After work micro lifers

Having finished my work early today and being quite satisfied with the progress, I granted myself an early leave seeing it was a beautiful day out. To be fair, I am working this weekend so I was just trying to salvage some "me" time...

Michael and I was chatting about some micro fishing. He has found a spot, and successfully caught, a couple of micro species that is of interest to me. I've been sharing a lot of "sensitive information" with him pertaining to the whereabouts of various lifer species. It is nice to have some reverse flow of information ;)

So we planned to meet at the intersection of two rural roads. Seemingly nowhere but this a ground zero. Right by a little convenient pullout spot, there lies a shallow weedy pond next to a culvert of a small stream. I arrived before Michael and started putting my micro gear together - a 10' telescopic tenkara rod, 6lb fluorocarbon leader and 2lb fly tippet. To the tippet, an Owner "New Half Moon" tanago hook was painstakingly attached with a uni knot. The tiniest pinch of nightcralwer was (best described) wrapped to the microscopic hook point, perhaps somewhere, somehow it would be secured on the hook.

Immediately, I saw some small fish flirting about. Some were in pairs, some were in small schools and then there were the odd loners. I tried for the tiny schools first, perhaps the presence of fellow schoolmates would induce some kind of competition for food. I was proven wrong and the fish in schools largely ignored the bait.

Then I noticed one lone fish that seemed to be picking algae off a rock. I dropped the rig toward it and the fish responded by biting the splitshot. Seeing interest, I lifted the baited hook to the level and the fish immediately took the bait.

It was just that easy. A spawning male Fathead Minnow with tubercles on his head. He also has a dark vertical patch bordering the gill plate.

Fathead Minnow (Pimephales promelas) - Species #326...which would also make it official my 1% fish.

As I was taking pictures, Michael arrived. When the fish was finally released from the photo shoot, Michael and I moved down to the culvert for the next target.

This little creek was very shallow with sparse vegetation. Many little fish were hovering about. We saw one male guarding a nest. Since it was the biggest fish around, I tried to target it for awhile...but the male was too busy chasing other around and once in a while retreating into its tunnel nest.

So I tried to fish another gathering of these little fish. With more mouths around, the competition for food was fierce. I could often feel the bites and tug on the light rod, but setting the hook on these tiny mouths proved difficult. Finally, one made a mistake to take the bait just a little bit deeper in the mouth and it was mine!

Brook Stickleback (Culaea inconstans) - Species #327

Michael and I would toy around with a few more and I would catch two more stickleback before moving on.

So far, my trip was having a really great CPF. Cost Per Fish (species) is one of many metrics I like to use to judge the success of a particular species hunting trip. On average, each species cost about $40. On some successful travels, my CPF was as high as $20 per species. Some of my rather troublesome local species, such as Longnose Gar or Mooneye, has CPF as high as $150-200. To that point, I would have only spent $5 in gas to catch two new species. Even accounting for the return trip home $10 total), today's CFP was still one of the most efficient. However, Michael suggested checking out two other locations in the area for more new species.

Unfortunately, the story ends here. We checked out two other streams but no new species were found. This particular stream was very beautiful but we did not see a single fish. Weird.

I think this stream warrants a return survey in the summer when the water is lower, clearer and slower.

Not bad for after work species hunting. Of course I have to thank my protege for sharing some "sensitive information" with me.

Ottawa Redhorse Hunt 2013

Michael and I woke up leisurely (ie, we slept in) and only started our day at 9am. We headed to a river on the Quebec side across from Ottawa to chase after a River Redhorse. This river is probably one of the best bet during the River Redhorse spawn. Eli had seen some 2 weeks ago and lost one on the rod. I was really hoping to find my lifer River Redhorse.

However, we got to the river to see stained and fairly murky waters. Occasionally, muddy water would invade our spot. Still, we gave it a good try. About an hour after we started fishing, I had a few taps on my line and landed a Yellow Perch...false alarm.

A long wait later, I was about to check my line. I started reeling in the line when I felt a heavy but dead weight on the other end. I was saying to Michael that I had a big clump when the weed looked like it was drifting downstream fast. It was strange since the current wasn't running as fast as the weed was moving. Still, it was just like reeling in some dead weight. Then, all of a sudden, the weight started to swing upstream against the current. I was still puzzled until I saw something broke the water and it was a Sliver Redhorse.

This has happened to me a couple of times in the past where I would reel in dead weight only to find a Silver Redhorse at the end of the line. They seemed to take the worm and perhaps just sit there, but each time, they were simply lip hooked. Weird!

A while later, Michael hooked into his own Silver Redhorse which was a gravid female. She was spilling some eggs so we got her back in the water quickly.

It was a while much longer when I had a couple of strong taps and some spinning fight, which we correctly called it as a Channel Catfish. It was just a small one so it was released without pics.

Time was flying when fishing was slow. It was already well after 2pm and we were about to leave. I got a hit closer to shore and the fish immediately started to run. River Redhorse is one of the largest redhorse species and they are the strongest. The fish on my line fought well and I was starting to get hopeful until I saw the grey tail...another Silver Redhorse. It was a very nice Silver, but a bit disappointing since I was hoping it was a River...

Beautiful 21" fish (I was calling this a 17" fish...I should seriously stop underestimating my fish!)

Eli spent the morning dealing with insurance and getting a rental car, then doing some groceries. But by 4pm, he was free to fish. We met up to fish the Ottawa River at a spot where spawning redhorse was often seen porpoising.

We did see a lot of redhorse and they often get us excited, but spawning redhorse often is not the biting kind. Between Eli and I, we caught some perch, a channel catfish, a smallmouth bass, and this lit up 8" Pumpkinseed Sunfish.

But we didn't catch a redhorse...not until Michael and I had to be on our way home at 7pm. We just got on the road when Eli called to say he caught a Silver Redhorse.

As a last try, we stopped at a small river where I caught my Greater Redhorse last spring. We were losing light quickly and in the dim light it was difficult to determine if there were any Greaters in the river or not. Michael gave it a try for 30 minutes while I fed the mosquitoes. I hate mosquitoes! And Michael only caught a few micro Rockbass.

All in all, it was a successful weekend since all of us caught our first American Shad. It was just a total bummer that Eli's car was broken into and he now had to deal with the unnecessary hassle of car repair, insurance and police report. I was glad that we did achieve our goals...or else it would really suck a lot.

Montreal Shad Hunt 2013

Some time around February, I was looking for bus tickets to Chicago. While searching, I came across a seat sale on Megabus. Almost without much thought, I booked a return ticket from Toronto to Montreal for $30! You can't even do half of that 6-hour one-way drive for that price! I shared my upcoming trip with Eli and Michael. Soon, I had those two jumping in on the trip as well. All three of us want to add American Shad to our lifelist.

I planned to visit Montreal the first weekend of June because the American Shad migrate from the Atlantic Ocean to Rivière des Prairies between mid-May to mid-June. The peak of the run usually occurs around the last weekend of May. I thought with the late winter this year, we would hit the peak the first weekend of May. However, the run peaked last week, so we missed it by a few days.

I took the overnight bus to Montreal and met Eli and Michael at a Metro station. A short drive later, we arrived to a fully parked street. Looking down toward the river, the shore was lined shoulder to shoulder with anglers. Great...

We found a parking spot quickly, but took some time to suit up in waders. It wasn't until around 9am that we walked down the river.

We managed to find a spot for the three of us right by the stair access on the river bank. There were lots of anglers, but the number of anglers with fish in their bucket, cooler or stringer were surprisingly few. I was a bit worried that we had completely missed the run. But eventually, we saw a couple of departing anglers with a full limit (5) of American Shad.

We all started fishing with shad darts, but these darts were soon gobbled up by the hungry and vicious river bottom. So Michael and I resorted back to something that had worked for us in Virginia on Hickory Shad - a 1/16oz jig with a 2" plastic grub.

Eli was first to hook up, but we were a bit disappointed that it was a Sauger. Not long later, we were fooled by another pair of walleye.

A successful angler passed by and we chatted with him a bit. He said that we arrived too late. The bite shuts down by 9am and if we are not using darts, we will not be catching fish. Still, Eli, Michael and I persisted on.

As the morning wore on, it looked more and more bleak, until someone further down the bank landed a shad.

Shad often travels in schools, so we were fishing with intent to intercept the school. However, on this day, it seemed that fish were either in very small school, or they were just not interested. It was really a scratch bite.

Finally, Michael hooked up and with the strong pull, it looked like the right kind. After a few minutes of good struggle, the shad finally tired and Eli put it in the net. Great job Michael!

Michael was drifting the jig along the current seam, just like where we found Hickory Shad holding. We continued casting and drifting and a while later, Michael hooked a good fish but the hook came off.

When people started to leave, there was a bit more bank space and I moved slight upstream where the current seam was closer to shore. I was able to reach the seam with my cast more often. After a lot of casting and drifting, I felt some weight at the start of a retrieve and it was a decent fish. I hooked this fish at 11:50am. On my medium action rod, the fish fought well but I managed to tire the fish pretty quickly. Finally...American Shad!

American Shad (Alosa sapidissima) - Species #325

Net shot with the winning lure

Very beautiful fish...but they lose scale very easily. The net mesh can knock off scales. Holding them in hand can rub off scale. And if the fish thrash on rocks, it definitely cause scale loss. These fish are also very delicate and it doesn't take long before they expire. This fish was not going to make it...so I took a few more shots.

Having caught my target, I put the rod down and took a surrounding shot. I'm often too busy fishing and the camera is often ignored.

A while later, Michael hooked into a screamer and the fish took a long run downstream before the hook dropped out. I suspected it was a channel catfish.

I moved further upstream when Michael went downstream to fish with Eli. At about 2:20pm, I hooked up another fish in the current seam, only this time I was drifting the jig in the back eddy. The fish was quickly subdued and I tried to be quickly with a couple of pictures. I was fishing along a rocky shoreline so I had no choice but to put it on the rocks. The fish did swim off upon release...so I hope it did survive.

Michael and I were really cheering Eli on. For a little stretch, there were people hooking and landing 3 shad all around Eli. It seemed like Eli was getting flanked out. Eli talked to a local angler and received a couple of shad darts to use. Eli had renewed hope and fished on. It was just a few casts later that that Eli hooked up! It was definitely a few tense moments watching Eli fight the fish, and I had the honour to net the fish...which I did with shaking knees. As Eli puts it "There is no fight more intense and scary than a lifer fight" True that!

Finally, we all achieved our American Shad lifer! With that done, we decided to call it a day and planned to hit another spot on the way back to Ottawa.

However, our plan was overthrown when Eli arrived at the car to find a smashed car window. Someone had broke into Eli's car. Luckily, there wasn't anything too valuable stolen...but it seriously sucked. The thief stole a few of Eli's CD's, my backpack of clothes was stolen (and I had no change of clothes for the weekend), and strangely Michael's pair of jeans was stolen while mine remained. Luckily, the thief did not find Eli's GPS or Michael dad's camera. It was seriously weird that the items stolen worth the least.

We had a 2-hour drive on the highway and it wouldn't be fun without a window. I had two garbage bag and we patched up the opening with duct tape. We figured that the car was broken into because we had an Ontario plate (surrounded by Quebec plates). When we called the police, they said it was the holiday and they cannot send an officer or write a police report of the incident...WTF?!?!

Anyways......after Eli called the insurance company, we decided to just head back to Ottawa. On the way back, we drove through a thunderstorm and Michael spent 2 hours holding down the make shift window screen when the tape failed. But we did get back in one piece and relatively dry.