Posts Tagged ‘Harlan County Reservoir’

It’s been a week today, and my iPhone is still down. I am still not giving up hope that I can save it. I am extremely stubborn (ask about the Ford Mustang I used to own sometime), and I have a special screwdriver coming today to open my phone. I am going to attempt to take an iPhone apart and repair it. Wish me luck…

In other news, I have discovered that writing a fishing blog becomes difficult without easy access to a camera that goes everywhere with you. Also, the weather is hot and the fishing is bad. All makes for some pretty boring story telling. But since I have the time, and I am waiting for a doctor appointment this morning, how about a couple quick updates…

Early in July, my family celebrated Christmas. You read that correctly. My family is so spread out that coming together for the holidays is impossible, so we gave up and celebrate Christmas in July. I managed to pick up some pretty sweet fly fishing swag as gifts…

The sign will look great over my fly tying desk. And the Henry Winkler book is awesome. Definitely a recommended read; whether or not you fly fish.

The Pabst was not a gift. I have dubbed it the official beer of fly fishing. It also disgusted my Anheuser-Busch loyal family. (And yes, I really do think PBR is a good beer.)

Second, I managed to complete one of my 2013 fly fishing goals while at my parents…

That’s right! That is a fish, caught on a fly, from Harlan County Lake!!!

For those of you who have been reading my blog from the beginning, you might remember one of my early posts about Harlan County. No matter how hard I try, I could never catch a fish on a fly there.

Well, eat it Harlan.

This is proof of concept. Okay, Okay… I caught a freshwater drum. Not the most glorious of fish. But drum do put up a good fight on a fly rod. And I have fairly caught, played, and landed a fish from Harlan County Lake… that was not foul hooked, or on a trolled fly (which I don’t consider fly fishing…)

I think that is good for now. I have a BIG update… but I am going to save that for it’s own post.

See you in the waiting room at the family doctor.

E

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So yesterday at work, my boss sent me an email and told me to check out the front page of weather.com… I guess she saw something that reminded her of me…

I know I am pretty crazy when it comes to fishing. But I am not this crazy (or so I tell myself).

Later on in the day though, I did see a Facebook post from Mama E that did at least confirm that my fishing addiction is a genetic disease…

My parents took their boat out on Harlen County Reservoir looking for some Walleyes. They didn’t find any, but mom did land her first fish of the year; as you can see above.

But look closer at the picture than that…

Notice her winter gloves, heavy coat, and the whitecaps on the water? Yeah, looks like a miserable day to be out on the water. I wish I could have been there too…

Don’t a lot of things about me make sense now?

Congratulations on your first fish of the year mom! BUT… I landed my first fish way back on March 17th… and on a fly… So nanny nanny boo boo!

Just saying…

(We are not a competitive family at all are we?)

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Just as I start to think that I am getting really good at fishing, something like this happens.

My phone buzzes, and shows that I have a picture message. From my dad. And this is what it is…

So much for my 21 inch catfish I caught a few weeks ago. What can you even say about this except be awestruck… It looks like it belongs on the cover of a Cabela’s fishing catalog…

Thanks to my dad, I have developed a love for the outdoors, hunting, and fishing… although it did develop much later in life then he would have liked. I’ve worked really hard to become a better fishermen. I read the magazines and the books. I put in my fair share of time on the water. And I catch a few nice fish here and there…

But he goes to the lake and almost effortlessly pulls up a master angler channel catfish trophy…

However, a few minutes later I also got this…

Ha ha! That makes me feel a little better. That would be my trip to the Harlan County Reservoir.

Congrats on your master angler, dad… and you still suck.

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So my parents live close to the Harlan County Reservoir… which you would think is perfect for someone as obsessed with fishing as I am, right? Wrong…

This lake hates me… it chews me up and spits me out… makes me it’s doormat.

In short, I can’t figure this lake out. It is my Moby Dick…

In the last three years, I have caught exactly two fish on the fly out of this lake. And technically, by fly fishing standards, neither counted… One was foul hooked, and the other was caught by trolling a fly behind a boat (which is definitely not fly fishing).

Earlier this year, my float tube popped as I was trying to launch it on Harlan.

This lake simply does not want me to catch fish on the fly anywhere near it.

This trip was no exception. Due to other family events on this trip home, I was only able to spend one day on Harlan. I woke up early and launched the float tube at sun up on the swimming beach. A sleepy morning the day after the 4th of July. It did make for some good pictures… and it was fun to see the cars on the dam slow to almost a stop as they tried to figure out what kind of idiot would take a tiny “rubber dingy” on the lake. That was the extent of the fun fly fishing this trip.

Spending two and a half hours floating up and down the dam face and through Gremlin Cove, with exactly one strike and no hook ups is not the definition of fun. By my own fly fishing standards, the trip was a push… no flies lost versus no fish caught. That is my problem fly fishing this lake. I can’t even have a bad trip… every trip is painfully boring and neutral.

The solution: Give up, get on the family boat, and pick up a spinning rod…

The nice thing about Harlan is that even when it chews me up and spits me out, I have the world’s greatest fishing guide to get me on some fish… my dad.

Sure, it’s not fly fishing… but getting to spend the whole day fishing with dad is the only thing I can think of that beats fly fishing. Plus, my dad had just got a ridiculously over sized fishing pole as a gift. The only thing that could have made this pole any better was if we would have tied a pirate flag to the end of it. Between my brother-in-law, dad, and myself we managed to dry off a few catfish my drifting some shrimp off the bottom of the lake. Watching my dad and brother and law try to land a fish on “godzilla-pole” was hilarious.

The thing was so massive, he had the hold the pole clear behind him to even get the fish close to the boat…

I even managed to land a pretty decent one myself…

The only problem with sitting on the boat all day with dad… the cooler on the floor of the boat… for those of you who know him, ask him about my “language skills” and my trip down the hill at the fishing cleaning station. That is all I am going to say here…

This is probably the part of Harlan that drives me the most nuts… If I’m on the boat with Dad, the fish practically jump on the boat. By myself, it is a constant game of getting skunked.

Maybe I should just get on the boat each time of go down there… then again, I don’t know how many trips down the hill at the fishing cleaning station I can take…

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