Saturday, February 23, 2008

Snow Picnic

After enough cold and misery to keep depress a polar bear the weather finally broke Saturday. I guess, broke is a relative term and to those of you reading this from your sweaty vantage point in the tropics, considering the cold we've had, temperatures hovering around freezing with some sunlight is a breath of fresh air. So much so that we decided to have a PICNIC. I must say, when the idea was suggested I thought the term picnic was a loose one and probably meant eating picnic foods indoors - but not so. It was a real picnic, on a picnic table, in a picnic area, and it was awesome, even if I did have to pinch myself from time to time.

Actually, Claire, Vincent, Jessica and I have been developing cabin fever and needed to get out so we eventually decided to head up to St Paul to visit Como Park (Zoo), check out the observatory and maybe do some other things if time permitted. I've only been to the Zoo one other time and that was during the summer when people and flies were everywhere. With the brilliant sunshine, mild temperatures and only a moderate number of people to contend with, the zoo was nice to see. I always enjoy seeing the animals and it was fun watching the faces on the three kids with us. Pierce was taking it all in but Natalya and Lucas were really enjoying them. Lucas seemed to especially like the giraffes and Natalya had a lot to say about the lions.

But for me the highlight was our picnic. It was a relaxed atmosphere, pleasant conversation and I think we all had fun pulling the kids about in their sleds. Natalya even pulled out her snowshoes and taught daddy how to do it. Nobody else at the table seemed even slightly fazed by the fact that we were having a picnic in the middle of winter, surrounded by snow and ice. On the other hand, I almost had to pinch myself every time I became aware of just what we were doing. I must admit, I'm sold on winter picnics now.

After lunch we headed back into the Conservatory. The recreated forests and jungle closely resembled the rainforest from home and the smells really got me homesick. It's funny just which senses can trigger such responses. The most spectacular pavilion by far was a the flower display. It was truly something to see and I imagine it would be a great place to visit on those cold, gray days just to lighten up one's mood. Natalya especially loved it with all the different pinks and the treacle-sweet aroma hanging silently amidst the flowers. The flower exhibit changes four times a year and the spring exhibit is supposed to be the most spectacular display, made up of tulips. Jessica already has big plans of taking her mother to see the tulips (they're one of her mother's favorite flowers). We didn't get time to visit the orchid garden but I'm convinced there will be more visits in my future.

Upon closing of Como we still had some adventure left in us so we headed over to the Science Museum. The Museum always seems to have too much stuff to take in at once and this night was no different, although we gave it a good go and I think everyone had a good time. We must have had a good time because time got away from us a little. We all needed to eat dinner before driving south. We found a small place and ate pseudo-Greek food which I thought was quite nice and the seven of us were the only ones in there. Actually, it was amazing how well behaved the three kids were considering how tired they must have been. For me, it was a great end to a long, but fun day.



Driving home a big, almost full moon sat hovering above the horizon, hazy red - almost copper - and I thought to myself that I'd had a great day...............perhaps even better than a day fishing.........but I swallowed that thought before I finished it. I suspect my entire universe would collapse in on itself if I let that thought go to completion so I spent the rest of the drive home thinking about which fly patterns I need to add to my flybox before spring steelhead time.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

An interesting morning in pursuit of northerns

With the crazy winter weather we've been having and various family and work commitments it took us a while to organize an ice fishing trip together but finally Vincent and I managed to nail down a date and destination. Saturday was the day and the target was northern pike at Frontenac Pond. With a big storm coming in I suspected the fishing would be either really good, or quite bad. When I arrived there seemed to be many more people than usual and I soon realized there was a tournament on - oh crap! I'm not so keen on spending my outdoors time with hundreds of my closest friends so I dragged my shanty out of the official fishing area to a spot I've had success before.

Vincent had never ice fished before so I was really hoping to put him on some fish so I had the best baits I could get but with all the drilling activity close by I was wondering if my best plans would go astray. Still, when Vincent arrived he seemed pretty into the idea, even if we would have to squeeze into my little shelter. I knew just the remedy for feeling cold and in no time he was drilling his first ice holes through the two plus feet of ice.


All around us the snow was really coming down and an army of ice augers were frantically drilling away. Unfortunately, the minutes passed with no action...............and still no action. I was beginning to feel pretty bad about dragging him out in these conditions for no fish. The worst part is Claire (his wife) was off hiking and sledding with their young (14 month old) son Lucas in the conditions. Despite the lack of fish I still had a great time just chatting about science and life in general. In fact I pretty much ceased caring about getting a fish for myself within a few minutes (maybe the couple of beers we shared had something to do with that :). It's not like I go fishing with too many folks these days.


The real highlight of the day came for at about 11:30am. Before the tournament could begin, in the freezing cold (and the cold front was really pushing in), the heavy snow and the blistering, whiteout winds, a young girl sang the American national anthem. All the fisherman stood facing into the wind with the hats on their hearts. While this was happening Claire came by pulling little Lucas and we crammed all four of us in my shelter - a new record. Luckily she got there just before the front got right on top of us and the wind went really crazy - it was total whiteout conditions. Once the worst of it passed we headed back to our vehicles but none of the tournament contestants were moving. Those guys are either tough or perhaps.....................let's just say tough.


We stopped by a subway on the way home to warm up and just chatted for a while. I personally had a great time but I feel really bad there weren't any fish. So far this year (and most of last year for that matter) I just don't seem to be able to get back on the hot bite and I'm waiting for the bad run to be over. If this weather ever settles down there should still be some good winter fishing to be had but man, it's been so cold. I did feel really guilty Sunday when Claire cooked up a fantastic meal for Jessica and I after I'd taken them out into some serious winter conditions and caught nothing, but at least we can say we did some hard core, Minnesota ice-fishing. Hopefully I can redeem myself soon.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Pleasant Afternoon with the flyrod

You so often hear people say "it was great just to be out and it didn't matter that I didn't catch any fish". I am not going to repeat any of that "catch-cry-of-the-loser" stuff, because I would have liked to have caught a few fish, even a single fish. Unfortunately though, even though temps got towards 28F (-4C) the fish were still sluggish. However, it was a pleasant afternoon and a good day to work on those technical things that will come in handy when temps start being more conducive to kick-starting the trouts' metabolism.I did get to use my new lamson reel for the first time and it performed well.

After a couple of days of just laying low I decided I needed to get out for a couple hours so at about 3pm I got my stuff together and headed down to some local streams. As I drove along Beaver Creek I saw a couple of vehicles so decided to head all the way down to the main branch of the Whitewater River. After donning the snowshoes and trecking into a spot that has produced on winter days before, I found the river only beginning to open up, with extensive ice-shelves. Large ice chunks were floating downstream and breaking off everywhere providing evidence enough to suggest the river will be open in a few days if temps stay moderate. Anyway, I swam streamers on the wet swing and fished them upstream before deciding to call it quits in the challenging conditions after a half hour or so. Despite the absence of fish it's always nice to fish this spot as it is nestled comfortably in the valley where the river is gently winding it's way towards the Mississippi.

From here I headed back to my favorite stretch of Beaver Creek. Although I didn't notice any rises or insects, I elected to fish a midge dry fly (#22). I began at one of my favorite holes that I know holds some good fish, but they are wily and spook very easily - just the kind of challenge that tests your skills. When you catch a fish from this pool you feel as though you've accomplished something. As seems to happen most times, I failed to pull a fish from the hole. I went on to plumb a short stretch both upstream and down, mainly with a small brassie (#20) but again came up empty.

As evening drifted down into the valley a pinkish hue softly reflected from the snowscape, somehow giving the whole scene an inviting and almost "warm" atmosphere. The familiar silence of the snow-covered, seemingly lifeless forest was tranquil and put me at ease (yes, even despite the lack of fish). I went home feeling very relaxed and content...............until the Giants took out the Patriots in the Superbowl!