday morning at Pequest Fish Hatchery as this was right down the road from the areas I planned taking him to hunt. As he parked his truck, I jumped out of the Murano and eagerly greet and thanked him for coming all the way up here to hunt with me. And there was Maizy his Turkey dog. Nick got her three years ago, mostly because he didn`t want to keep paying a guide and wasn`t getting enough invites from other turkey doggers to tag along. He bought Maizy from a man in Carter Virginia and actually Virginia is where turkey dogs got their start you could say. Down there they refer to any mixed bird dog as a “Dropper” dog, a generic name. He said he believes Maizy is 3/4 English Pointer, 1/8 English Setter and 1/8 coonhound of some kind.
Our first stop was going to be only about a mile or so away, I explained to Nick that there were a couple of un-managed fields at the top of the hill, one being a cornfield that was usually planted but never got harvested. Many times I had bumped into turkeys in this area so I thought this might be worth a shot. The thing that`s interesting with Fall Turkey hunting is the fact that you can hunt all day long, compared to Springtime season whereas you can only hunt till noon each day until the last week, then you are allowed to hunt all day. However, whereas you can hunt for five weeks in the Spring, you can only hunt one week in the Fall season.
As we worked out way into the woods, Maizy began working hard scouring the countryside. Nick explained that she is solely trained to hunt and “bump”/flush turkeys and that she knows what her job is when he let`s her loose. He also said that when she got into a flock, she would start barking and going off in all directions, busting the flock up. We worked the hillside for a good hour and a half then made our way back to the vehicles to go to another spot. We came upon a bowhunter when we got back to the vehicles and he told us that he and eight other guys, all from Vermont, had been hunting the area for ten days. Nick quickly asked if he had seen any turkeys. He said he had and told us where they had seen birds recently. I told Nick that I had a general idea where he was talking about and said let`s give it a shot.
The area that the bowhunter was referring too was about two miles down the road from where we were. Once we got there, we walked the parameter of a somewhat cut edge of a cornfield towards power lines. Maizy was working her way along the woods near us as well. When we got to the power lines, we could walk either down to the left or up towards the right and after a couple minutes, I suggested that we go to the right. We no more than took a half dozen steps up hill, when all of the sudden, a flock of turkeys burst into the air behind us! We watched as about eight or ten birds took to the air and flew down the power lines and into the tree line. Obviously Maizy didn`t bust this flock as she was still in the woods and more than likely on the flock`s scent. So Nick got her out of the woods and said “Even though she didn`t bust them, let`s go down the hill and set up on them for an hour and see what happens” – We went probably a hundred yards down the hill and cut into the woods a bit. I set up in a clearing that gave me visibility of about maybe thirty to forty yards and Nick sat up thirty yards or so from me with Maizy by his side. I was absolutely amazed at how well trained his turkey dog was. Nick tied her leash off to a tree right near him, she laid down as he actually covered her with a blanket and she seemed to actually go to sleep. Now the wait. Again, the idea in the Fall, is that when the flock breaks up, they will want to re-group and the young poults and hens start calling each other back. So we sat a good hour or more before Nick attempted any sort of calls. To me this was so interesting as I had never seen this done nor for that matter, was really sure what a turkey sounded like in the Fall when they try to call each other back into a group.
Nick explained earlier that morning that the main calls that he uses in the Fall are the kee-kee run whistle and a kee-kee diaphragm mouth call. He said he would also be using an aluminum pot-call, same as you would use in the Spring for the hen yelps. He told me he likes to mix up the calls a bit because not all birds sound the same when they are calling each other back together. The kee-kee run is pretty much just that: A little turkey. Used in the Fall, it`s an indication that the young turkey is lost and wants to be found. The sound is a series of attempted yelps. Brood hens and other members of the flock will respond with yelps and kee-kees when hearing the kee-kee calling of the lost poult. High pitched “pee-pee-pee-pee-pee” sounds is the only way I can think to describe it. As a turkey gets an actual yelp out, the call becomes known as the kee-kee run.
After an hour or so of sitting, Nick let out a couple kee-kees with his mouth call. Twenty minutes of so goes by and he does another series of calls on the mouth call and mixes in the whistle as well. Silence for another good twenty minutes. Then he kee-kee whistled briefly and then it happened. I heard the same exact sound coming down the hill towards us! My heart started pumping with excitement, as I heard to turkey calling as it gradually worked it`s way towards us. It was really becoming difficult to hear the whistling call of the young turkey, because of the strong winds that began to kick up. To me it seemed like the bird stayed up on the hill somewhat veering off into the woods on the other side of the power lines. Nick got up came over and said, I think they went down the hill Ken, what do you think? I said, No….. I`m pretty sure they`re up the hill from us on the other side. It was hard to tell with the strong wind blowing. After some scouting around the bottom with the dog to no avail, we headed back up to where I was certain I had heard that lone bird.
We we hiked back up the hill about seventy yards up and across from where we had the first set-up and both heard several kee-kee whistles nearby. It sounded like a few birds fairly close and not that far in the woods. Nick suggested setting up quickly to see if he could get them to respond. I carefully pussy-footed about twenty five yards in the woods and he set up a little ways catty-corner behind me to call. This time he began working the mouth diaphragm almost immediately in order to see if he could get a reaction. After roughly twenty minutes, we heard nothing at all and he said “Let`s walk into the woods a bit” –
Maizy ran way into the woods ahead of us and was out of sight when all of the sudden she started barking crazy! Her barking indicated that she had found the flock and was doing her job by busting them up. We listened intently as she ran back and forth, barking as she kicked up each and every turkey. Nick turned to me smiled and said, “Now we`re going to have a chance” – After the barking subsided, Maizy came back to us as happy as could be, as she had done her job and she knew it. Curious and excited I asked Nick, “Ok…. so now what?” – He pulled out his GPS and explained how it showed Maizy`s “turkey-busting” pattern and that now we would go to that exact spot, one hundred and fifty yards away, and set up. We hiked to the exact spot she kicked up all of the birds and strategically set up. Nick instructed me to get in the opening,against a tree, looking down towards this small gully. He graciously said, “We`ll set up thirty yards or so above you, ……I want to see you get the shot if we get one” – Now the waiting game began again all over.
Nick gave it about forty five minutes this time, before letting out some light kee-kees on the whistle. He waited another good thirty minutes before softly yelping on the aluminum pot-call. Then another thirty minutes of silence. Next he let out some light kee-kee whistles. All of the sudden, I heard the now familiar kee-kee whistles coming up on the right of me. Not all that close, but coming in our direction. I quickly shot Nick a text saying I have a bird out to the right of me. The turkey seemed to veer off and move away further from us. You have to remember, we had been on this same flock now for a few hours, and they definitely get smarter the more that you encounter them. At 4pm, almost directly in front of me, a little left of the gully, I heard a turkey whistle. This was probably the closest bird I had heard all day.
Then silence for twenty minutes. Nick called ever so lightly with the kee-kee mouth call. Nothing. The bird stopped kee-keeing altogether.
Then I was in for the thrill of the day………. twenty five yards down the hill and tad off to the left, out walks a young turkey! Heart pounding, I slowly shouldered my Browning 3.5 inch A5 and put the bead on the turkey`s head, then slowly squeezed the trigger making the Browning bark.
Yesssss! I had just shot my 1st Fall Turkey ever. I quickly stood up and gave Nick a thumbs up. He came down, and said, “Well you just made my day Ken Beam!” Man was I ever ecstatic!
After our congratulatory handshakes, Nick looked at me and asked, “Would you mind if we set up again right here?” Bewildered I replied “Sure….. but even after I just shot?” – He said, “Yep…… they`re still trying to re-group and your shot will have very little affect on them”
So we sat together, side by side against the same tree I had just shot the bird from. He said, “Let`s give it another forty-five minutes by that time we`ll be about out of light” –
This time he started yelping with the pot-call after sitting about twenty minutes. He explained that the birds were still trying to re-group before dark and in a matter of minutes, we heard the familiar whistle as a lone bird worked towards us. But the sound never got all that close and after forty five minutes we picked up, headed back to the trucks and called it a day. He explained on the way back that because we had been chasing this same flock for several hours, they get wise to the calling quickly. He told me that spot would be a perfect set up tomorrow morning at first light, because they never re-grouped before dark and would roost wherever they had ended up that evening. Unfortunately I had to get back to work the next day or I would`ve attempted this.
What an amazing Fall day in the woods. I couldn`t thank him enough for giving me the opportunity to learn an entirely new style of hunting. Walking in the cool crisp Fall air, listening to him masterfully call those Autumn birds and observing Maizy the turkey dog work made the day`s adventure simply enthralling.
And getting my first Fall Turkey was simply icing on the cake. Now next Fall can`t come soon enough.
Thank you Nick and Maizy for my first Fall Turkey Doggin` Adventure.
A day I`ll always remember.
Winter Bow Hunting is something that I have always loved to do as a youngster growing up in Califon. The excitement and challenge of hunting for deer in the snow and cold has always had a tremendous allure to me.
However, now at 55 years old and being on blood thinners since the heart attack, I`ve come to the realization that the cold air is not all that easy for me to deal with anymore. Now I`m not complaining, because being cold certainly beats the alternative……. a “dirt nap!” – So for that I am very thankful.
But I had been watching the weather forecast for this past weekend, and it was predicted to be a rather balmy 50 degrees….all weekend. “Perfect”, I thought as I made plans to set up my ground blind on the Land Preserve that I had obtained permission to bow hunt on in Califon. Let me tell you a little bit about that. I contacted the gentleman that oversees all of the Land Trusts throughout New Jersey and left a message on his voicemail asking for permission. To be perfectly honest, I really never thought I`d hear back from him, because they don`t allow hunting up there.
But I was wrong and he called back.
We had a nice conversation and he mentioned something about being in the service and said he had done a little research (I guess with Fish and Wildlife…. not really sure) and that he found out I was retired from the Air Force by the type of hunting license I had. Then I was pleasantly shocked. He said, “Although hunting is not allowed there, I have the authority to make exceptions Ken….and I will send you a letter of authorization to Bow Hunt there for the season today”….”just you alone” – I couldn`t thank him enough and he emailed me the letter that day. I was so thankful for his graciousness.
So getting back to the story, like I said, the sound of fifty degrees in January sounded perfect to me and I needed to get some delicious venison in our freezer. Saturday night I loaded my gear into the truck, so I`d be ready to roll before daybreak on Sunday.
Got up on the hill at 5:45am and set up the blind to hunt out of. It was dead calm, not a breeze and warm. Once I got all set up and comfortable in the dark, like everybody else, I had to grab my phone and announce to the world what I was up too on Facebook. I have to admit something here though…….. see I`m not suppose to drag a deer at all anymore, so I was a little concerned how I could pull this off if I got lucky and actually got a deer. “Well…..let me throw something out there to my Facebook Friends”, I said to myself. So I posted what I was doing and where I was and that I`d appreciate a hand dragging if I got lucky. Well let me tell ya, I can`t tell you how many fellas offered to help me! I got numerous messages saying, “I`m around call me” or “Don`t do it yourself Ken, just tell me where you are and I`ll come”………. I just sat there in the dark, smiled to myself, shook my head and thought, “If a person`s real wealth was measured by his true Friends, then I`m certainly a well-off kinda guy” – and for all of those nice offers, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that messaged me. Really appreciated it.
At about 8am I had a few deer come into the area and I actually got the opportunity to take one. And I swear sometimes I must have an “Angel” that watches over me…… `cause after I shot, the deer ran dead on over the hill and down towards my truck! I couldn`t believe it…….. and after fifteen minutes, I climbed out of the blind and hiked over the hill to where the deer had ran. Lo and behold, she ended up about sixty yards from the truck. Even though it was a short distance, I should`ve called for help as I really need to start being more cognizant of what I do, otherwise I just might end up takin` that “dirt nap” someday.
See the deer on the left and my red truck by the road?
Here`s a little Go PRO video i shot of the day`s adventure up on that hill in Califon;
An usually warm January morning, an excellent place to hunt by myself, plenty of good Friends willing to give a hand and on top of it all, the opportunity to harvest some heart-healthy, delicious venison.
A good morning indeed…… and one to be very Thankful for.
Sucker Gigging! You`ve probably never ever even heard of it right? Well allow me to enlighten you a bit about this Winter-time tradition that takes place in Califon New Jersey. Unlike gigging suckers in Missouri, which is done from a boat, the sucker gigging that we do only takes place on the ice. Compared to the Ozark tradition, whereas they actually use a type of spear to “gig” the suckers out west, we use actual home-made hooks to gig our suckers here in Califon. While the spearing of fish is illegal in the state of New Jersey, hooking or gigging through the ice is not.
Sucker gigging has been done for decades in Califon. Heck I recall as a little boy, my Dad picking me up from Sunday school and telling me that “They`re gigging up at Wise`s right now” ……”So when we get home, change your clothes and we`ll go back down to the river” – And I`ll tell you, I was so excited, I couldn`t get out of my Sunday School clothes fast enough because I would at least get to “drive” the suckers(at this age I was too young to gig!) and that was a big deal for me to do.
So last Sunday was New Year`s Eve and I had been getting a few text messages throughout the week from my buddies saying that the ice ought to be safe enough by the weekend and some asking if we were going gigging this coming Saturday or Sunday. See what was interesting was the fact that we had ice this early in season. As a matter of fact, I don`t recall in recent years ever having started in December. Generally, we would get a cold snap in January or February that would lock up the river for at least a few days. But everything looked like a “go” so we decided to meet Sunday at 9am at Wise`s Pond.
We had a couple of “New-be” Giggers join up with us for their first time. My old Air Force buddy Bob Meyer whom I reconnected with, thanks to Facebook, after not seeing since basic training…..31 years ago! Jeff Van Nest another good friend whom I reconnected with after not seeing him since the late eighties. I was really happy that these two guys could join us for some fun on the ice.
And speaking of ice, Jeff`s Brother Jon, broke the first ice of the morning with a spud bar…………. as he literally dropped the bar on the ice and we all stepped back………The ice was barely an inch thick!! I joked and said, “Well…. somebody might be takin` a dip today boys!” As cold as it had been, this didn`t even seem possible……..
This first spot and the next several proved to be absolutely fruitless……….. and none of us could believe that we weren`t finding fish. Actually what was very peculiar, was the fact that we weren`t seeing anything. Not even a sunny or rockbass. As we discussed this, we came up with a plethora of possible reasons for the lack of fish. Was it because of the sewage treatment plant in Long Valley? Or maybe all of the salt/brine used on the roads had some kind of adverse effect on the fish over the years. Perhaps the fish-eating birds i.e. Bald Eagles, merganzers and blue herons were steadily depleting the fish population. Heck someone even mentioned Northern Pike, or maybe it was a combination of all of these factors. Whatever is was, it certainly made the entire river seem dead.
After a couple hours, it was time to move. The destination was “Duckville” in Middle-Valley, right outside of Califon. This spot had almost always produced some or a lot of fish for us over the years.
We quickly cut our holes, set up and sent the drivers down-river. The moral was getting a little low at this point because of the lack of suckers. It was time to shake things up and get some fish!
Finally! A nice sucker glided slowly across my hole in the ice………….
We had finally gotten into a few fish! Jon nailed three on the next drive and Shane got a random one before the drivers even started.
The young “viking” in front of me and Jeff is Shane! Haha!
Then Bob gigged his first sucker!
So without any further ado, here`s the little Go PRO Video I shot of the day`s adventure on the ice;
Here I`m trying to get these hoodlums in line for our group picture! Haha!
“Alright……ya ready? On three say cheeeeeeese…….one, two three cheeeeeeeeeeeeese!
A good day raisin` hell on the river with a bunch of great guys….. and that`s what it`s all about.
Woodcock hunting is something my best Friend Curt & I always enjoy in the Fall. Nothing quite like a nice Fall morning, hiking with `ol Jake up around the Delaware Water Gap, hoping to kick up a few of the migratory game-birds as they begin their trek south.
After chatting on the phone the past week, we both agreed, although it hadn`t been all that cold the last few days, the two recent cold fronts, ought get the Woodcock moving. So plans were made to head up north…… into Sussex County on Saturday morning. I never even set my alarm as I knew Curt would call very early to confirm that we were still on. At 7am my phone rang and the voice on the other end said, “What are you still in bed?” —- Haha! I said, “Yea, I figured you`d be my alarm, calling a little late aren`t ya?” — Curt, “My damn clock thinks daylight savings time ends today instead of tomorrow and set-back an hour this morning!! –
We both laughed like hell and agreed to meet at our usual spot, the Quick Chek at 8:30.
Now most Woodcock also known as the “Timberdoodle”, start to migrate from the north(Canada) in October, with the major push from mid-October to early November. After migrating south in Autumn, most Woodcock spend the Winter in the Gulf Coast and southeastern Atlantic Coast states. The core of the wintering range centers on Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia. Then the birds head north again in February. Most have returned to the northern breeding range by mid-March to mid-April.
After about a forty-five minute drive north, we were entering the Delaware Water Gap area. As we made our way through Peter`s Valley, a black creature darted across the road in front of Curt`s truck. A Black squirrel…… but with a white tipped-tail! Never in my life had I seen a Black squirrel with that unique white-tip!
Awesome way to start our morning.
For our first spot of the day, Curt pulled into an old logging road that was barely accessible. He knew the area very well and had actually missed a grouse up here the week before. After hooking up the GPS collar to Jake we were on our way up the hill. It was only a matter of minutes, that Jake had the first Woodcock of the day pointed! Curt was much closer to the dog and tried closing in quickly. Unfortunately, it`s rather thick cover up there and you don`t always have much of a shot, as was in this case. The bird flushed and actually flew behind Curt and didn`t offer a shot. We continued to work our way up the hillside, through the thick cover. Really looked like ideal Woodcock habitat and even for that elusive New Jersey Grouse. We used to see quite a few Grouse up in this area years ago. As a matter of fact, the last Grouse I ever shot in Jersey was up in this general area, on Thanksgiving morning about ten or twelve years ago.
After hunting for about two hours we hadn`t had another “point” from Jake nor did we bump any Woodcock. Curt figured that it just hadn`t been really cold enough to get them moving yet.
We worked our way around what appeared to be a really grown up field from years gone by. Lots a wild roses and young sapling trees everywhere. Shortly I heard “Bird!” as Curt flushed a Grouse! Never came my way nor did he even have a shot. “Damn it…. a Grouse” I said as we kept walking.
Hiking into another section, Curt said, “Long before I brought you up here, this spot that we`re walking into, was loaded with Woodcock years ago” – “Well maybe we`ll find a bird or two” I replied. Shortly after getting into the thick brush, the GPS beeped…… Jake was on point, but a good ways away. Now one thing about `ol Jake, while he doesn`t always hunt close to us, he certainly holds point on a bird forever! Once again, Curt was closer to him, as I circled for an opening on some higher ground. In a matter of moments, the bird flushed and Curt`s over-and-under 20Gauge Berretta cracked, but he missed the fast, darting Woodcock.
After a quick follow-up, Jake went on point quickly and shortly thereafter, we bagged our first of the season Jersey Woodcock. While there isn`t a lot of meat on these small game-birds, I do find them to be quite tasty!
As the mid-morning sun turned into the afternoon, we decided to take a break, pull a lot of ticks off of us and go grab some lunch. We usually stop in the Layton General store but Curt went another route and we ended up on 206 a few miles north at the Hainesville General Store. A really neat old store filled with amazing antiques and kinds of wonderful, homemade goodies.
After lunch we headed back out to the woods….(hell after those delicious cheesesteak sandwiches and homemade fries, I was ready for a nap!) –
Needless to say we didn`t find anymore “Timberdoodles” as we hunted `till about 4pm and decided to call it a day. Ohhhhhhh…… I almost forgot. Even though I didn`t have a lot of opportunity to shoot much cool hunting footage, I did manage to put together this short clip and you can see that `ol 1959 20gauge Browning A5 that I use in action. I also used some new editing software for this clip…….Seems a lot clearer than some I`ve shot in the past. Hope you like like it!
And while we only managed to bring home one woodcock, it was just a fine Fall day to be up north in the Great Outdoors of New Jersey with Curt and Jake.
On our way out of the Gap, we had an added treat…….. a Bobcat bounded across the road in front of Curt`s truck! Another awesome site to see as this was the second Bobcat that we had seen in the last two years up there.
The last few weekends, I`ve been running 295 way, way down into South Jersey chasing one of my favorite predator fish…… The invasive Snakehead! In my book, this is one of the most intriguing freshwater “Toothy Critters” that you can encounter and also one that can be quite a challenge depending on where you go after them, especially in a `Yak.
My Snakehead excursions began a few weeks ago when I was on vacation. Other than it was really great to be off for the week, the fishing was absolutely horrendous. Between several cold-fronts blowing in, coupled with a few really strong storms, the fishing for the most part was a wash-out. So the last Sunday of my vacation, I decided to try my hand at some Snakeheads, since I hadn`t caught as much as a cold all week!
I mapped out a spot where I had caught `Snakes a few months back, loaded up the `Yak and made my way south on 295. Once I got to the spot, I realized that launching the `Yak in the duckweed covered mucky swamp, was going to be a bit tougher than I had anticipated. So with my machete and knocked down a good amount of cattails and brush finally clearing a path to drag the `Yak to the swampy waterway.
In the first fifteen minutes, I had my first solid Snakehead “Blow-up”……. and miss. During the next forty minutes or so, I had two more “blow-ups”…… both missed. Now I was a bit puzzled because it actually seemed like the `Snakes were totally missing the top-water frog I was throwing. “Time to change my strategy” I thought to myself as I reeled up and switched the KVD frog with a smaller Jawbone top-water mouse.
Moving along quietly through the swamp, I set up on the next opening in the thick lily pads. Immediately on my second cast, I had a giant “swirl” in the soup-like duckweed as my mouse hit the water…….. A snakehead was lurking close by. I quickly tossed the mouse back in the same area, just giving it a twitch every now and then, rather than retrieve it. just trying to taunt the `Snake into a strike…….. Then it happened….. BAM!
Snakehead on! These fish are so aggressive when they hit and can be quite acrobatic once that hook is set!
Shortly thereafter, the snakeahead was in my `Yak.
I landed two more `Snakes that afternoon and felt the week of poor fishing had somewhat been partially redeemed by those few fish I caught that day.
The following weekend I was invited by two of my South Jersey friends to head down into their neck of the woods to chase those Snakeheads again. Heck just mention Snakehead fishing and you won`t have to ask me twice! HaHa! So the first trip was planned with Carmen Fanelli who I fished with back in June when he caught his very first snakehead ever and I landed that 7.25lb beast. Carmen wanted to try for them in a `Yak as he had never caught a snakehead or let alone any kind of fish in a kayak ever. So I burned a vacation day, loaded up both `yaks on Thursday night and was on the road by 4:30am on Friday. I met up with him at his parent`s house as they lived close to where we planned on fishing. We got to the creek and were fishing by 7:30.
And it didn`t take long. As a matter of fact, we were only fishing about fifteen or twenty minutes tops when Carmen yelled, “Yo…Yo Ken!”…. I paddled out of the pads and could see he had a nice Snakehead thrashing about by the `Yak!
I quickly netted his first fish ever in a kayak….a Snakehead! I couldn`t have been happier!
Now before I tell you all about my next couple days down in the swamps with my friend Andrew Dopkin, I shot a little video that I hope will give you a taste of what Snakehead fishing in the swamps of Jersey is really like;
Trekked Back down to the swamps on Saturday…
My friend Andrew invited me to head down his way the very next day to chase some more Snakeheads. So after a two hour journey back down south, I arrived at his home that afternoon. We jumped in his truck and were on our way to his secret Snakehead Honey-hole about thirty miles away in the middle of no where.
Boy…. and I mean in the middle of no where.
As we hiked down the steep drop-off, he explained that the interesting thing about this place, is that it wasn`t connected to any sort of tributary off of the Delaware River. Apparently the `Snakeheads got in here when it flooded and remained trapped and had easily adapted.
Andrew being a very gracious host, allowed me to take the first few casts into the swampy waters. On the fourth cast I had a “blow-up” which I missed. I told him, “C`mon… start fishing!” – And on one of his casts, as he steadily retrieved the frog, literally right before the shoreline……WHAM!!! Huge blow-up and fish on!
Andrew easily landed the beautiful `Snake! I don`t think I ever saw a snakehead strike that hard nor swallow the entire frog the way that one did! The entire frog was gone!
Needless to say, the spot was red-hot and he managed to nail three more nice ones. As for me……. well…… hey sometimes you`re on and sometimes you`re not. In other words, I would`ve had a better chance of gettin` hit by lightnin` on that bright, sunny afternoon rather than catch a Snakehead! HaHa!
I had a good number of blow-ups and just couldn`t seem to connect and set the hook. So we were discussing poles, lines etc. and I mentioned that I had stepped on and broke the rod I had used back in June when I caught the nice 7 pounder. He said, “hey let me see that rod you`re using” – and said, “I think this might be part of your problem Ken, the rod is bit too light” and proceeded to show me his “Fast Action” rod.
“This(my rod) definitely doesn`t have a lot of back-bone when you set the hook like mine” he explained.
Which when I thought about it, made a lot of sense. After a few more hours, we called it a day and headed back to his house. On the way back, I said, “I`m going to see if I can find one of those rods up my way” as he said the local Walmart had them down there at a really good price. Well the next day, I searched three Walmarts up here and none had this fishing rod….. not even close.
One more time back to the swamps the following Saturday….
During the week Andrew and I shot several texts back and forth and he asked if I wanted to take a crack at those Snakeheads one more time on the upcoming Saturday. I said, “Sure….. and I want to try something” I explained that I couldn`t come down until the afternoon and that I might only have enough time to fish a couple hours. My plan was to fish at dusk till dark, with the intentions of possibly even getting into a Bowfin or two. I also said, “Go to Walmart and pick me up one of those Fast-Action poles too” – So the gamble was a four hour round-trip drive to fish about two and a half hours. But I had a hunch and wanted to see if it would pay off.
I arrived about 4:15 and we had a good twenty mile drive to reach this other hot-spot Andrew explained. Half an hour later we arrived at our destnation, as the afternoon sun was beginning to slowly fade into western horizon. We quickly hiked into the new territory.
I started casting into the first pond and within minutes landed my first Snakehead of the day with that new “fast action” rod!
Moments later, Andrew had a nice “blow-up” but missed – Then another shortly thereafter. He thought they might`ve been Bowfin as they as usually harder to set the hook with top-water lures. Then he had an idea.
He asked me if I had ever used “Trailer Hooks” and I said “Yep…. on Spinnerbaits for Pike” — He said, “No no… I mean on a top-water frog?” – I said, “Never knew they made Trailers for top-water” –
That`s a Trailer Hook…… the single hook that`s connected to the two main hooks. The idea is that you will have fewer misses because the fish gets caught on the Trailer.
Shortly thereafter, he did catch a Snakehead using this set-up……and that was about it for him. Seemed like the “curse” that I had the week before, had shifted to him! HaHa! But that`s why they call it fishing!
Yep….. the Fast Action rod was the ticket that evening and my hunch was right. The action was awesome from dusk till dark.
Couldn`t ask for better weather or better company. You know I don`t have a lot of South Jersey Fishin` Friends but the few that I do have, are the most passionate fishermen(Ladies) you`ll ever meet. And even though we all come from different walks of life and are pretty different age-wise, the “common denominator” is of course our passion for fishing. And when you`re enjoying that with a good friend or two,….. All of your troubles and worries seem to go away for that short period of time.
Had a nice invite from one of the RodFather members a few weeks back, to have a go at some Snakeheads on foot way down in the swamps of South Jersey. And I`m certainly not one to pass up a chance when it comes to fishing for one of my all-time favorite Toothy Critters!
So I took a day off work, saddled up at 5am and made my way down 295 to meet up with Carmen at his parent`s house. As I pulled up in front of the house, both he and his Dad were on the porch and all smiles as I jumped out of the Murano and said, “Mornin`…….. You ready to see if we can get ya that Snake?” —- And his Dad said, “Yea and if he gets one, then he can show me how to as well!” as we all had a good laugh.
Carmen said, “Just throw your gear in my car, I`ll drive” as the first spot was literally about five minutes away.
As we approached the wall, he said he had several misses at this spot the last few days.
He said he had always fished it from along the water`s edge below the wall, so we hiked down the path.
We worked this spot for about twenty minutes then hiked to the other side. He said he wasn`t sure if Snakeads were as readily on this side as the water was fast moving. But I had a hunch and went back to the other side where we started. But this time, rather than go down to the edge of the water, I cast my frog from the top of the wall. Figuring this might be a better way to approach the skittish Snakehead.
BAM! My hunch was right! Snakehead On!
I quickly hustled my way off the wall and down the bank, reeling as I walked my way down the embankment.
Nice way to start the day! First Snakehead of the day in the first forty minutes! Carmen was surprised that we were on the board so quickly. “Ahhhhhhh……beginner`s luck” I told him as we both laughed.
After going to several other spots that morning, we decided to move a little further south as he said he had seen a couple rather large Snakes recently in these pools. This time I decided to try throwing a Zoom Fluke rather than everybody`s “Go-To” top-water Frog. Lately I had been having a decent amount of success with this particular Fluke, with the Largemouth and Northern Pike up my way.
The fourth cast with the Zoom Fluke…….. BAM! Fish on! Carmen saw the splashing and came running! I said, “I think it`s a huge Bowfin”…….. as he thrashed on top of the water. The mighty fish peeled line as my drag began to scream! What a fight! Carmen jumped down to the edge of the water trying to grab the beast with the Boga-Grip! Missing several times, the huge fish ran back out to deeper water! “He won`t open his mouth Ken!” as he tried again the lip-lock the monster with the grips! Then abruptly Carmen jumped in and grabbed the beast with both hands and threw the mighty serpent-like fish up on shore! We finally had the Swamp Monster Snakehead on shore! And what a fish!
The dark demon fish weighed in at 7lbs. 2oz. and was 29 inches long. A trophy indeed!
Now after all this excitement, I wanted to focus on getting Carmen his first Snake….. so we rounded up our gear, threw the beast in the cooler and ventured onward into some new territory. After about an hour, it happened!
BAM! Snake on for Carmen! And he finally landed his first Snakehead!
We worked the area for a couple more hours, with a decent amount of “blow-ups” – Then I nailed a nice Bowfin on a “Bubble-Gum” Zoom Fluke.
And without any further ado, here`s the Go PRO Video I shot of the day`s adventure down in South Jersey;
So Carmen caught his first Snakehead and I landed my Swamp Monster…… a great day indeed.
Nothing quite like fishing with someone new……who truly enjoys the sport with the same passion. Carmen was an excellent host……. and I`ll be back…….with the `Yaks!
What a fantastic day out and about on the Saltwater with my friend Walton Cheung this past Sunday! Walton found me several years ago on YouTube and contacted me about fishing in Califon, where I grew up. From that point on, we`d had always stayed in touch over the years, and had only got back together to share our passion for fishing on his boat back in 2011……. that is until a couple weeks ago, when he messaged me on Facebook, asking if I`d be interested in joining him on his boat in Staten Island.
“Absolutely!” I wrote back and we set up a date to meet up at the Great Kills Park in Staten Island, which is part of the Gateway National Recreation Area.
Funny thing was this was only the second time I had ever driven into Staten Island and I forgot all about the uhhhhh……. nice toll! HaHa! So I pulled up, I looked at the Lady and asked, “How much?” ……She replied, “$15″………… I looked at her and said, “That`s for the year…..right?” —- HaHa!! She laughed, I paid her and asked, “Hey how far away is the Great Kills Park?”…….. She said, “I really don`t know…… I wouldn`t imagine too far away though”…… Me, “Okkkkkkkk…..thanks”…as I pull away shaking my head. I couldn`t find the park in the Navigation(ok….. can you say Ken sucks at using Navigation???!! Can build websites, but can`t use Navigation!! HaHa!)
Eventually I got to the Park and met up with Walton and his friend Ken(another Ken) as they had the boat already launched and ready to go. Grabbed my cooler, jumped on board and off we went.
First stop, we weren`t fishing a minute and Walton latched onto a really nice Dogfish(we were calling them Sharks though! HaHa! `cause the resemble a little Shark) – Moments later, we each caught a few more Dogfish and then Ken was jigging a swim-shad and nailed a really nice 23 inch Fluke! Good solid, fun action right off the bat!
Then my gracious Fishing Host told me to drive the boat……… which I love to do!
Next stop, I wrangled up a “Keeper”(19 inch) Fluke of my own as well!
Gorgeous day…. light, steady breeze….. And I had my Dramamine so the “Chum King” didn`t show up that day on the high seas! Yep…… I do get SeaSick! HaHa!
I think you all will really going to enjoy this Go PRO Video I shot of the day`s Adventure…… Walton had his Drone out there as well and we combined some footage. So without any further ado, grab some popcorn, crank up the speakers and enjoy the show;
It was really good to re-connect with Walton as he is a really nice guy and a great host.
We both agreed to get together more often for some more fishing Adventures in the near future!
Good Friends….. Good Fishing……….Can`t beat that combination in my book.
You know as I was driving home from work last night, I was thinking about all of the really decent guys and gals that I`ve met through Facebook and the various outdoors sites that I belong to on-line. Really nice people……. and while all of us come from different walks of life, we share that one common connection…..Our love for fishing. And even though we may all be strangers to one another, because of our common passion, striking up an initial conversation couldn`t be any easier.
Well last Sunday I had the pleasure of meeting and fishing one of these individuals. My on-line fishing Friend, Brian Downs graciously invited down to his neck of the woods to have a go at Snakeheads and Bowfins.
We met at our chosen destination at about 7am that morning and I followed him down 295 for several miles.
He explained how they had done really well at this spot the day before and was hoping for the same action.
Once at the swamp, we quickly set up, grabbed our gear and hiked our way in. As we approached the swampy area, the first thing I noticed were how high the lily pads were. At least waist-high. Definitely now like to low-lying smaller pads back up north.
We started working our top-water frogs across the green, mucky duck-weed covered waters trying to entice a strike from a hungry Snakehead. Nothing really that first hour. We talked about tides and concluded that we were really just at the beginning of the incoming tide. More than likely, the fishing might be a tad slow for the first couple hours.
About a half hour later, Brian suggested moving on and we we walked back out towards the lily pad-infested main lake. He said that there were some nice Snakeheads and Largemouth Bass usually caught in the lake itself. So we decided to toss some frogs and see what happens.
On my third cast, I saw a tremendous wake coming right at my frog! BAM! Fish on!
The mighty Bowfin rolled and thrashed as I set the hook! “Wow! What a heavy fish”, I said aloud. Then within the next twenty seconds my line went limp as the big `Fin threw my frog and cruised back into the murky darkness of the still Pads.
After that excitement, we hiked to a little walk-way bridge that crossed this fairly narrow creek. Brian said “Let`s work this….. I just saw a Snake in the muddy water” – He worked on side and I the other. At one point he said, “Ken…stop! The Snake is right under your frog! He`s stalking it! Twitch it!” – And so I did as my “Guide” requested and BAM! An explosion as the ferocious Snakehead slammed into the top-water frog! I reeled back and set a hard hook! Less than a minute later, Brian was at the water`s edge clamping the Boga Grips on it`s lips.
We continued to fish for the next several hours in the hot muggy swamp. At one point, I came within inches of stepping on a huge watersnake(well….. at least I think it was just a watersnake) which could been a problem as I only wear crocs the majority of the Summer. So more or less, I`m barefoot. Yea….. that could`ve been a problem. Then Brian at another point had the strangest bug I had ever seen land on him!
Turned out this peculiar looking bug was a “Eyed Elater”……. And as I said, neither of us had ever seen this strange bug before ever.
I think some of you will appreciate how tough it can be to fish on foot in a situation like this. So without further ado, here`s the Video I shot of the day`s Adventure;
We definitely decided that we could cover a lot more territory in the `Yaks next time I head down that way.
Heck I even got the chance met a few of his buddies that were fishing out and about down there that day. Bunch of real nice fellas.
Brian told me awhile back, that he`d have me down to chase those Snakes……. And a good man keeps his word and I appreciate that. Look forward to draggin` the `Yaks down that way next trip to fish with my Friend.
Last night I had the opportunity to experience fishing on Lake Hopatcong for the first time and finally meet up with one of my on-line fishing friends Wil “CatDaddy” Rowe. Now I have ice fished on the lake in the wintertime a few years back with tip-ups, but had never actually been in a boat
Until last night.
Got a text from Wil the previous week asking if I`d be interested in having a go at some Walleye and Hybrid Stripers on a Saturday night……… all night. Well it certainly doesn`t take all that much to entice me especially when the opportunity for a new adventure arises! Told him to count me in and plans were made to meet up at his house.
I met him around 10pm and we got everything together and made our way over to the lake. Wil quickly launched the boat and shortly, we were on our way across the lake into the darkness.
As we were going out, `ol CatDaddy said, “Hey Ken if you want, just use one of my set-ups, rather than setting yours up”…..””Grab that one right there” ——- I was like, “Ohhhhh…..ok …. thanks” —– “Hey just don`t throw it over-board…… that set-up ran me $850! HaHa!”……. I immediately put the rod back in the holder laughing and said, “Holy cow!….Uhhhhhhh…….. I think I`ll pass on using that pal! Haha! And grabbbed one of my three “A lot less expensive rigs” and set it up! If there`s one thing about me, I don`t have the fanciest, most expensive gear when it comes to a `Yak or rod and reel set-ups……….but I certainly respect anyone that does. (And I`m better off not as I tend to break a lot of things……..HaHa!)
At out first stop, we began casting top-water lures, I was using a Skitter-Walker while Wil started casting Bill Dance Spitting Image lure. Wasn`t long before Wil hooked into the first `Eye of the night;
CatDaddy told me that we wouldn`t be sitting long in one spot, especially if we were having little to no action. So it wasn`t long and we were on the move to area number two in that cool, night time Spring air. Wil explained that the herring are spawning this time of year and that he was listening for them as they surfaced. “Find the herring and we`ll find our fish” he told me.
Eventually at one point we got into a feeding frenzy and fish were breaking water all around us as they fed on herring!
CatDaddy Wil with a beast of a Hydrid Striper! We forgot to weigh this one…had to go 6 or 7 pounds!
After a little advice, I started getting the retrieve down with these top-water lures and wrangled up a few real nice fish as well – including this monster Walleye that weighed in at 7lbs 10oz!
From around midnight on, the action got really consistent as we landed nice fish right up till dawn;
As I drove back home at daybreak, the sun was rising over the hill,…..
I smiled as I had enjoyed an incredible night of fishing and excellent company as well.
Quite the night indeed……..
Good fishing and good friends…….. You can`t beat that combination in my book.
**NOTE – If you enjoy fishing at Lake Hopatcong, please consider joining the Knee Deep Fishing Club. It`s a wonderful organization that not only strives to preserve and promote the natural resources of New Jersey`s Largest Lake, but also contributes to the community endeavors of Lake Hopatcong as well. The website is below;
My alarm went off at 4am this past Saturday and as I heard to rain coming down hard, I opened the back door to access the weather situation. Trying to convince myself that it was only a shower, I looked at the weather app on my phone and quickly realized that turkey hunting was out of the question. Those `ol “Thunder Chickens” would just never gobble in that hard, pouring rain and according to the app, it was expected to be like this on and off most of the day.
Time for plan B. Take the `Yak out a few hours later. And that`s exactly what I did.
See if there`s one thing that is consistent about me, is the fact that if the weather is bad, I`m always eager to fish. Why? Well number one, because I generally have decent luck during inclement weather conditions and number two, because wherever I choose to go, more than likely, it`s a safe bet that I`ll have that particular body of water pretty much to myself.
So I decided to trek back up to Budd Lake and that`s exactly what it was when I arrived……. desolate.
As I unloaded the `Yak and my gear, I stared at a flag waving in the strong wind blowing out of the east, convincing myself that “It wasn`t that bad”………right. In a matter of minutes, I was paddling out in the wind and started casting a chartreuse and white chatter-bait along the weedy shoreline. Bam! Fish on! A really good size Largemouth Bass flipped off right at the side of the `Yak! “Well that didn`t take too long” I said aloud as I paddled and tried to hold position while casting against the wind and rain. My arms were definitely in for a work out in this weather.
Paddling my way further out onto the lake, I was having a really difficult time as the wind kicked up even more, which caused me to have to continuously paddle in order to hold some sort of point.
I moved into some brush on the edge of the shoreline just so I could regroup and lay out a few different lures in the `Yak. Going through my lure bag would be one less thing that I needed to do between constantly paddling and casting in the strong wind. I really wouldn`t recommend any of you younger kayakers to go out in a situation like this, at least not alone. At one point, there was actually white caps on the lake…… that`s how rough it got.
Working a small cove, I tossed the white spinner-bait into the murky waters and actually had a fish chase it as the lure got closer to the surface. Almost like a top-water strike…….. “Was that a Bass” I asked myself as I quickly threw the lure back over the general area. BAM! My rod doubled over as the strong fish dove under the `Yak! I knew that feeling all to well……… yep…. it was `ol Esox! In a matter of minutes after short but gallant battle, I landed a beautiful 34 inch Northern Pike.
After taking a picture, I quickly released the Toothy Critter back into the depths on Budd Lake. I sort of decided also to stop using my bogus fish grips as well. I figured having that grip clamped on their mouth probably causes even more stress and can definitely literally rip and break their lips if the fish just hangs off the grips by it`s weight alone. Also they do release and swim away much quicker without using the grips. But don`t expect me to not use the grips for Snakeheads! HaHa! No no……. not happening.
I continued to battle the wind which actually started getting stronger at this point. Definitely making it tough to fish! At one point, there were even white caps on the water. A little rough indeed….. but the fish were bitin`!
Shortly there after, hooked into yet another nice Toothy Critter……. Number two was in the `Yak.
As the dark clouds rolled in overhead and the rain came down, the Pike were cooperating nicely!
By now I was getting soaked having left my rain coat back at the truck, but when the action is hot and heavy, I rarely ever call it quits. Ok ok…… strike that……. I never call it quits when the fish are in their feeding frenzy mode!
Mixing it up a little, I decided to use my old “Fave-Pike-Lure” that I always used in northern Ontario Canada for quite a few years………a Gold Mepps #5. There isn`t a species of Esox that won`t hit a Gold Mepps. I`ve caught `em all with it and landed number three of day tossing it near an old beaver lodge. A real nice fat pike that definitely bent my rod as he dove under the `Yak!
And yep…… I did have the Go PRO that rainy day. So without any further ado, here`s the little clip I shot of the day`s adventure up on Budd Lake. Hope ya like it! (`Cause between the wind and paddling, it was extra tough to do!)
Ended up being a really good day out on the water……… hell……. I like just about any day out on any water though! HaHa! Ended up landing five nice Northern Pike, lost a nice Bass and landed a smaller Bass as well. As I paddled back to the launch area, four younger fellas were loadin` up their jon boats and two saw me coming in and stopped. I came into shore and said, “How`d you boys do today out there? They said they only had lost one pike and asked how I did, so I called them all over and showed them my phone pics of the days catch. They seemed pretty impressed, then one of them said, I`ve seen you on Instagram….. I know who you are because of your hat”……… HaHa! So we shook hands, introduced ourselves and then another older fella walk over and says, “This guy always catches fish….. I follow you on YouTube and watch all of your videos”…….. So we shook hands and chatted a bit. Real nice bunch of guys.