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.
One thing that I really enjoy doing in the `Yak, is exploring new territory and this past Saturday I did just that.
The challenge of fishing in a new body of water is very appealing to me. However, I sort of got mixed vibes from the various posts that I read on-line about my latest targeted waterway, Budd Lake. As quite a few had posted about having little or no luck at all on the largest natural lake in New Jersey.
A little tid-bit about Budd Lake:
Budd Lake was named after John Budd, who acquired 1,300 acres of land in 1714. Prior to that, it was called Hattacawanna Lake. A glacial lake at an evaluation of 933 feet, Budd Lake has a surface area of 374 acres. making it the largest natural lake in New Jersey. It is 7-12 feet deep, and can have large algal blooms.
Now, the forecast was a chilly 47 degrees, rainy and with a breezy with a very gusty wind at times. “Hmmmmm… “Perfect! More than likely the lake would be deserted on such a “nice” day!” I thought to myself as I smiled while looking out the window. With that thought i mind, I got dressed, loaded up `Yak, grabbed my hat and headed out to Budd Lake. The beauty of where we live(Well….. there are many other ones….. like my “friends” those Bears on the patio! HaHa!) is the fact that there are so many great fishing waters within a ten mile radius of our house. And Budd Lake is exactly ten miles away.
I pulled in the lot a little after 9am and the wind was howling as the cold rain pelted my face. I actually had second thoughts about draggin` the `Yak off the Murano. “Ahhhhhh….I`ll hang along to shoreline as I paddle out” I said aloud trying to convince myself. With the wind blowing out of the north-west, I was in for some tough paddlin`. Not only was I going to have a long paddle, but paddling directly into the wind. And once I reached my destination on the lake, it would be blowing the `Yak across the lake…..and ideally I wanted to work my way back down the edge. In a nutshell, my arms were in for quite a workout fighting the wind while trying to fish as well!
Probably took me a good hour or more fighting the wind, to paddle across the lake. But I finally got there and was ready to have at it!
There were three reasons that I was rather intrigued with Budd Lake; Bass, Pickerel and Northern Pike…… all in the same waters! So being a veteran Esox-chasin`-son-of-a-gun, I started out with a couple of favorite go-too lures from my arsenal that would simply target any of the three species of fish I was after. I attached a blue and black Chatterbait to one rod and a chartreuse and white 3/8oz. Spinnerbait to the other.
I have my Shimano reels spooled with 30lb Power PRO and I run a 30lb. 6 inch wire-leader because I have had more than a couple of those toothy critters slash the line with their razor-like teeth. Personally I want to land my fish not watch them swim away with a big lure in their mouth.
I worked my way along the shore casting into brushy cover along the treeline. “`Ol Esox had to be here as it just looks too good!” I said to myself. Then BAM! Fish on! Felt like a good one at that as the Northern Pike thrashed the top water with his tail! The drag ran as he dove under my `Yak and crashed and shook his head on top of the water on the opposite side! I quickly walked my rod around the front of the `Yak to get the line on the other side. The drag peeled off more line as he dove down into the murky water of the lake! After about ten minutes of fighting, I finally netted the beautiful 35 inch Esox and had my 1st Northern Pike at Budd Lake.
After a couple pictures, I quickly released the `Gator back into the pond unharmed. “I have a feeling things are going to get “interesting” out here” I thought to myself as I made my way back to where I had left off.
After about thirty minutes, I got into this little shallow sort of cove or cut-out among the trees. Quietly I drifted a little closer so I could pin-point some casting into the cover. On the third cast, as the Chatterbait hit the water, a violent wake came towards it immediately! WHAM! Fish on baby! Here we go! Another nice pike thrashed about that I quickly netted. Another nice, colorful Northern indeed. My second of the morning.
Decided to start throwing the Spinnerbait on my second set-up as I have caught many Northern Pike and Pickerel on this color combo in my outings. And it didn`t take too long, as the drag started reeling off line! Fish on again! As my rod doubled over, I knew I had another really nice New Jersey Northern Pike! After a short battle, I netted the tired, fat toothy critter. And I had my 3rd Budd Lake Pike of the day.
Wasn`t long after that I had another strike……… but it felt a little different than the past three. A tad more sluggish. More of a pull and run. I had a good idea what it was as I set the hook. Yep….. I was right! A decent “Snot-Rocket!”…. Not quite the fight of the Northerns, but all and all a good one. A nice 22” Chainside Pickerel was quickly scooped into my net.
After a few hours, I had made my way almost along the entire edge and it started raining pretty hard. “Ahhhhhh…….. `bout time to call it a day” I said aloud as I was pretty chilled(which I get pretty easily nowadays because of the blood thinners I have to take) – I figured I`d make a couple more casts and get the heck out of there……….. And I went back to throwing the black and blue chatterbait…….
Ohhhhhhhh boy! What an explosion!! As a Monster Largemouth Bass attacked the Chatterbait! Making several sporadic jumps and flips before I could finally net her! A beautiful 5.8lb female full of eggs! I quickly took a picture of and gently released the “Mama Bass” back into the pond unharmed.
So I guess you could say I hit my Budd Lake Trifecta that day…… Pike, Bass and Pickerel!
Definitely enjoyed my 1st time out on Budd Lake. Quite the Adventure indeed. I`ll be back. And if you happen to recognize my `Yak or my hat, pull up and say “Hi” ………always enjoy talkin` to Friends out on the water.
Yesterday was one of the most enlightening learning experiences that I have encountered in quite sometime, so I thought it would be nice share it with all of you.
Craig Lemon, the Hackettstown Hatchery Superintendent for New Jersey Fish and Game kindly invited me to see how they spawn Muskies at the Hatchery, as he said he thought I would find it very interesting.
And boy….. was he ever right. As I had no idea as to what they actually did here.
I arrived to the Hatchery at 10am and as I strolled in the building, I saw Craig and his team had already induced several Muskies and were preparing the tables were they would extract the eggs and semen from the fertile fish.
It was absolutely amazing to see these massive predator fish that close up as they cruised about rather slowly in their suspended groggy state in the large holding tanks. Craig explained that the spawning period is only for a week or two, so between setting traps out(These Muskies were caught at Greenwood Lake which is about an hour & fifteen minutes away from the Hatchery), checking the traps, then bringing the fish back to the Hatchery and deciding which fish are ready to be spawned and which ones need to be induced, timing is everything. The traps that they use to capture the Muskies are like huge, over-sized minnow trap. You know the kind……… with two holes where the minnows simply swim in and are captured. Same exact idea with these large Musky traps. Craig said, “The trapnets capture hundreds of fish daily, but we only bring back the species we are spawning to the hatchery. Nets are checked daily when spawning is at its peak, so we don’t stress the fish were they might spawn in the net. When water temps are colder we can let the nets fish for 48 hours before checking” –
Trapnet markers set up on Greenwood Lake to catch the Muskies.
Trapnet full of Muskies ready to be spawned!
Craig told me, “The Muskellenge Broodstock Collection over the past 20 years has taken place every year between March 27th and April 27th. The Muskies generally follow the Walleye collection and also when Lake temperatures reach the Magic 50 degree mark. The females typically “ripen” at 50 degrees” –
I observed that the majority of the muskies had been tagged previously and those that weren`t got tagged at the spawning that day.
The Spawning procedure;
Craig explained “Common Carp Pituitary is injected into the females to induce spawning. We use it under the Federal INAD Program. Walleyes and Northern Pike will spawn on their own back at the Hatchery. Muskies won`t.” Craig said they aren`t positive what causes this in the Muskies, but he said they speculate that it may be possibly the stress of transporting them, causes them to be unable to do this naturally at the Hatchery. Possibly.
Working in pairs, Craig and his team started the spawning procedure. Craig extracted the semen from the males through a sort of suction apparatus while the other two massaged the eggs from a large female. One held the large Musky towards to back of the fish while the other held her front and gently worked the eggs from her belly. It was an amazing process to witness as the eggs streamed into a small silver type of bowl, Craig would then disperse the extracted Musky semen into the bowl with the eggs. Now this was really interesting; they actually have their own “pond of Muskies” at the Hatchery. More or less for back-up if they can`t/don`t capture enough males in the wild, they have their own “stable” in order to spawn the fertile eggs.
Then I had the opportunity to lightly stir and mix the Musky “batter” with a goose feather. After stirring for several minutes, one of the guys took over for the next step. He added a cup or so of plain ordinary corn starch to the Musky “baby-batter” and continued stirring. The corn starch keeps the eggs from sticking together. He then took the bowl over to another station where he sort of trickled water ever so lightly in the bowl as he continued to stir in order to clarify to mixture.
Stirring the Musky “Baby-Batter”
Eventually the “batter” would be placed in one of these clear cylinders and monitored. The gentleman explained to me that the cylinder I was looking at, had 149,000 Musky eggs in it! He also showed me several holding tanks full of baby Northern Pike that they had spawned back in April that they were raising.
You`re looking at 149,000 Musky eggs in this one container!
A tank full of baby Northern Pike that they spawned last month.
Then he showed me a tank full of Tiger Musky Fry. A Tiger Musky is a cross between a Northern Pike and a Musky. These beautiful fish are “created” right there at the Hatchery. Craig explained that with a Tiger Musky they can spawn either a female Northern Pike with a male Musky or vice-versa, a female Musky with a male Northern Pike in order to “create” the Tiger Musky. They showed me a holding tank that had Walleyes just on the brink of hatching and told me in a day or so, there would be thousands of baby Walleye fry in there. It`s also very interesting that the Hatchery trades/supplies other states with various species as well. For instance Craig told me that they ship Northern Pike to Massachusetts in exchange for land-locked Salmon fry to raise and stock in New Jersey.
About an hour after the completed the spawning process, the truck came in with more freshly captured Muskies from Greenwood Lake. The fish were carefully placed in a smaller holding tank, the measured, weighed and tagged accordingly then put in the larger holding ponds until they were ready to be spawned in the upcoming days.
The muskies are then returned to the Lakes immediately after the spawning at the Hatchery.
I never knew till now, how many different species of fish that are actually raised at the Hackettstown Hatchery. It was so interesting to see and learn about the spawning process.
They do have an Open House to the public and I would highly recommend taking the tour of this facility to learn more about what they do there. You will be amazed.
I can`t thank Craig and his team enough for graciously showing me around and explaining their various processes and procedures of the Hatchery.
So I`ve been seeing quite a few of my Facebook Friends, Bob, Kevin, Sandi and Vince posting a lot of pictures lately of the crappies that they`ve been catching and it got me thinking,…. maybe I ought to have go at them. Now up to this point, I had never specifically targeted “Slabs” myself, other than occasionally catching one by chance. But I have eaten a few a few of them that I caught and they were delicious.
Now I don`t about most of you out there, but when I want to pick up some tips or learn something, I immediately turn to YouTube. And that is exactly what I did the other night. I watched a couple Springtime Crappie Fishing videos and after a few minutes of “YouTube School” I was all set.
Now I bought a cheap little panfish/crappie kit from Walmart(my go-to fishing store! haha!) years ago, threw it in a drawer and never used it. Remember that little ultra-light rod and reel that I found last month buried in the snow?
Spooled with 4lb test, paired with my Walmart panfishing kit, this would be the ideal Crappie-set-up.
The forecast the next morning, wasn`t sounding all that good……… very cold with a flood warning. “Hmmmmmm…… well…… I like fishing in the rain(but a flash flood??)” I said aloud, as I tried to convince myself as I loaded up the `Yak. I figured I had a window of about two hours before the heavy rains blew in.
And it was rather “chilly” out to say the least………..As I took this picture in the Murano as I drove out.
I launched and started working a low-lying edge of the shore that had a nice drop off. I was using a pink jig with a white grub tail. Immediately on my third cast, the bobber went under! Fish on! Well well…….. my 1st crappie of the morning.
Now I forgot a couple things that morning; 1.) my light-weight wading pants 2.) my PDF 3.) a cooler to put my fish in.
So as you can see, I had my neoprenes in the Murano and no life-jacket. Definitely not the smartest thing to do. Especially when the water is as ice-cold as it is, you don`t want to accidentally flip the `Yak wearing neoprenes. So if any of you younger fishermen and fisherLadies see this, please don`t try this. Also I didn`t have a cooler to put my catch in, so they all went back to swim another day. Which isn`t a bad thing at all……. but I do like to eat `em!
As I worked my way around the edge of the shoreline, I targeted any brush/debris with my jig that I could find. I managed to wrangle up a few more in the `Yak, before the rain stated coming down steady.
Then after about an hour and a half, It really started coming down. Figured I`d take a couple more casts and get the hell out of Dodge before I got caught in a torrential down-pour.
As I started paddling back, I made a couple quick casts……. and Bam! The bobber was gone! Crappie on! And a nice one at that
I didn`t have anything with me to measure that monster Crappie, my fifth of the morning. And now with the thunder and lightning directly over me, I took a couple quick pictures and released that big Slab to swim another day. “Man….. I loved this!” I said to myself as I paddled to shore in the heavy rain.
And in the words of my friend “Hurricane Sandi”…………
Daylight Savings Time began today………Ahhhhhh! Spring is right around the corner. And with the time change, we have more daylight hours… and with more daylight means more time to fish!
The morning stated out bitterly cold and windy. Barely hitting the 20 degree mark up this way by 11am. I debated cracking out the rod n` reel and having a go at it in the afternoon. Fearing I would have a hell of a time keeping the ice off of the eyes on my rod, I hesitated going out in the blustery day at all. But at 2:30 I decided to head up north into Sussex County to see if I could wrangle up a Daylight Savings Time Bass or two at a sort of remote-ish lake that I know of.
By the time I arrived at my destination and hiked out about a mile, I finally started wetting a line about 3:45pm. The bitter air was cold as the wind whipped across my face, but it felt good to be out and about. As I worked my way around, I came upon another fisherman. “Any luck?” I opened up with. “Not unless you`re counting the ice I`m catching!” he replied jokingly. .
I fished for about two hours without even a mere strike. Eventually I worked my way to the other side, hoping to get some action near some submerged brush. But nothing.
So as the sun set, the evening temperature dropped even more, the ice was forming at a rapid rate on the eyes on my rod. At that point, I decided to call it a day and hiked back out. Guess I wasn`t going to catch my Daylight Savings Bass after all. Hey that`s why it`s called fishing right?
As I started walking back, I happened to catch something out of the corner of my eye in the snow covered ground…..
The handle of a reel barely sticking out of the snow stopped me in my tracks!
Apparently it had fallen out of someone`s backpack during the snowstorm that we had last Friday and had gotten buried.
The time was now 6:25pm…….. If it wasn`t for Daylight Savings Time, I would`ve left much earlier and would not had wandered in the woods as far as I had…..
And then I wouldn`t have found my Daylight Savings Surprise!
Yep…. I`ll be dining on deer all year thanks to a couple of really good Friends! Nothing quite like dining on a venison burger on the grill in the Summertime or dining on a delicious, slow-cooked venison roast that has been simmering in a crock-pot for ten hours. And if it wasn`t for Mark and Jacob, my supply of venison would`ve ran out by this Spring. See since my heart attack, I have to be careful how much weight I lift or drag and I was very fortunate to have two good friends offer to help me get a deer out of the woods if I got one. So on February 9th I had a go at it, jumped up in that tree, the `ol Browning barked and I got `er done. #DeerHunting #DeerInMyFreezer #ILoveVenison #DiningOnDeerAllYear
Usually on Christmas Eve, my buddy Curt and I have a go at some Ringnecks for a few hours before he drives up to New Hampshire to visit his Mom. However the forecast wasn`t sounding all that great that particular morning, so we never connected to chase those birds.
I got up that morning to a light snow/ice wintry mix……..Checked out the forecast, and it said early that afternoon we could see the sun peeking through and it might reach 40 degrees.
“Hmmmmmm…….40 degrees”…..I thought to myself, “Hell…….. that good `”Yak Weather” in my book!”
Now up to this point I had never taken the `Yak out past the end of November so this could be a tad challenging, I thought to myself, as I knew the river had some ice on it.
Arriving at a spot that I hadn`t fished in almost three years, I parked and walked down to the river to scope it out a bit. The ice on the edges stretched to about five to seven feet across the current, but I didn`t think the ice would be that thick. So launching shouldn`t be a problem. Well……. that`s what I thought anyway.
This was much, much thicker than I anticipated and I couldn`t break it with my boots. I hiked upstream to where I knew there was a small spring. The running water would allow me to get on the river so I should be able to launch there, I thought to myself. The little spring was trickling down the bank, flowing into the murky, cold Passaic as I expected. I went back and dragged my `Yak and gear through the bush to the spring. Finally breaking through the thin ice as I launched into the river.
I decided to start out with a ChatterBait to see if I could entice a toothy critter to strike in the frigid water.
And it didn`t take very long. It happened on about the sixth cast of the day. As I was working the lure in extremely slow, literally about two feet off of my `Yak, a rather fat Esox lethargically came after the Chatterbait!
The heavy-bodied Northern Pike swiped at the lure and I set the hook! A nice, heavy fish indeed! A very short fight being so close to the `Yak, I netted the cold-water Esox quickly.
Using my plastic fish-grips, I quickly weighed the fat Pike, snapped a couple pictures and quickly released the 35 inch Pike back into the icy waters.
Working my way under a bridge about a mile downstream, I became a little uneasy as there was a good amount of ice to maneuver the `Yak around. As I began casting onto the ice and dropping it into the open water pockets under the bridge.
I saw a powerful shadow lurk from under the ice as the thick Esox swiped slowly at my lure! BAM! Pike on!
The water exploded as I set the hook! The powerful Pike dragged the `Yak around for about four minutes before I finally netted him.Damn…..another beauty! 33 inches 8.5lbs.
It certainly turned out to be quite the Christmas Eve Adventure on the icy Passaic that day.
Saturday was a just a perfect morning to hunt Quail down in Greenwood Forrest…… Well…….. that is when we finally got there!
Met Curt at 5am to trek down into South Jersey by daybreak…… with one problem. The ramp to the Parkway South was closed! Curt said, “Ahhhhhhh…… no biggie…… we`ll just go through the old neighborhood(where he grew up) and jump on 35 to the Parkway” – Well after going through the Amboys, as we approached the entrance to the entrance ramp to the Parkway……. guess what? CLOSED! So Curt cracked out the GPS and we ended up taking Rte. 9 all the way to Lakehurst. Definitely threw a wrench in getting there at daybreak!
By the time we stopped and had our ritual WaWa breakfast sandwiches, it was right before 8am when we finally went afield. But luckily for us, we had `ol Jake and he`s one heck of a English Pointer. Doesn`t always hunt that close to us, but man, does he ever find birds. And with the light breeze that morning, `ol Jake had ideal scenting conditions.
It wasn`t long before Jake had his first point of the day and Curt got the first Bobwhite of the morning.
Here`s the Go PRO video I shot of the day`s adventure down in Greenwood Forrest……. Lot`s of good action here!
Another memorable day hunting with Curt and Jake down in the Pine Barrens.
Enjoying the New Jersey outdoors and making good memories with a good friend.