Persistence pays off!

As the title of this post says being persistent does have its advantages. But just like any “payment” it isn’t always immediate!

Case in point: Somerset County, Maryland is less than 60 miles from my home. It just takes 3 hours to drive there since I have to cross the Chesapeake Bay. Somerset County is a neighbor to Wicomico County where I grew up. I have tried on three different occasions to catch a fish in Somerset County. The first time was right after beginning my quest to catch a fish in each county of the state of Maryland. I had driven down to Worcester County and paddled around on the old kayak and caught a nice bluegill in Shad Landing State Park. On the ride back to my parents’ house I stopped at the Manokin River Park in Princess Anne to give it a try. No luck that day. Fast forward to about three months ago, back in March. I was on the Eastern Shore visiting my sisters and I went to the same small park and decided to put the kayak on the river. Being a tidal fishery it was LOW tide that day and I was thankful I had my boots since there were times when the kayak was scrapping bottom and I had to get out and walk it some. Suffice it to say I went fishless that day as well.

Now here I am at the beginning of June, visiting my sisters again. I woke up early this morning and decided to give it another try. I drove down to the park, about 20 minutes from my sister’s home. I had brought four different rods for my trip, mainly because I was going to try my favorite spot, Williams Mill, the previous day. Upon arriving I decided that I wouldn’t use the kayak unless it just wasn’t paying off on the shoreline. I began with the collapsible panfish rod thinking I could hook something relatively quick. It didn’t happen. I switched to my ultralight rod, 4 pound test, with a red and white tube on a 1/16 oz jig. I made probably a half dozen casts before anything happened. On one cast, near a spot of overhanging tree limbs, my float when down like a shot. I yanked up and the fish took off, making runs of 20 yards or more. I was able to gain some line back but it would just take more. With the very light line I didn’t want to put much pressure on it. In fact I didn’t really have to since it snapped the line after a couple of minutes. I was encouraged. I had hooked something, and it was probably pretty big. I went back to the car for another rod, with a heavier line and began trying again. Fish were surfacing all around me, but I couldn’t get one to bite. I stayed there for 45 minutes, but NO luck!

I decided to grab the kayak and give it a try. I even had my minnow trap and thought I might be able to catch some bait. (Interesting fact, or at least it’s interesting to me, if I had caught some minnows I would not have counted them for my quest; since one of my rules was that the fish must be caught with hook and line.) Nevertheless I was unsuccessful in catching any bait and had to resort to small shad soft plastics and my tubes. I paddled down the river, with the tide, making casts with a beetle spin lure as well as a small tube. Again fish were breaking the surface of the water but I couldn’t get anything to bite.

After an hour or so I decided to head back to the car. Once there I pulled the kayak over to the car to load it. After putting everything back into the car I looked at my watch and said “I’ll give it another 15 minutes.” I walked back over to the river side. Now persistence is defined as “firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty” and that’s why I decided to use it in the title. While it is just fishing, and I don’t really believe that trying to catch a fish counts as “grinding away” I do know that I easily get stuck in my ways. I made a few casts into some of the areas as before. My bait got hit a couple of times, but nothing. I made one more cast, gave it a twitch and then felt it get heavy. I gave it a yank and started reeling. Heavier line I was able to “control” the fish a little more as it swam down. As it got closer to the shoreline it headed towards a few of the rocks. Fortunately with a little longer rod I was able to lift the fish over them. It was at this point when my persistence finally did pay off as I was holding a small 10 inch, pretty fat, channel catfish. A few pictures and released healthy I had another county under my belt. That brings the count to 19 out of 24 including two new ones in a week. Now back to my sisters for lunch and family time. Until next time... Tight Lines!

One County Closer to My Goal

April 21st, Earth Day weekend, and what a better way to spend it than on the water in a beautiful location like Cunningham Falls State Park. A month earlier I had visited the lake here, but I was completely skunked. I didn’t know the lake, it was 10 degrees cooler than back home and it seemed like the fish had not moved up to the shallows to spawn yet. That day I spent the better part of four hours trying different techniques in different parts of the lake to have no success. Fast forward one month to today and things have changed.

I arrived at the park just before 8 am, meaning I had left the house before 6 am. I drove into the parking lot and had the place to myself. Being alone I took my time rigging the kayak with my seat, scupper plugs, rods and tackle. I even brought a small cooler in case I caught something to bring home. The air temperature was in the mid 30’s with a very slight breeze. I paddled out towards the northern shore figuring that the water temperatures over there might be a little warmer. I had a small yellow tube on a 1/16 oz jig head about 24 inches below a float. As I approached the northern shoreline I began to make casts towards the point. If memory serves, it was on the fourth cast when my float went under and I was hooked up. A minute and a half later I had my first fish of the day and more importantly first fish in Frederick County. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I drove about two hours to get to this location. I wasn’t about to spend 15 minutes fishing and pack it back up. So I did my best to hold my position where I caught the first one and repeated my cast. This brought another half dozen or so to the kayak.

After a little while I paddled along the same shoreline, past a few guys sitting on their chairs waiting for the trout to bite. I was able to catch a few more including one bluegill. Then I decided to turn back to the launch and head home. I ended up catching 9 or 10 crappie and the one bluegill on my outing and I was pleased with that.

With my catching a fish in Frederick County, that brings me one step closer to my goal of catching a fish in each county in the state of Maryland. In fact the number is now 17. It also raises another concern. The closest county, where I have not caught a fish, to my home is now Baltimore, about 90 minutes away. My normal "modus operandi" has been to drive to a location, fish and drive home. That has just become more involved unless I begin to plan trips where I can get multiple counties on the same day, otherwise I'm going to be spending a lot on gasoline. So the next couple of weeks are going to be spent in planning. I'll keep you informed.

I realize that this is a fishing blog but I wanted to mention one more thing. During the month of April, I’ve been participating in a movement on Twitter called #30daysofpickinguplitter. As a person who enjoys being outside I think it is vital that we do everything we can to keep our “playground” clean. This particular day I picked up the standard beer can along the shore as well as multiple cigarette butts. But I also found a couple plastic bags with fish remains and other very disgusting contents. I still picked them and found a dumpster where I could put them when I stopped for lunch. I just wish I hadn’t found them. I hope anyone who might read this might make a commitment to do what we can to pick up trash we see. Thanks for bearing with me on this. Until next time...Tight Lines!

By the by: I did get some footage of my outing and hope to put together a short video before the end of the month. Stay tuned...

March 3rd “The best-laid plans” & County #16.

Not only is there the expression mentioned in the title of this post, but there is another about the month of March and “In like a lion, out like a lamb.” This weekend is a testament to both. Since swim season ended last weekend, my time to get on the water has increased quite a bit. But first let me say that swim season ended very well – with our boys’ team winning the Regional Title and our girls’ team taking third, two weeks ago. Not only that we also had a terrific showing at the state meet last weekend with multiple podiums for our boys’ team as well as the girls’ 400 relay team making the podium too. The other coaches and I really couldn’t be prouder of how they swam.

Back to fishing. This weekend I had the opportunity to hit a couple of local ponds and catch a decent set of fish. Mostly bluegill and bass, with none of them large enough to keep, I got good numbers. In fact, by my count and I am a nerd about it, I’ve caught 30 fish in the last three days. But my focus has been on Saturday. I wanted to get back in the quest to catch a fish in each county of Maryland, and I knew that I could take the time Saturday to drive a couple of hours to knock one off the list.

My target was Kent County, in the northern part of the Maryland’s Eastern Shore, specifically Urieville Lake just north of Chestertown. I had stopped by once last summer, but the lake it prone to dense vegetation. So dense that it is almost impossible to get to open water from the small launch. Being late winter I knew that the vegetation would not have grown up yet, so I figured I had a good shot of catching something. Well until Winter Storm Riley hit the Mid-Atlantic on Friday. While at home in southern Maryland had lots of wind with little rain, other areas got hit hard. My family and I were lucky enough only to have our lights blink once at 7 am that morning, but we kept power during it all. Schools were canceled for the day, but it didn’t prevent me from going by a couple of local ponds for a couple of hours.

Now as mentioned I had been looking forward to visit Urieville for a week so the remnants of the storm were not going to dissuade me from going. Hindsight being 20/20 I wish I had had a plan B. I arrived at the lake around 9 am and the wind was still blowing, probably close to 15 mph. I put the kayak on the water and made my way. The lake itself is shaped like a ‘Y’ and I decided to try the far reaches of both top portions. But with the wind the water was terribly turbid and blown out of both. In fact, multiple times while paddling I noticed I was kicking up silt from the bottom it was that shallow. After an hour and half, I anchored behind a small “island” for cover and made casts along its edge, as well as the extreme ends of it. While I didn’t throw the entire tackle box at it, I don’t know if there was anything else I could have tried besides live bait sitting on the bottom, of which I had none. So, after two hours I decided to pack up and head to the car.

Once I got back to the car, I loaded everything back up but kept out my small spinning rod. I had read on the DNR website that people had caught fish in the stream that leads out from the dam on Urieville. It meant crossing the road and climbing down the embankment, but I had driven two hours to try and get a fish, I was going to try. To increase my odds of catching something, I tied on the smallest jig I had under a float. I had used it earlier in the week at the pond in Bennett Hughes Memorial Forest and it had paid off. I used the same one and made several casts along the other shoreline. The float tilted upwards and I gave it a reel. Whatever it was came off. I made another cast with the same results. I decided to make a cast along the same shoreline where I was standing. BINGO – I hooked up with something. It wasn’t terribly big, but I had to get it to shore. I lifted it out of the water expecting a small bluegill but was pleasantly surprised by a “golden shiner.” I went to grab the line to hold it for a picture and it subsequently fell back into the water. I stamped my foot, mumbled something under my breath and made another cast, and another. I hooked up again.

This time I caught a small bluegill. I snapped a photo, but according to my own “rules” it wasn’t the “qualifying fish.” I tried again and again to get another shiner. I ended up catching 7 more bluegills. I looked at my watch and saw that I was needing to get back on the road soon, so I told myself 10 more minutes. On the third cast of the 10 minutes I hooked up again and got it to shore. It was another shiner! Success!! I snapped a photo of it and put it back in the water and then made the climb back up to the roadside and back to my car.

To make a long story short, which obviously I didn’t hear, the weather this weekend came in like a lion so let’s hope it goes out like a lamb AND my “best-laid plans” were thwarted by it. Nonetheless I was able to accomplish my goal on getting county number 16 KENT County in my quest to “Fish Across Maryland.” By the way, if the “in like a lion” also refers to how well the fishing has been so far – let it continue to roar! Until next time – Tight Lines!!

Dorchester County Trifecta (August 5th, 2017)

Early in the summer, my family and I visited Cascade Lake in Carroll County which afforded me the opportunity to add that county to my list in my quest to “Fish Across Maryland.” This past Saturday I decided to try and get another. Since my wife and youngest son were away at “Basic Leadership Training” with his NJROTC unit, and my oldest son had to work, I woke up nice and early. I took the dog out for a walk and had a quick breakfast and then climbed in the car. Living in Maryland, most Marylanders know that you usually don’t travel east across the bay bridge unless you can get an early start. I ended up having no trouble at all and made good time towards Cambridge, just across the Choptank River. My original plan was to put in right in Cambridge at Sail Winds Park, but the evening before I check a couple of things online and decided to go to Secretary, MD. It is about 15 minutes northeast of Cambridge itself and it sits on the Warwick River, a tributary of the Choptank. I’m happy I did go to Secretary because as I cross the bridge into Cambridge I could see that the winds had kicked up whitecaps and I had no desire to fight them.

The boat launch I found was right off Second Street. It had plenty of parking for trailer as well as a very wide ramp. Knowing that I might be a little while loading up, to catch some minnows as bait, I decided to put the kayak in along the wooden walkway a little way from the ramp itself. I dropped the minnow trap in, loaded up the kayak, and then parked to car. It was now that I learned that I had only caught 6 or 8 minnows and I wanted more. I moved the trap to another location along the little cut in the marsh and climbed in the kayak and paddled across from the launch. There I made casts with a small grub on a 1/16 oz. jig. A couple of casts into the morning and I was hooked up with a familiar fish, a white perch (Morone americana).

I have caught loads of white perch back home, and had used white perch as the “qualifying fish” in one other county, Talbott County. Again, I had driven a little over 2 hours, and I wasn’t going to just load back up and be done, so I made a few more casts and caught a couple more. I then paddled back toward my trap and found that I had a good three dozen minnow to work with for a little while.

I made my way out into the main channel, under the small bridge, and was reminded why I was happy I hadn’t launched on the main river. The wind was blowing nicely and I had no problems moving. Of course, the paddle back, into the wind, was going to be a little tougher. I made my way east in the river, passing by a very nice set of townhomes.

In fact as I paddled past, a very nice older lady spoke to me saying that I looked like “I could use another hand.” I agreed and mentioned how nice the temperatures felt in early August (low 80’s instead of low 90’s) to which she agreed as well. I paddled a little further, just past the townhomes and thought I would try that area. I had a small circle hook on a bigger rod, spooled with 20-pound braided line. Just above the hook I had a small piece, 1/8 oz., piece of split shot. I put a minnow on my line and made a cast to about 10 yards from sure. As I reeled in the slack, I felt a terrific pull and it was game on. I began to reel, keeping the rod high, and noticed that I was being towed a little. The fish was staying down as I tried to lift the rod and reel in the line. At one point, I got a look at it before it dove back down. It was a good size, but unfortunately, I couldn’t quite tell what yet. I fought it a little more and finally got it to the surface. It was at this point I wish I had brought a larger cooler with me, or even a cooler on the kayak at all, since I had a 20-inch channel catfish in my net. Again, this was really 30 minutes into my outing and I didn’t want to turn around then, so I decided to let it swim away. I baited up again and made a few more casts. I felt the familiar “tap tap” of the perch pulling at my minnow, and I caught a dozen or so. I also hooked up with, about 5 minutes after the first one, another catfish, this one about 18 inches. Again, I wish I had a bigger cooler with me.

Now some folks refer to catching three different species of fish as a “grand slam.”: But being a baseball fan and knowing that a “grand slam” scores 4 runs, I like to refer to three different species as a “trifecta.” After about 40 minutes of catching perch, and the catfish, I moved a little further out into the channel, such as it was. I made a few casts, lost a few minnows, but eventually got hooked up again. This time the fish was staying more towards the surface of the water, but it was also able to tow, or at least turn, the kayak some. I fought it to the boat and had a 16 inch “rockfish” or striped bass.

Three species in one location really, the kind of fishing I really enjoy. Cast out a line, hold on and be a little surprised at what bites.

That brings my count of Maryland counties to 15 out of 24, just over 62%. I hope to get one more before school starts, but time will tell. Until then…Tight Lines!

Just as a side note on the ride home from Dorchester County, I stopped off at the Wye Mills Community Lake. I like to break up drives by fishing for about 45 minutes or so along the stream that flows out of the dam there. While there on Saturday, I did catch a “slam.” While there I caught a few bluegills, a white perch, a black crappie and a green sunfish = four species. In fact, I caught 6 different species on the day! I really enjoyed that day!!