The View from Wantastiquet Lake, Vermont, is something that I’ve had the pleasure to enjoy on two occasions during the last eight months. My friend, Quill Gordon, the caretaker at The Wantastiquet Lake Trout Club near Weston,Vermont, has a blog titled The View From Fish in a Barrel Pond. It’s on my blog list on the right, but also here: http://ghoti62.wordpress.com/ The View… is always good reading; often humorous, sometimes side-splitting funny, usually entertaining, always interesting, and contains various insights covering a multitude of the aspects of a remote camp caretaker’s interactions with humans / local government / anglers / responsibilities / sporting camp visitors / nature / and trout. It is well worth checking out, perhaps even posting it to your favorites. In addition to today’s post on The View…, if you need your spirits lifted, check out; “Quill Gordon and the Nonesuch Mountain Howler.” http://ghoti62.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/quill-gordon-and-the-nonesuch-mountain-howler/
If you do, better pee first, you may just wet your pants laughing. It’s very much akin to a Pat McManus outdoor tale.
Yesterday Quill wrote a post that at first I thought was all about bugs. In large part it was, but not entirely. He has some really great macro images of a “hex” dun (Hexagenia limbata mayfly), moths, damsel flies, etc. Here’s my favorite bug photo:
I have only ever seen two or three Luna Moths in my entire life, and one of these was on June 12th at the camp in Vermont.
I visited the Wantastiquet Lake Trout Club a couple weeks ago as a guest of Steve, Dick, and Bill, mentioned in Quill’s post. I had a great time, caught lots of trout, most all on drys, some on buggers, and two nice rainbows on a Trout Fin wet fly. I need to load and post my photos and my own report of that trip. But these pictures and the following text were taken from Quill’s post. I thought you would find them enjoyable.
“I admit it would have to be a pretty special set of circumstances for some of those big moths or their caterpillars to wind up in the water, but you can bet a trout would eat them if they did. Mayflies and damselflies, on the other hand, are eaten by fish at all stages in their lives and one of the most challenging aspects of fly fishing is coming up with a suitable imitation. I am not a rotten fly tier (“tier” vs. “tyer”; discuss below) but, while I may play around and try a few new patterns over the winter, I certainly don’t sit down and whip off a few dozen of anything, even if it is claimed the trout will eat them “like candy”. Of course, what we anglers present is more like the Halloween candy they warned us about when we were kids — the kind with a razor blade in it — but we anglers don’t like thinking about that, do we? I’m the kind of guy more likely to gaze at the water in late afternoon, take a guess, and tie up three or four flies I think might work that evening. If I’m lucky I’ll finish before dark and actually get on the water with my concoctions. If I’m really lucky, someone else will sit down and tie some flies for me.”
“A couple of weeks ago that someone was Don Bastian. Don has fished here before and knows my super-secret true identity. He is also a good sport, taking a good-natured ribbing as well as anyone I’ve met and, as it turns out, he is also a pretty good angler. Don and I shared a boat one evening last week, fishing a yellow drake hatch that came off just as nicely as a hatch can on these waters, using a couple of extended-body patterns Don tied before we went out. The fish were feeding close to the bank and we each hooked up on nearly every cast. Bird song and the sound of slurping trout filled the air as we drifted along the shore in the fading light until only a thrush remained, serenading us from fifty feet away. Eventually, even the thrush went to bed and, as the other boats headed in, I lost my fly and reeled up my line but Don kept right on fishing. I have a feeling that if the hatch hadn’t shut down and full-on dark set in we’d still be out there now.”
Quill, I only stopped fishing because I was a guest and everyone else was done for the night. I wanted to “fit-in.” I remember that night, so many trout! My favorite was when we both saw those two rises, two fish feeding close together, you made your cast, I was mid-cast in a different direction and instantly changed my angle of stroke to punch my Yellow Drake Dun pattern six feet from yours. It was classic! A second apart, slurp, slurp, two trout took both our flies for a double hook-up.
The song of that hermit thrush was especially memorable, so close to us, the sound of its ethereal voice echoing eerily through the otherwise silent stillness of the deepening gloom of night. Thank you for sharing that evening with me.
After the evening fishing, I was tying (using head cement) at the station shown below until about eleven PM.
“Above: A well-stocked fly tying station in late afternoon on the porch of a camp, complete with vise, light, bobbins, thread, tinsel, scissors, etc. I have no idea how that beer got in there, but the Mason jar contained weapons-grade head cement thinner which just happened to be blackberry flavored in case someone got thirsty (we did). In the foreground is a full beaver pelt with enough fur to dub hundreds and hundreds of flies. I’m still learning about natural fur dubbing so I asked Don if he could do anything with it. In mere minutes, Don had half a dozen nymphs ready to go.”
I can explain the beer bottle; it’s pretty simple: I was drinking it. And the beaver pelt will dub thousands and thousands of flies.
Application of some of the weapons-grade head cement thinner described above “enhanced” the tying of these nymphs.
On my way back to Pennsylvania on June 13th, I had the opportunity to examine and photograph a Yellow Drake Dun in Ulster, Pennsylvania, about 11:30 PM. It was resting on a support post at a mini-mart when I stopped for gas. Since seeing that fly, I changed the brown thread rib on my pattern to yellow, because Yellow Drakes don’t have brown ribs, but they do have brown mottled markings on top of their abdomen. I have figured a way to incorporate these alterations into a more accurate representation, not that I needed to do that after the phenomenal success we all had with the patterns on The Lake, but the result is that this pattern, a prototype, has been improved. I’ll make a separate post of this prototype, the new fly, and the real one soon.
“I had a blast hanging out with Don (and Steve and Dick and Bill, who I see on a regular basis) and, even though his bobbin moves so fast it’s a blur, I picked up a few tricks and a lot of fly tying inspiration while Don was here.”
Be sure to visit The View…you’ll be glad you did.