SteveGibson's Blog – November 2008 Archive (5)

I read with great interest Alex G's post about fly fishing and eventually fly tying. Seems like the logical progression.



You learn to cast a fly line, learn to fly fish and then you want to learn how to tie flies. And that's perfectly natural.



When I started fly fishing more years ago than I'd like to admit, I was determined to be a fly fisher and never a fly tier.



I don't want to be one of those guys, I told myself.



But a funny thing happened at the… Continue

Some people fish. Others wish.



What do you do?



I suspect if you're into bluegill, you fish.



The difference between wishing and fishing is clear. Those who catch fish are fishing. And then there are those who simply make a wish to catch fish.



This scenario is played out daily on lakes and streams throughout the country. One angler goes out with an intimate knowlege of the lake and the species he is seeking. He's knows the lake, its bottom and its… Continue

The Mighty Myakka Minnow was born out of frustration. I’m sure you’ve been there.



Imagine a day on the water with fish busting minnows throughout the morning. But after several hours, you still have nothing to show for your efforts. You cast into the spray of minnows, but your offering is ignored repeatedly. The fish are so keyed into the tiny minnows that they ignore everything else.



Although the scenery is nice and weather gorgeous, it sure would be nice to feel the tug… Continue

I'm heading out in the morning with a friend and surely bluegill will be a target. We'll put the kayaks in at the Nine Mile Canal at North Port, Fla. Haven't fished that body of water in years, but I know it's good.



I'm not a purist by any means, but I find I can catch more bluegill and other freshwater fish on fly rod than I can other tackle. Of course, I use fly tackle all the time. Tomorrow I'll take a 1-weight, 2-weight and maybe something just a little bigger with a bass… Continue

I began my fishing when I was 5 years old with my grandfather. There was just something about watching that red and white bobber. I was literally mesmerized by it.

Of course, I fished live bait at the time. At first, I just wanted to catch a fish and I didn't care what it was. I was as thrilled by a catfish as I was anything.

Still, bluegill won a place in my heart -- especially big bluegill.

Fast forward to 1971. I moved to Florida and really began learning how to fish. Spent… Continue