Thursday, July 26, 2018

Somewhat Annual Middle Lake Saranac camping/ fishing report, by Alexi

Martha Reben's Lean-To

 There is so much to say about this trip, but I will be brief:

 We reserved Tick Island on Weller Pond for one week in July.

Weller Pond looking toward Middle Saranac

Other sites at the same time were reserved, coordinated months in advance with friends and family and friends of friends from all walks of life.

There was a bear scare.

and a Bear
Barry by the fire

 and some pike
Whopper Plopper Pike
I had set a few fishing goals for myself.  A smallmouth and a Pike on the Whopper Plopper,

and any fish on a Rapalla Sliver.

I did not accomplish the latter.

Whopper Plopper Bass
The fishing was slow but steady for me.  On only one outing was I skunked, and I usually went out two or three times a day.  I had decided to try and use many of the same lures I was using in Louisiana for Redfish.  Well, that's what was around, and, at this point for fishing to be fun I need to fish topwater lures.  The Zara Spook JR, the redfish magic spinner bait (one gold spinner), and the Whopper Plopper were my "go-to" lures. In fact, besides these three, I only fished the small popper briefely, and the Rapalla Sliver (trolled whenever moving from point A to B) in addition to those. 

Redfish Magic Spinner bait pike
We don't use nets. 
Steve with one of many lost pike
The weather was picture perfect.  In prior years we have been on the lake, trying to cross it in storms, and it is not fun, especially when loaded down with gear.  I know it's hard to tell what's going on in the picture below, so I'll explain;  I am seated at thee stern of the canoe, Maisy the dog is at my feet, Wendy is on the bow.  Behind us is my Hobie fully loaded with gear and trash, about to be  towed and used as a trash barge.  We paddle for an hour and a half, slow but steady, across open water, to return to the truck.
Hobie as Trash Barge

The somewhat annual trips to the Adirondacks keep getting better year after year somehow. 
If you want to make eggs, and you forgot your spatula, there's plenty of wood around to carve one.


Friday, June 22, 2018

New Orleans, June 2018

When a good friend says "You want to come down to New Orleans play some shows and fish for a few weeks and have a free place to stay with a pool?"  Your response should be "Yes".

I drove down to New Orleans with my Hobie on my truck.  I don't have A/C in my 91 Toyota Pickup truck.  There were storms and it was hot the whole way down.  Not a good combo.  I stopped in Knoxville on the way down and on the way back up.  Eight-hour drives on google maps easily turn into 11- to 13- hour drives in my reality.

My first trip was to Lacombe Bayou on the North Shore of Lake Ponchartrain.  It was evening.  I was skunked.

Bayou Lacombe

While there, I ran into two kayakers, David and his friend, who were kind enough to point me in the direction of Delacroix. 


I did a solo trip there the next day.  I did pretty well.

Large Mouth Bass - brackish

decent red

personal record smallest red

another decent red

It was tough getting used to the small size limits.  Most of the Reds ranged between 16" and 26".  The salt water large mouth bass were a surprise to me.  They were all fairly small.  Most of the Specs were small, and there weren't too many.

I believe all of these fish were caught on my faithful Zara Spook Jr with upgraded hooks for Stripers. 

The rumors were that the water was generally low, and it was really weedy, so whenever I got a good cast in I had confidence that there would be a fish.

I didn't know exactly how scared to be of the alligators.  And the Nutria were everywhere. 

From nose to eyes in inches = feet in alligator length

The next day I met Dave and his friend Sonny down at Delacroix at 6 AM.  It's about a 45 minute from mid-town, where I was staying.


Sonny and Dave

Sonny is losing a big red

topwater red
 Redfish go for $15 a pound at the market down there.  At one point I definitely had ten pounds of redfish in the fridge....
Dave's 27" red

Sonny - alligator alley

I fished Delacroix a few more times, and also started launching at Shell beach, which was a slightly different body of water.  It was less flat and more dynamic in types of structure.  In other words, I could get more casts in without weeds.  Also there was a castle there called Fort Proctor.

Gar were everywhere, and while I thought after the first day that an alligator had attacked my kayak, in all likelihood it was just a large Gar giving my Kayak a tail swipe.

The lure of choice for dave and Sonny was a weedless gold spoon.  While I tried this, and it worked as half of these fish were caught on it or a gold spinner bait, I still went back to throwing my Spook Jr. whenever things slowed down.  I am always more confident in at least getting strikes on that lure than anything else. 










I liked this ones spots

Biggest spec of the trip

the end

except the blues gigs, we were Lee Tiger and the Broken Blues Band