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Fly Fishing for Redfish Beyond Belief!

Fly fishing for redfish here in Louisiana has a reputation for being superb.  This week however it’s been fair.  Indeed, the reds we’ve caught have been good quality but only four in our first two days.  But this is why you can’t judge a location on only two days fishing.  Today, day 3, was nothing less than remarkable!

 

Instead of heading down to Hopedale like we did earlier this week we fished from Venice with Capt. Cleve Evans.  When I first chatted with Cleve two weeks ago I requested a hunt for black drum and sheepshead.  Cleve was on board for the challenge however when we talked last night he mentioned he’d been seeing some extraordinary redfish the last few days.  Twist my arm.  Flexibility in the species you seek often leads to great success.  Redfishing it was.

 

It’s about an hour and a half from our hotel in New Orleans to Cleve in Venice.  We left at 5:30 AM and by the time we had breakfast, picked up lunch and gassed up the boat, we left Cleves dock at 8 AM.  There was little wind and the early morning sun already had heat to it.

 

The first spot we stopped didn’t indicate what we had in store for us.  The location was gorgeous and we saw some “floaters” (big redfish laying in obvious view near the surface).  But like our previous two days these fish showed no interest in the fly and seemed exceptionally spooky.

 

The next spot didn’t resemble anywhere I’d expect to fish for redfishCleve used his electric motor to guide us into narrow Roseau Cane bordered channel.  The water was deep and off color.  Cleve said when we reached the back corner there would be schools of mullet and a huge cagey redfish.

 

When we arrived at the back, no doubt there were mullet.  They were everywhere.  Cleve said watch for a mammoth red to float then cast.  Sure, enough the big red showed but for my untrained redfish spotting eyes, she was up and gone so fast I didn’t get a cast.  I couldn’t even tell which end was the head to cast to.

 

I was bummed with myself but Cleve the opposite, “Excellent. . . She’s here”, he whispered”

 

 

 

 

I knew that meant expect another chance.  This time I was ready.  She lifted to my sight and I could clearly see she was facing me.  I made a surprisingly perfect cast and she devoured the fly gills flared and everything.  I strip set hard and to my dismay the fly came right out of her mouth.  Thank god she charged it again.  This time I drove the hook home.

 

I must say, once hooked up was sort of a – “now what?”  I had a huge redfish cornered in the back of a weed infested channel full of fight with loose line everywhere because she had nowhere to run.  I’d have tested my SA Flouro to the max defending my fear she’d burry me in the weeds but Cleve had a better tactic.  Don’t put too much heat on and rather only enough to let the red slowly swim out of the channel.  Cleve spun the boat and we followed my fish almost letting her tow us.  It worked!

 

This redfish was massive.  Often extra-large fish don’t panic like smaller ones.  My theory is they’re so dominant that nothing screws with them.  Therefore, they can’t imagine they’re in danger.  They slowly cruise pulling hard – probably in their own mind believing they are winning – almost outsmarting you.

 

For once it was us we humans who did the outsmarting.  After a few minutes of “walking the dog” the jumbo redfish was out in the open marsh.  Then I put the red on the reel and cranked down my drag.  That woke her up but it was too late.  I used my Winston Jungle 9-weight to finish her off and Cleve made a fine scoop with the net.

 

This size of this redfish far surpassed my wildest expectations.  The 21lber the first day was a thrill but this fish blew my mind.  Cleve pulled out a big fish cradle I’ve seen used for big pike and musky.  We carefully placed the redfish in the bag where Cleve measured the girth and length.  Our redfish was 42” long with a beastly girth of 21”.  This red was over 30lbs!

 

 

 

There are times when a fish you catch shocks you so much you hardly remember it.  This was one of those fish.  The pictures are ok.  As usual they hardly do the size of the fish justice.  But I promise you, this redfish was a specimen!

 

It was all I could do to bend over the side of the boat while holding the 30lb plus slab without busting a rib.  Once in position I admired the beauty one more time.  Due to her gentle fight the red was still full of life and after a few more clicks of the camera she spun off leaving me soaking wet but with a mighty big smile!

 

Granny should’ve taken the bow after that but refused.  I’m not sure if she was scared of catching a 30lb redfish, the challenging narrow casting lanes of this part of the marsh or perhaps she simply knew I was in my glory, but she told me to enjoy.  She kicked back and drank a beer.

 

It was so warm now I switched to a short sleeve shirt and then it took a mere five more minutes to land the next redfish.  It was a drumming male of 12lbs.  He too was a handsome red but with the previous monster fresh in mind, this was very much a baby.

 

I was more than satisfied with our redfishing at this point and Cleve knew.  We both agreed – lets go for a black drum and sheepshead.  We went for a 30-minute boat ride then Cleve poled me through several lagoons he often sees black drum.  Naturally because we wanted one they were nowhere to be found.  It didn’t help either that the sun was taken from us by clouds.  It was extremely difficult to sight fish.  For the next two hours I hardly made a cast.

 

My fish species quest has sacrifices.  We left amazing big redfish water for black drum water and they weren’t around.  Only a few sun blocking clouds.  But eventually, even with the light poor light I saw something.  I wasn’t sure it was a fish but threw a cast (like you always should!) and landed another dandy.

 

We had time for one more spot.  Technically we were still hunting our black drum.  The sun was low and it was hard to see but at least the clouds weren’t blocking at this time.  We saw a swirl and some nervous water with a few scattering mullet.  Without hesitation I chucked the fly there.  One strip and I went tight with my fourth redfish of the day.  And although not 30lbs, it was another red of a lifetime!

 

I couldn’t help but study that last redfish hard.  They are so beautiful!  I released him and reeled it in.  Granny and I thanked Cleve for one hell of day.  All I can say is – wow!  Despite the fact that I’d caught redfish before this week, Louisiana has given both of us a whole new appreciation.  I fully agree with anyone that says redfish are one of the top game fish species of North America.

 

It’s good to take a fishing trip on a whim.  Yea, it cost us some money.  But sometimes you need to say screw it.  What am I waiting for?  It was terrific to meet new fishing guides that have quickly become friends.  And we’ll be back.  Louisiana redfish is a top fly fishing experience!

 

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

The Louisiana Redfish Flats

We returned to the Hopedale, Louisiana redfish flats again today.  This time we fished with Capt. Paul Lappin.  Paul picked us up at 6:30 AM and we drove the scenic route from New Orleans to the marina.  It took about an hour.  Instead of grabbing a sit-down breakfast like yesterday we grabbed one to go and got on the water quicker.

 

The boat ride to the flats was far warmer than yesterdays.  The sky was blue and the wind was light.  You couldn’t ask for a better day to chase redfish on the grassy flats.  We traveled for about 30 minutes while Paul told us entertaining stories.

 

 

Once at the first flat it didn’t take but a minute to spot a redfish.  There were two together and I dropped my fly.  The purplish/black Clouser-like fly sank inches from their face and I stripped.  I was confident thinking “Wow!  This should be a great start”.  But instead of eating my fly the spot tailed fish spooked and ran as if a bomb went off.

 

 

 

We kept seeing redfish but they continued to scare.  If they didn’t scare they wouldn’t eat.  I made a lot of good casts.  Paul had me change flies a couple times but it didn’t seem to matter.  Plain and simple, the redfish bite wasn’t on.

 

The extra weary redfish were extra weary no matter where we went.  And we saw some big ones too that we really wanted to catch.  Finally, Paul said our best option would be to move to some outer flats where the water would be clearer and colder.  It was about a 20-minute run.

 

Paul’s new flat was out in the middle of a huge bay.  There were shrimp boats working the area out deep and a rock jetty protruded out of nowhere.  There was some minor wind and the water was significantly clearer than earlier.  No doubt the environment was different and Paul went to work with the pole and Granny took the bow.

 

They found some reds quick and Granny fired a missile right to them.  She fished well yesterday and the skills carried into today.  I’d been on the bow for an hour with no success and she hooked up to the first fish she saw.

 

We had a good chance to hook more than one here.  The red Granny cast to was traveling with a friend.  I had a second Winston rigged and reached for it as quick as I could but by the time I was ready to cast the other had spooked off.  Soon Granny landed her second redfish in two days.

 

Paul’s new flat was good.  After Granny released her redfish I got up on the bow and caught the next one we saw and hooked and lost another.  The bummer however was the flat was small and we wore it out fast.

 

We tried at least three other outer flats but the fish on them acted exactly like the ones earlier in the morning.  Eventually we returned to the inner flats but nothing changed there.  We saw a ton of fish and they simply wouldn’t cooperate.

 

Strange how that one flat had hungry fish and the others didn’t but saltwater fly fishing can me far more complex than freshwater.  The fish are heavily influenced by the tides and right now the fish don’t like what the tides are dealing.  We fished until around 3:30 but today was another two-fish day.

 

We’re taking tomorrow off from fishing.  I’ll work from the hotel room while Granny carouses the town.  Friday we’re back on the water with yet another new guide, Capt. Cleve Evans.  Cleve is taking us somewhere other than Hopedale and I told him we’d like to poke around for some different species.  They have a lot of black drum and sheepshead here but they are harder to fool on the fly.

 

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Artwork on the Dark Days of November

No better way to ponder about my Arctic char fishing at Inukshuk Lodge at Nunavik Quebec this past summer than to kick back during a few cold dark November days and break out the watercolors.

As much as I hate the fact that it doesn’t get light until nearly 8 AM and it gets dark at 5 PM, it’s a fun time to be creative and paint.

I’ve only painted three Arctic char in my life that I can remember.  Any of the char from brook trout to bull trout are challenging with watercolors because you can’t paint a light color over a dark.  What’s done is done once that paint is down.  I am very happy with how this fish of Ungava Bay came out.

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!

 

Next blog reporting from the redfish flats of Louisiana!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Nearly Buffaloed in Texas

Huge bummer along with today’s blog.  Though I shot numerous photos and even had a chance to preview them on my camera – I accidentally deleted them all.  First time ever done such a bonehead move.  I’m so lucky these weren’t from some far corner of the earth.  Luckily, Adam Tate shot a few of his own so it’s not a total loss.  Enjoy the read!

 

I’m just home from a fun filled 40 hours in Texas.  Monday night I delivered my PowerPoint presentation, “Warmwater Fly Fishing” for Dallas Fly Fishers and Tuesday night, “Four Seasons of the Yellowstone Trout Bum” to Fort Worth Fly Fishers.  Both nights were action packed and I met some great folks.

 

Tuesday day I was free until my evening gig.  Lucky for me, Fort Worth Club Speaker Chairman, Adam Tate, took me fishing.  Adam knew from reading my species list I’d never caught a smallmouth buffalo (Ictiobus bubalus) and he suggested we attempt to add this unique fish.  I must admit, I’ve been excited for this day for months!

 

Adam picked me up at my hotel at 9 AM.  It had been hot and sunny in the Dallas area and was forecasted to remain this way through my fishing day.  I packed accordingly.  But as you know, with the nickname “Monsoon Currier”, the weather changed.  I stupidly travelled without waders and brought the minimal warm clothes.  The day was overcast with temps in the 50°s while the north wind blew furiously.

 

We drove below a dam on the Trinity River.  The Trinity River consists of numerous dams and I couldn’t begin to explain which we were at.  Even if I remembered how to return here I wouldn’t on my own.  The busy roads twist and turn like downtown Boston and this lifelong country boy would be no less than a menace behind the wheel.

 

When we arrived at the surprisingly scenic spot I had a choice, be a whimp and not fish or freeze.  Naturally, I followed the fully wadered Mr. Tate for the river in my shorts and flipflops, convincing myself that because being from Idaho, this mere Texas cold wouldn’t be a problem.

 

By my observation, the smallmouth buffalo (a sucker) is North Americas closest fish species to the common carp.  And he’s a native.  Common carp are not.  Being a huge fan of carp on the fly, catching my first buffalo has been a goal.  I used my usual carp rig of my 5-weight Winston and floating line.

 

We didn’t pursue the buffalo immediately.  Instead Adam handed me a chartreuse bugger concoction and suggested I make a few cast with it below the dam.  I never streamer fish with only a one fly so I attached Adams fly on the point fly and hung a small olive wooly bugger up top for my dropper.  On my very first cast I caught a petite largemouth bass.

 

To get in the best position to cover the water below the damn required wet wading up to my kneecaps and crossing an algae covered submerged cement barrier.  Flip flops were a true test for my wading agility across the slick manmade rock.  I was dreading the thought of a falling in.

 

Once I got in position it was well worth it.  I pummeled small white bass one after another.  I went as far as to catch two at a time which is becoming a habit these days with my fancy two fly rig.  But that wasn’t my best catch to start the morning.  I caught the unimpressive yet rarely caught in the mouth on fly, gizzard shad (Dorosoma cepedianum).  With or without catching a buffalo, Adam led me to a new species for my list.

 

We wore out the fish below the damn.  Soon the charm wore off and it was time for the buffalo.  I type roped the slippery cement back to shore then we hiked downstream.  By now the wind was howling and I was shivering.

 

We arrived at a shallow tailout below a fast-flowing pool.  Due to the clouds, the lighting was next to impossible to see far into the water.  This was a bummer because like carp, buffalo don’t exactly eat flies well.  It helps tremendously to see the fish and knowingly present the fly right in their face repeatedly.

 

For poor visibility I recommend yellow lenses for your polarized glasses.  I’m a Costa man and they make some fantastic styles.  Sure enough, despite the lousy conditions a few large figures took shape.  I was about to cast to some smallmouth buffalo.

 

I’ve tossed at buffalo before.  Most recently on the Etowah River in Georgia.  But that day I was after the redeye bass and wasn’t properly equipped.  The best flies for buffalo are nymphs and although anglers have opinions, word on the street says luck has more to do with having a killer fly.  I started with a red-colored Crazy Charlie looking fly.

 

Adam and I both struggled.  Even with the proper eyewear, spotting the buffalo was an eye straining task.  It seemed that nearly each time you focused on buffalo a gust of swirling wind arrived and the riffle blocked out the view.  When it cleared again the fish you were after was gone.

 

By 1 PM I was frozen solid.  Adam and I took a break in the car for ten minutes and powered through some soggy sandwiches.  In order to make my event on time we had to leave at 2:30 so despite the cold we didn’t warm up for long.  I was running out of time for my first smallmouth buffalo.

 

The afternoon light still wasn’t great but had improved.  Soon we both had more fish in front of us than we’d had all day.  Between the two of us we likely put flies on their noses 100 times.  I was getting restless and though my fingers could hardly function with the cold I changed nymphs several different times.  At 2 Adam hooked up!

 

I reeled in and headed for Adam.  The way I saw his rod bending and the fish exploding through the tailout I was expecting to watch a long heavy battle.  Instead, after the first run the buffalo remained close to him and made numerous short runs and none far.  Within about three minutes Adam had the smallmouth buffalo in the net.

 

No pics!  All of Adams fish were on my camera.

 

I was engrossed with this unusual fish.  This was only the second buffalo I’ve seen up close.  He has a wide body and large scales similar to a common carp.  His lateral line actually splits his midsection scales in half.  And his eyes are crazy big and black.  Almost reminding of eyes of a permit.

 

By the time we released the handsome fish the clock was winding down.  I had about ten minutes to lock down my first buffalo.  If you follow the blog you know these can be my glory moments.  I tied on a stonefly nymph tied by my friend Frank Smethurst – one I’ve taken a few mirror carp on over the years back home.  On literally my first cast with the fly I hooked up.

 

According to Adam it’s common to snag buffalo while trying to catch them on a fly.  And if that was the case, this fish wouldn’t have made my list.  By luck however, this buffalo jumped and I could clearly see I had him fair and square.

 

My fish was by no means a dazzling fighter either but his first run was a furry.  He ran a circle around me then bullied me upstream.  Once he knew he was hooked however I backed him down towards a small island and Adam broke out the net.

 

Adam used his camera and phone to photograph this one.  That’s fortunate because if he didn’t we’d have no pictures to show.  I posed with my long awaited smallmouth buffalo then released him.  A new species on the fly!

 

It was an outstanding trip to Texas.  A special thanks to Adam Tate for looking after me so well.  And a huge thanks to the folks of Dallas Fly Fishers and Fort Worth Fly Fishers for taking an evening from your week to catch my presentations.  I recon I’ll be back again soon.

 

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler who has EVERYTHING!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

So Long to Summer 2017

I believe we Idahoans have stretched our Indian summer days to the brink.  The forecast predicts our high temperatures to drop into the 30°s by mid-week.  Along with the chill comes wind and snow.

 

Today however was gorgeous.  We had hardly a cloud and the temperature was in the 50°s.  No doubt it was my last day of wet wading and probably my last day in shorts until I head for Texas next week to speak to some clubs and of course, do some fishing.

 

Granny and I floated the Rizzo.  We caught about a dozen mixed bag of rainbows, cutthroats and brookies all on tiny blue wing olives.  And Granny grilled our last dogs on the river of the year.  Sad times – but winter’s coming!

 

 

 

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING!

 

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Celebration on the Desert

October 25-27, 2017

About the time I left the Jack Dennis Fly Shop in 2009 to go full time with my speaking and artwork I supervised ten shop employees and a guide service of fifteen guides.  I enjoyed every one of those guys like they were my brothers and we’ve remained close.  Most of them also broke loose after me and formed their own guide service in Jackson Hole, Wyoming called Grand Teton Fly Fishing.

 

Grand Teton Fly Fishing has become the place to book a guide whether you want to fish the Snake River through Grand Teton National Park, the Wyoming section of the Green River, Yellowstone Park and also the South Fork of the Snake.  They also carry a tradition I started of throwing an end of the season fishing party.  Lucky for me, even though I’m not their employee, they welcome me along as a guest.

 

 

For the last eight years we’ve held this gathering on the Wind River over by Thermopolis, Wyoming.  This year however, we preferred a change.  We headed for one of the most desolate regions in the west and camped and floated the high desert.

 

 

Fishing here is as a standard is slow.  The wind blows furiously and nighttime temps for camping deter most from this idea.  It’s so harsh here few animals can survive.  This migrating kokanee salmon gave up.  But there’s a reason to torture yourself – big trout.

 

 

 

 

We arrived at noon on Wednesday.  After we set up camp we launched the boats and did our shuttles.  We pushed off around 2 PM for a short float.  The sun was piercing for late October and the temperature pushed 70° and there was little to no wind.  This was exactly the opposite of the norm I just described.  I guess that’s why Wednesday we didn’t catch many fish.

 

Thursday was different.  We awoke to 13° and shivered while drinking our coffee.  The day started so cold we had to thaw our waders and shoes and even loosen our reels beside the campfire.

 

We floated a full day’s worth of about ten miles of river.  I fished with Trey Scharp and Alex and the three of us took turns rowing while the anglers fished streamers.  Trey and I each fished multiple flies and raked the small rainbows, a few Bonneville Cutthroats and brown trout.  This normally nymph eating mountain whitefish even got in on the streamer chase for Trey.

 

Although the target for most of us was to catch a huge brown trout, the browns were far and few between and the few we caught were small.  It’s strange for here but then again, the weather has been weird.  As luck should have it however, the big rainbows were abundant.  While normally you catch these guys nymphing, Trey and I racked up a half dozen of these beauties on the streamers.

 

That’s the short blog version of our three days thanks to the fact that I am way behind in my work.  It sums it up though.  It was a fantastic three days with the fellas.  The fishing was by no means incredible but not bad either.  And it’s always a blast hanging with good friends that you don’t see often enough!

 

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Penns Creek with Joe Humphreys

We didn’t get moving too quickly today.  You can imagine getting home from the big Penn State Football game last night at 1 AM.  We were tired and took our time this morning with coffee at the cabin then a big breakfast at a little cafe.  Then Joe took us on a scenic hour drive to Penns Creek, a new river for Jerry and me.

 

Penns is a beautiful stream in the boonies of Pennsylvania.  Unlike Spruce Creek there aren’t nearly as many trout here.  Most the trout are wild browns and from what we saw today – they are few and far between come October.  I continued to fish my ant while Joe and Jerry stuck to their nymphs.

 

We fished from about 1 PM until 3:30. Not a long period of time but we’re celebrating the end of this three-day adventure with a nice dinner tonight back at the Tavern with Joes friend Ann.  Despite the short amount of time Joe hiked us along to see as much of this river as possible.

 

None of us were skunked despite the lack of many trout.  Joe and Jerry each nymphed up a couple small trout and I played with a dozen or so baby fallfish.  I used to catch fallfish growing up in New Hampshire and these were my first in over 30 years.  Not big but fun nonetheless.

 

It’s been a fantastic fun filled three days here in Pennsylvania.  A very special thanks to Joe Humphreys for inviting Jerry and I for a second year.  I could seriously get used fishing back here more often.  It’s different than back home.  It’s beautiful.  And the fishing can be excellent.

 

Jerry and I are flying home tomorrow.  We’re hoping to make a few casts at Fisherman’s Paradise on the way to the airport.  I saw a few carp there last year so I packed along a few carp flies.  Unless I catch one, this is it from State College, PA with Joe Humphreys and Jerry Arnold for 2017.

 

The next fishing for me will be Wednesday through Friday for our annual guides trip.  It should be a spectacle as always!

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler who has EVERYTHING!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Spruce Creek and a “White Out” at Penn State

It shouldn’t be this warm on a late October day in Pennsylvania but it is.  And I like it.  It was a magic morning heading out on Spruce Creek with Joe Humphreys and Jerry Arnold for our second day of fishing.  The leaves were falling and the trout were hunting.

 

I fished my flying ant all afternoon yesterday and it was conveniently ready to float again today.  The first uniquely marked brown trout I cast too was more than happy to eat it.  The day started remarkable with trout after trout falling for the terrestrial.

 

The three of us marched far downstream from the car.  It’s an easy walk and enthralling for me with the huge oaks, maples and hickory trees dropping their leaves.  We don’t have this type of terrain out west.  Every place has incredible beauty when you look at correctly.

 

I was engrossed and stood and watched my surroundings.  Joe was below and Jerry above.  Each were working a fish.  That’s when out the corner of my eye I noticed I was being spied on by a large brook trout.

 

The nice-looking char startled me at first.  I dropped to my knees as if he didn’t see me.  But my presence was long announced.  I tossed my ant pattern regardless and the trout gave me that look “are you joking dude?”.  That’s when I made a rare “Currier” fly switch to a Vladi Trzebunia Polish nymph.  It’s a dirty deed on a spring creek when the dries are on but this brookie had to be caught.  Three casts with the heavy caddis larvae and soon Joe was netting my brookie.

 

I caught a heap of nice fish this morning.  There was an oversized brown trout that had no business eating a tiny ant.  But he did.  And I caught several fantastic rainbows on the ant as well.  It was a stellar morning and early afternoon.

 

Hands down the fishing highlight of the outing was doubling up with Joe.  I was working the bottom of the pool and he the top.  Simultaneously we hooked up.  My fish was a mere 13” rainbow but Joes was a hawg.  The immediate plan was for a double hero shot together.  I netted my fish then waited for Joe to land his.

 

Joes trout was significantly larger than mine.  It took him awhile to get the beast under control.  At least four times the fish came near to me to try and net but it still wasn’t ready.  One time I made a lunge but missed and my fish jumped out of the net. I had to start completely over.

 

After a few minutes of chaos, I finally scooped up Joes big rainbow and had two fish in the net.  It was a lot of fun and the three of us laughed loudly.  When I finally lowered the net to the water to undo each fish and release them I got a really good look at the two fish.  Mine was a midget compared to Joes.  And that’s the way it should be!

 

After the double it was 2 PM.  Though our Penn State vs Michigan “White Out” Football Game wasn’t until 7:30 we had some tailgating to tend to.  We raced for the car and packed it up.  We returned to Joe’s lady friend, Ann’s cabin, that we moved into yesterday, then headed for town.

 

The Nittany Lions stadium holds 110,000 people and tonight somehow they held 110,823.  To say downtown State College was out of control is an understatement.  Luckily, Joe is experienced at this and we took the bus right to the tailgate parties.  There were hundreds of parties and I swear Joe knew someone at every one of them.  To see a man 89 years old party down like a college kid is a sight to behold.  The man is incredible!

 

Joe has season tickets to games and they are great seats.  Every single person there including Joe, Jerry and I were wearing white.  It was an unbelievable sight that no doubt I will always remember.  I love Cubs games and Wrigley Field but this was an experience!  Best of all, Penn State won and Joe and his family are ecstatic.  Tonight was a huge game for them and their season is shaping up perfect.

 

Its 1 AM.  Its back to fishing in the morning.  Time for a short sleep.

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler who has EVERYTHING!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Back to Pennsylvania for Fishing and Football

I could see the lights of the scoreboard at Wrigley Field last night as my plane took off from Chicago to State College, Pennsylvania at 6 PM.  Even a mile in the sky I was tense with excitement for the Chicago Cubs to keep up their fight in this NLCS.  Unfortunately, by the time I arrived in PA the Cubs were nearly blown out and an hour later the season was over.

 

No better way to take away my pain from the abrupt Cubs season end than to visit fly fishing legend and friend, Joe Humphreys, along with Fly Fishing Team USA leader and friend Jerry Arnold.  We’re here in PA to repeat the great time we had last year fishing and catching a Penn State College Football game.  This year’s game is a big one.  A “White Out” against Michigan that takes place tomorrow night.

 

We went straight from the airport to a delectable dinner at the Adams Apple in downtown State College.  After, the three of us retreated to Joe’s house for sleep.  We got up early this morning and with coffee in hand, fed Joes pet trout then headed to the well-known Corner Room restaurant with a few of Joes fishing pals for a hardy breakfast.

 

By noon (sounds late but this is a short vacation) we found ourselves on the famous Spruce Creek on the Spruce Creek Rod and Gun Club waters.  We fished here together in September of 2016.  Lucky for Jerry and I, Joe is a lifelong member and we have the privilege of being his guest again.

 

 

 

 

Spruce Creek is a striking little spring creek nestled between the mountains.  It’s especially spectacular in October with the hardwoods a hundred shades of red, orange and yellow.  Spruce Creek is a manicured stream much like the famous Test River in England with an easy walking trail, mowed lawn to cast from and picnic tables and benches to relax at.  Oh, and in every turn of river there are numerous brown, rainbow and brook trout.

 

Joe grabbed his net from the car and announced he wasn’t fishing and it was Jerry’s and my job to catch some fish.  Furthermore, three of the fish needed to be rainbows 13” on the dot.  These three rainbows were to be thumped as part of an onstream dinner.  Although normally catch and release guys, we did the same last year and I remembered how delicious Joes fresh trout were.  I tied on a fly that always works for me, a size 16 flying ant.

 

I believe fishing on Spruce Creek is always fantastic.  Last year was insane excellent and today was perhaps even better than last year.  While Jerry vacuumed the river with one of Joes secret nymph patterns, my ant was irresistible even to the big browns of the river.  Fishing was unreal again.

 

We only had a couple hours to fish because Joe had us hooked up for a special pregame event in State College and we needed time to enjoy the streamside meal.  Plus, two hours was fine with all the action we had.  I was just reeling in to head down and help Joe prepare dinner when I heard Jerry from the other side of Spruce Creek roar with excitement followed by a bowling ball sized splash.  I looked only to see a leaping rainbow of outrageous proportions.

 

Jerry had done it.  He’d hooked the biggest rainbow in Spruce Creek.  I picked up my pace and bolted downstream.  I’d have crossed over immediately to help but that spot was too deep and muddy.  I tossed our one net javelin style all the way across Spruce Creek while meanwhile Joe was on that side and on his way to help.  A few minutes later the boys prevailed!

 

That was a perfect fish to call it a day – for the fishing that is.  One of the highlights for me, based on last years experience, is Joes streamside picnic.   Joe’s picnic entails a table cloth, a cocktail hour of champagne with whipped cream and strawberries, homemade shrimp cocktails followed by some chef style grilling.

 

I’m not necessarily a champagne drinker but toss in the strawberries and whipped cream – the stuff is unreal!  We knocked off the entire bottle in short time.  I mostly kicked backed as the 74-year-old and the 89-year-old weaved some fantastic yarns.

 

To say Joe Humphreys knows how to put on a good streamside picnic is an understatement.  After the champagne was gone and the shrimp were devoured, Joe cooked the trout and steak to perfection under a pound of drizzled butter.  I’ve had the good fortune of a few fresh fish dinners the last two weeks but this one took the crown.  What a day!

 

Last was a rush from the river to make downtown State College for the Nittany Lions parade.  Joe said it started at 6 and we had an invite to enjoy it from a premier viewing balcony.  While we made it on time, it turns out the parade is actually scheduled for a homecoming in November.  Ha!  Joe felt bad but honestly, it made our trip to town all that much more fun.  We stopped in the Adams Apple then headed home for a good night’s sleep.  Tomorrow will be a full day of fishing and then. . . . the White Out!

 

The animal in the photo is the seldom seen shy gray fox.  We saw him on the drive out of Spruce Creek tonight.

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

My Birthday on Jenny Lake

Everyone that loves to fly fish should fly fish on their birthday.  I do my best to every year.  Today Jenny Lake was spectacular.  I brought one of my best friends, Tim Brune, whose birthday is also today.  We each had two good beers and a cigar.  And we caught some lake trout!

 

Off to Pennsylvania in the morning for a few days of spring creek fishing with Joe Humphrey’s (see last year with Joe).  Should be great!  GO CUBS!  This birthday is not complete!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

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