Something tells me that when I’m an old, crotchety, drunk most of the time old man sitting in a nursing home spending my days planning an escape attempt, I will always remember the summer of 2016. I spent more time on the water this past summer than any other year – and the fishing was overwhelmingly good for the most part.
After more than a decade of suffering the fate of a fishing widow, my wife finally decided to put in more time on the water with me. She did a really great job learning how to cast and manipulate streamers – and had a lot of success with smallmouth all summer. It was a really great experience to spend time with her on the water, and the excitement that she showed for each and every little thing that happened made me realize how much I take for granted.
The smallmouth scene was really good all summer on the local rivers, low and clear water presented ideal conditions to go out and find several each trip. There were even a few pike mixed into most outings.
The Bass 1 Fly happened again this year, in our 5th year of the event it has grown to 27 anglers. It’s the dumbest event on the planet and I never have any fun during it, I don’t even know why I torture myself putting it together and showing up (if you couldn’t tell…..I didn’t win……again). Heres a pic of some stupid idiot that did win – he’s banned from the event in 2017 (just kidding Sean…..kind of).
Guide, teacher, presenter, explorer Nome Buckman (more on her in an upcoming Guide Feature) invited me to join her for a day of Musky fishing this summer. Something I’ve never done before – so I spent countless hours researching and tying and piles of money buying new stuff that I don’t even need. I even constructed a Musky Medical Kit – I heard shit gets wild and I wanted to be ready.
Jeff came along for what turned out to be one of the more fun weekends I’ve ever had. Beautiful scenery, the most intense sunsets I’ve ever seen, and a number of opportunities at fish.
I got on the board on Day 2 – and I still have all of my fingers, so it was a success.
Towards the tail end of the summer when the smallmouth become slightly more scarce and harder to find and salmon start making their annual pilgrimage to their spawning grounds – I finally got the Mitt Monkey Intern out into the boat. Adam is an old pal from High School and an incredibly proficient newer fly guy. He threw tight loops and hit the right spots with his streamers all day and was rewarded with a 20″ smallmouth – one of the biggest I saw all year.
If the summer of 2017 is half as good as this past year, I’ll be happy.
January 16, 2017 | Categories: Flies, People, River Conditions, Streamers, Trip Report | Tags: fly fishing, fly tying, michigan muskie, michigan musky, michigan smallmouth, muskie, muskie fly fishing, musky, musky fly fishing, smallmouth, smallmouth fly fishing | Leave a comment