It’s been a great year but not so much for writing on my blog. Here is a video I made with the best moments of 2019 to date.
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Mutualism is a symbiotic relationship in which both species benefit. A common example of this as the Alligator and the Plover bird. The Plover bird extracts nourishment for the Alligators teeth and the Alligator gets a free teeth cleaning.
I recently had my own experience with mutualism.
Last summer I was walking down my alley when I happened upon a baby bunny. His natural defense was to remain perfectly still which he did while I knelt down beside him to take a photo. While I was down next to him I said, "You look very tasty, I think I should have you for dinner." To that the rabbit replied, "I am so small I would hardly make a dent in your hunger, you should wait until I get bigger before you eat me." This made perfect sense to me and I went along my way.
Every spring I plant Morning Glories along my fence and I leave the vines on my fence through the winter on purpose because it becomes an important food source for the local rabbit population when most of their food supply is buried under the snow.
The hook is ready.
The fly is complete. This one fly will catch so many trout that will feed me for so many delicious dinners. I am glad I let the rabbit live.
Dinners are great but breakfasts are better. I'm kookoo for rabbit pellets!
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Someday I would like to break my personal record of blog views from July of 2016. This year I will take my blog to new heights. Who wants to come along for the ride?
It's always been easier to write posts when I have a day filled with the spoils of battle. I don't have to dig as deep for jokes if I can just cobble together a few photos of trophy fish, a couple nice scenery shots, a selfie or two and some sarcasm. Who wouldn't want to enjoy a post like that?
As I snapped a photo of my dad throwing on his fly fishing vest I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be cool to have a blog post titled, "The Village Bicycle" being that pretty much everyone has fished this spot a time or two.
I think this was a Raccoon at some point but it was hard to tell. I wondered if he drowned while being swept away in the flood or if the high waters had picked him off the forest floor and deposited him in this tree.
The cold January air did little to dampen the odoriferous emanation. Oo oo that smell.
I suppose I could write a post titled Nature's Way.
Dad walked back to the van after we swung and missed at another spot.
We eventually hit another trusted stretch where dad managed to catch an eleven inch Brown Trout using a small Olive Woolly Bugger.
I ended the day with zero fish to hand but I still had fun.
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Last Wednesday, January 9th, I made it out fishing with my buddy Justin. Like all great adventures this one started out with a plan.
When we planned on fishing the week before I thought that the January heat wave we've been having would still be in full effect. Unfortunately the cold returned on Tuesday and Wednesday last week.
Over the course of the last couple years I really pay attention to small details when choosing where I will fish on any given day. I feel that it's one of the great benefits that comes from years of experience.
The creek had some pretty good ice when we arrived sometime between 10 and 11 am. So much ice that it was pretty much unfishable. I remembered that there was some springs located upstream and suggested that we fish closer to the springs where the water flows out of the ground at 54 degrees.
The upstream section was free of ice so we began to fish.
It wasn't long before I was on the board.
Damn I'm good.
At first my hands were really cold but after a while of catching fish after fish I started to warm up and forget about the cold. I love it when that happens.
So much life on the stream bed all throughout the winter.
Justin was having fun and catching fish too. He was using a two nymph rig.
Often time I just sit back and watch Justin fish. His casts are very graceful.
On the way home we stopped at DQ and we each ordered a large soft serve cone.
Sunday, January 6, 2019
As I stepped into the creek I noticed a block of ice on the opposite bank. Even though I knew it was a block of ice I asked myself, "What is it? Why is it there?" I pondered for several minutes what kind of conditions would have had to have existed here in the last month or so for a block of ice that big to be that high up on the bank.
I looked at myself and asked, "Who am I? Why am I here?". The answer was clear. My name is Eddie Rivard and I am here to try and catch some trout. If that goes well I will commemorate the experience by writing a blog post noting every detail.
Access barriers like the ones I described in the previous paragraph are things that I embrace because they generally keep other more timid anglers out which gives me full reign to exploit the resource as I see fit.
I've been here a few times before but never in the winter. I had many streams to choose from but the proverbial dowsing rod in my mind eventually led me to choose this as my fishing spot for the day. I was armed with my 5 weight that I had pre-rigged with a size 18 Pheasant Tail Nymph before leaving my house. I eventually added a midge dropper but they first three runs I fished resulted in zero takers. I was fine with that because I wasn't here to fish the runs. I had probably lost a few minutes of sleep the night before pondering the propensity of the trout the existed in deeper holes on this stream during the winter months in which they are primarily referred to as wintering holes. Big trout will generally migrate to the headwaters sections of streams in the fall to spawn and then they will remain in the nearby deeper holes during the winter before dispersing throughout the system in late spring. Anybody that's read Preston Sealon's paper on, " The Dynamics of Stream Trout Migrations through the Seasons in the Driftless", knows this as fact.
When I finally made it to one of my dream holes my heart beat with anticipation. I was delighted to see sporadic rises and although I couldn't see the fish the sound the rise made was louder than usual. My third cast with the nymph rig resulted in what felt like a snag and when I gave it a light tug the line quickly snapped. I couldn't tell if I had snapped the 5x tippet with my strength or if a larger fish had bolted the second it felt resistance.
I caught several more fish in that pool afterwards. There was about twenty minutes of action that rivaled some of the other times when I have had lights out fishing during my life.
Mystic Pool of Emerald Green
I look into you and start to dream
What big trout lurk on your bottom?
How many men wish they had caught em?
Thank you for keeping them just for me.
The E to the D and the D I E
Rope Swing, Rope Swing
Hanging from a tree
Oh how I'd like to swing from thee
Mallards in the Sky
Ducks Flying High
Quack, Quack, Quack
Quack, Quack, Quack
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