jacob
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Fished the big D at Easton last Saturday, right below the confluence with the Lehigh River for the great american shad run!
Air temps in the 80s, sunny with some clouds - I got sunburned, forgetting to throw some in the car and enjoying the beautiful weather in a tank top... Once I threw on some sleeves it was far too late (racoon eyes and all)!
Anyway - I've been wanting to fly fish the shad run now for a couple of years, and finally pulled the trigger. I just got an 8wt a couple weeks ago from Allen Fly Fishing (great deal btw, and decent rod and reel for the price) so I finally had the rod for the job.
I tied up 10 shad darts in various gaudy, flashy colors the night before hoping I could hook into one for the first time ever, and also on the fly- as my girlfriend questioned my sanity... I was really pumped to get on the water.
The river here is swift, deep, and damn dangerous at best. Only way for me to fish with a fly rod was to hug the bank and utilize the ole spey cast. My rig consisted of a 7 ft. poly leader, extra fast sink, with about 3 feet of tippet, and various darts that I tied (sparse white maribou with lots of pearl flash and a fluorescent pink head ended up being the ticket for me, tho I tried some oranges, chartreuses, and whatnot.)
After about 2 hours of swinging, spey casting "practice," lots of mending to get down deep in the fast current, seeing the boats in the main current pull in fish after fish- and watching all of the guys in said boats staring and pointing me out to their buddies like "what in the hell is this guy doing"... I began thinking I may leave frustrated and slightly embarrassed, when.... I finally felt the tug!
HOLY COW, these fish are so strong, and incredibly fun! There is something special about catching a fish you know swam hundreds of miles from the ocean to get to that spot on the river... Needless to say these fish are hot, and really pull some line, each one I caught was making my reel scream, and damn, we all know that is an awesome feeling. Even on an 8wt, at times I felt undergunned.
I ended up landing 5 american shad, and lost one that took me well into my backing, arguably the largest I had on. (always the one that got away, eh?) My stripping finger was mangled after two fish, and I would have had to quit early if it wasn't for a nice guy I asked for some tape giving me a few band-aids to wrap up my bloody finger and keep on fishing.
Needless to say, I am hooked on shad fishing now, and have been questioning myself on why it has taken me so long to do it when an awesome anadromous fish is migrating within an hours drive.
I ended up leaving the river ecstatic, super proud as I crossed something off the bucket list the first day out fishing for them.
I am going back this weekend for some more action hopefully. If I don't find them around the same area, I suppose I'll drive north and try to intercept them there.
I had an absolute blast, and I suggest you try it if you haven't!
In the picture is the nicest one I landed - the others were smaller, but still put up one hell of a fight.
Get out and do some shad fishing - the trout will still be here later in the year, but these guys won't!
Air temps in the 80s, sunny with some clouds - I got sunburned, forgetting to throw some in the car and enjoying the beautiful weather in a tank top... Once I threw on some sleeves it was far too late (racoon eyes and all)!
Anyway - I've been wanting to fly fish the shad run now for a couple of years, and finally pulled the trigger. I just got an 8wt a couple weeks ago from Allen Fly Fishing (great deal btw, and decent rod and reel for the price) so I finally had the rod for the job.
I tied up 10 shad darts in various gaudy, flashy colors the night before hoping I could hook into one for the first time ever, and also on the fly- as my girlfriend questioned my sanity... I was really pumped to get on the water.
The river here is swift, deep, and damn dangerous at best. Only way for me to fish with a fly rod was to hug the bank and utilize the ole spey cast. My rig consisted of a 7 ft. poly leader, extra fast sink, with about 3 feet of tippet, and various darts that I tied (sparse white maribou with lots of pearl flash and a fluorescent pink head ended up being the ticket for me, tho I tried some oranges, chartreuses, and whatnot.)
After about 2 hours of swinging, spey casting "practice," lots of mending to get down deep in the fast current, seeing the boats in the main current pull in fish after fish- and watching all of the guys in said boats staring and pointing me out to their buddies like "what in the hell is this guy doing"... I began thinking I may leave frustrated and slightly embarrassed, when.... I finally felt the tug!
HOLY COW, these fish are so strong, and incredibly fun! There is something special about catching a fish you know swam hundreds of miles from the ocean to get to that spot on the river... Needless to say these fish are hot, and really pull some line, each one I caught was making my reel scream, and damn, we all know that is an awesome feeling. Even on an 8wt, at times I felt undergunned.
I ended up landing 5 american shad, and lost one that took me well into my backing, arguably the largest I had on. (always the one that got away, eh?) My stripping finger was mangled after two fish, and I would have had to quit early if it wasn't for a nice guy I asked for some tape giving me a few band-aids to wrap up my bloody finger and keep on fishing.
Needless to say, I am hooked on shad fishing now, and have been questioning myself on why it has taken me so long to do it when an awesome anadromous fish is migrating within an hours drive.
I ended up leaving the river ecstatic, super proud as I crossed something off the bucket list the first day out fishing for them.
I am going back this weekend for some more action hopefully. If I don't find them around the same area, I suppose I'll drive north and try to intercept them there.
I had an absolute blast, and I suggest you try it if you haven't!
In the picture is the nicest one I landed - the others were smaller, but still put up one hell of a fight.
Get out and do some shad fishing - the trout will still be here later in the year, but these guys won't!
