06.30.25 Last one for June 2025...

 

     Little guys with big tails this morning. Not much to say other than it's nice to be home. I'm ready for an early AM salt trip to the beach soon. Doesn't matter if I catch or not. 

     This morning I threw an eel fly. Dumbell eyes, silicone, deer hair, marabou, and some feathers. 

06.30.25 Nice weekend down in Cape May...

     Nice weekend down in Cape May. Left Friday morning after completing our TSA PreCheck appointments. What a money grab at $76 to be able to get through the lines faster. Definitely a have vs the have-nots kind of deal there. We figure since we're going to Ireland it might be quicker at the various gates since we don't have that Global Entry golden ticket. 

     Since we haven't been down in a few weeks we were met with the blanket of weeds from all of the rain and then sun we had. These aren't deep rooted weeds, just the little ones that stick out between the required white rocks we have around our property. In the end it was yet another work weekend. One more visit and then it will be smooth sailing the rest of the summer and fall. 

     Between the work details we did have good coffee and breakfast each morning at our friends coffee shop, Avalon Coffee, on Gurney Street near Convention Hall. Good lunches at the C-View and Vincenzo's and of course a McDonald's $5 meal deal on the way home for me. One night it 

was Fleck's Ice Cream in the Villa's. If you have a crowd and don't want to spend $1,200 at King's Ice Cream Parlor in Cape May then take a ride for the best ice cream any which way you want it at an affordable price. The above wonderfulness set us back $8.95. The rest of the weekend it was water and Gatorade Zero to stay hydrated. 

     Yesterday morning I did run down at 515 am to catch the just about dead low tide. The bucket brigade was out in full force and everything that was hooked got hauled over the rocks and into the bucket. Looked like small croakers were what they were catching. I had my Orvis PRO sling pack on the CORRECT way and I have to say I've been wearing it wrong for like 15 years. It felt a little different, but better, and easier to access the front and big pockets. Maybe it ain't so bad after all. 

     I did make some casts which actually was more of getting the feel of my new Orvis Helios D 9 ft 10 wt. I had it coupled with a Cortland Striper line and my goal was to cast the entire line, well mission accomplished. I usually don't need that but it's nice to know I can if I did. 

     One night I woke up at 330 am and hit the local WaWa and then the marina to see if there was any bait and or bass under the dock lights. Not yet, or at least here. Usually late summer when the nursery is busting at the seams you can find all kinds of swimmy things around. 

We're a day away from July which means two months of summer are ahead, well at least according to the school and Benny calendar. It's time to start getting real shit done, we're supposed to be moving to South Carolina in about a year. We'll see how that goes. 

06.27.25 One for the road...

     Hit it before heading south to Cape May for the weekend. A few to hand, one for the tank, time for a much needed break and change of venue. Fly rods coming with me. 

06.26.25 The river changes everyday...

     It's funny how waters change day to day. Today was different than yesterday. Besides it not being 90 degrees out the water itself was a different color. In fact it was way off color.

     I'm not sure what's going on up river and with the various dams and reservoirs but for the river to keep having these bumps. and changes in turbidity, without rain events, leaves me a bit puzzled. Yesterday the turbidity was about 6, today it went to 28. Those were numbers I saw when the river was at 40,000 cfs. Today it's at 15,000 cfs. 

     I talked about temps and DO yesterday and today, with the off colorness going on the oxygen saturation percentage dropped significantly, from 115% to 90, and the DO dropped from 7.7 to 7.4 mg/ml. 

     Delaware Joe and I gave it a quick go at 5 am before we went to breakfast. Joe had three, I landed one, a nice just 28 inch fish that saw through the dirt to find my fly. While it really doesn't mater my goal now is to squeak out a July Delaware river bass, of course, it decent conditions as to not harm the fish anymore then catching and releasing does. 

     And in more sad Delaware River news it seems the river has claimed another life. Crews up in Lambertville are continuing their search for a 23 year old male who went missing while 

swimming. This river is just unforgiving and each year we see multiple fatalities. Waters deserves all the respect and caution we can give them. 

06.25.25 Purely in the name of "science"...

     Well, as you know we are in an extreme heat wave. It looks like it will break in the next day or two. Yesterday while driving home from Mt. Sinai in Manhattan the car displayed

an outside temp of 109 degrees, and I wouldn't doubt it it if were true. It is brutal. No wind. High heat. High humidity. But luckily powers on in the house and those shitty we-have-an-old-house-so-we-have-window-units sticking out of the windows work. I don't care, at least I can breathe.

    Now what about fishing, and striped bass, and the heat? Well, I see my buddy Bruce, who is a sick fishermen, in time spent on the water in all weather, and it body counts, was

out there getting it done, yet again. And he found bigger fish in the low 30's, mostly fishing the faster water where the bass like to stage for food and comfort. But then I thought, what's really going on down inside the water, and why aren't these fish miserable and not eating like I am in the heat? 

     

    So when I got home around 6 pm I took the heat gun out (Thanks Dad) and went to check the river and a tributary that runs in. I scoped temps from 77 - 83 degrees. Of course it's high it's 

like Sahara-like temps going on. But Bruce is finding fish that are eating, and eating good. Yes, this river has its share of I'm-not-leaving-yet-bass, but some of these are drop backs and are definitely heading out front to the ocean. 

     While collecting some data I see who is out there fishing and what they're using for set-ups to ethically fish. It's a Yo-Yo hand reel, which is exactly just that, a whip it around and lasso style of fishing. This comes rigged with 40 lb. mono and a 2/0 hook. That's great but guys you should be using circle hooks. 

     I did some research using internet searches, John Field's book, Fly Fishing for Trophy Striped Bass, the ASGA website, and The Coastal Angler website. What I was looking for was information on how temperature, and at what degrees, do striped bass really get stressed with increased mortality. I'm not going to regurgitate it all here but here's what I found out, or re-found out. The big things are salinity, temperature (water and air), and dissolved oxygen, or DO. I learned that saltwater heats up faster then freshwater and freshwater holds more DO. 

     The big place we hear about this is the Chesapeake Bay, home of the largest natal system for striped bass. As many as fish migrate, many stay put, even the big ones. Maryland is considering making some adjustments to their seasons, shutting it down in the summer, and opening it more in the spring, to help reduce catch and release mortality.

     Now my fish in the Delaware are let's say 50 miles from the ebb and flowing salt line. So it's all freshwater. They spawn in it, spend their nursery time in it, and let's say through kindergarten before moving up to first grade, aka, making the migration move. In the meantime they move with the water, when the river drops, when the tides ebb and flow, where the bait is, and when it's too hot or too cold. 

     So when I reflected on my 66 degree threshold to fish or not, I thought, am I too low there? And, is it okay to fish in the summer months for these fish? Now obviously it's a scorcher out there now, but what about when things are "normal". So I went looked at the flows, 17,500 and dropping. Thank God for that bump, wherever it came from, that occurred a few days ago. Water temps, 77, 

and the dissolved oxygen at 7.7. They, the research says bass, need it to be at least 5, prefer 8-10. Remember when there was almost NO striped bass, shad, or herring above Philadelphia during the 1970's the DO was ZERO. It was dead water back then. Then Philly and the rest of the urban areas smartened up and the river got cleaned up, and the fish returned. 

     Above we see that this year is running about the same in oxygen saturation percentage as last year, even with this heat wave. There's more DO is faster broken water then in slow moving long stretches, and fresh holds more DO then salt, so we're good there. 

     Now my question is, "Can I, or should I fish?". If I went during the darkest parts of the day, would the temps be lower, and will the fish be active? And more importantly, will they be able to survive being caught, put into the tank (with frequent water changes), and then released? 

     So I went at 445 am not knowing what to expect. The water temp was 77.2 degrees, 10 more than my threshold. I'm going to repost that illustration I made up below to explain.

     Thermocline- a steep temperature gradient in waters where it's one temp above "a line" and the other below the line. Fields goes into great detail about different lines and what they mean, but for simplicity let's just say there's one line. It can happen in a few feet of water to hundreds of feet deep. Electronics can help anglers find temperature gradient differences which help them locate fish. For me, I'd be fishing in three feet of water or less, but there's still a difference. Currents, seams, and flow direction all have a slightly different temp, DO, and comfort zone for the striped bass. It's a Catch-22 with the water temps and the DO though, up in the water column the water is warmer, but that's where the best DO is, and lower in the column it's cooler, but has less DO. Pick your poison I guess striped bass. 

     So I started fishing and quickly found fish. They were in 2 feet of water and ready to eat before the sun beat down on them. These weren't Bruce sized fish but 20-26 inchers, fine by me. 

     I concentrated on water with bubbles, thinking maybe there was a few more liters of oxygen blowing past them. They were in the same spots that I usually find them, on the seams, 

low and behind the small rocks and in the depressions, and at times up on top cruising the faster water. Some softly ate, others hit it without abandon, and others cartwheeled out of the water. They all got the tank treatment, again, with frequent water changes. 

     As much as I hate to say it but all of them "Swam away strong". What does it prove? Nothing. Only that striped bass are active, albeit different times of the day, well Bruce proves that wrong, and that you can, if you have or want to, fish responsibly if you do things right. 

06.24.25 Mother of God it's hot...

     It was a one and done outing yesterday morning. I have to say it was pleasant when I got down there around 6 am. There wasn't much for water around between the dropping river, now 10,400 cfs, and the dropping tide which was low around 815 am. But I was glad to find one, get a good pic, have it hang in the tank, and let it go. 

    Then Mother Nature fired up the oven, and half of the people in the United States got cooked. It was miserable, and the humidity could choke a horse. And it doesn't look like it's

going to break until Thursday when the rains come and the temps will be in the 70's. But you know the rains we'll get, a tsunami, like 10 inches in two hours with 100 mph winds. Great. That'll mean the power will be off again and more tree limbs down in the yard. 

      By the evening a quick check of the river shows temps up to 78 degrees from 73 when I was out in the morning. I have to say I would have liked to measure it where I was because it definitely felt cooler. I'd like to say 66 degrees is my upper limit for fishing for striped bass in the river, so the next few days will be off limits, might be time to travel east and hit the salt for the first time in 2025.

     But as far as flows go something interesting happened between last night, when I penned a draft, and this morning just before this post went to print. I went and checked the USGS website

and overnight the flows have nearly doubled from just over 10,000 cfs to just under 20,000 cfs. I know they're releasing more water out of Cannonsville Reservoir in Deposit and from the Francis E. Walter Dam on the Lehigh Walter More water is great, but it didn't budge the temps all that much. It's still very warm. 

     Not wanting to be done I took a long walk near home to check and see if there were any bass in the faster and shaded water. It was a good idea, well not really, as no one was home.

     I did set the hook on a log but was able to roll cast the fly free which made my day because I haven't had to change it since coming back from the Vineyard. I has good mojo. 

     And in bunker news the Menhaden Defenders blasted out that the bunker boats coupled with their spotter plans are back again this year. Bunker = Bass, and whales, and birds, and just about everything. Bunker, menhaden, ponies, whatever you call them, have more value swimming in the ocean than ground up for pet food or for your supplements. You want them, catch them yourself, put them on the barbie, and you and Fido can all the nutritional value you want from them. Enjoy. 

       In the top image you can see the the five Omega Protein ships making their way north and below the flight path of the spotter plane which took off from Wall Executive Airport and went looking for large schools of bunker. He then lets the boats know and the netting begins. 

06.23.25 Daddy did good...

     Since it's a fly fishing blog I'll start off with that but the title doesn't have anything to do with fly fishing. It's been seven days of hell. The minute Theresa and Lauren left I got to work doing a project around the house that is way past due. Yesterday was my last day to get it done but I took a little time in the morning to go fishing. It's deep into June and we still have good, at least for me, striped bass around. I know people say they're always here but I'm not into fishing for them when the temps are up and the river water smells like summer. 

     I know I'm a "Keep em' wet" guy but I just needed the above one to hold his breath for a second so I could get a different look. The tanks cool, and this one still got a shot in it for a little rehab before going back on his merry way. The cool thing the above fish was in a foot and half of moving water and blew up on the fly as I retrieved it in skittering along the top. 

     I had some fun with a bunch before the water drained and they were gone to better holding water. Again, while I'm tempted to drive east for some ocean fish, why leave home?

     And then there's an update from my buddy Abe who took over possession of the SS Archer. He and his buds purchased it from me while I was up on the Vineyard. On his maiden voyage 

he saw 50 fish and had one follow. That's pretty dam cool. He decided to remove the wheels as he doesn't need them. He will make more adjustments to it I'm sure. But the cool thing, and this is why I bought it, just look above, and figure out where one would be with the ladder set up? This gives a fly angler so many more sight fishing options just outside of the point of ladder view. And Abe, please shoot some pics horizontally, it's better for the blog!

     And one more update. While I was away Joe Cordiero had given a talk at Kismet Outfitters in Edgartown which included a display and demonstartion of Old Mariner Fly reels, HERE. 

When we were at the house a day later he wanted to give me a private tour of the line. And the best part, he and the designer and owner Paul Conover wanted to put one in my hand. Well it arrived. I was hoping to have it before Thursday so I could have the boys 

over at Orvis Princeton spin on some backing for me. I'll just have to take a trip over and have them do just that. And Theresa won't mind as she just adores Andrew Hamilton. Creeper....

     I'll go into more about the reel after I put it to use. What I can tell you they come from the mind of a guy with great experience, from Fin-Nor, to Old Florida Fly Reels, to now Old Mariner. And mine is a work of art and very easy on the eyes. It will looked great paired with my Orvis Helios 9 ft. 10 wt. 

     And now why the title of this blog is "Daddy did good....". We bought a 100 year old house. If you know then you know. Ever see the movie The Money Pit? Well this is it, but boy is she beautiful. 5,000 square feet of just craftsmanship. The problem is that was 100 years ago and just about everything has to be redone. We, well I, have tried my best, but there's a ton more to do. 

      Recently Theresa made the comment that she was embarrassed to have people over, and she was right. I have to do better. We have been living in old, and cruddy, and in half completed projects in or about for eight years. It's time for Daddy to stop fishing and get my This Old House belt on and get to work. 

     So the minute they left for the week I went to work. Outside of Father's Day, and then a day after Father's Day dinner with Sean and Erin I worked 10 hours plus per day. And I have to give

a shot out to them both for a great treat. I told them I must be getting old as they drove and picked up the bill. Well Sean's 27 and Erin will turn 20 in a few weeks. Where does the time go? 

     So what did I have to do? Well first was tear up the old asbestos squares on the floor. These were put on with some military or NASA grade designed adhesive. Then it was trying to patch up the hole we've had in the ceiling for about three years. The problem was its plaster over metal lathe. Try matching that up. Then it was skim coating all the walls. The floor molding had those plastic curbs over the wood, again with the same adhesive. Then the best part. Having to thin set the Durock 1/4 concrete flooring down in which the new tile floor will sit on. Do you know how hard all that shit is? 

 

     So I did this... all alone. Up and down more times than I could count. I hit my head. I pinched my fingers. I breathed in more asbestos and spackle dust than my already damaged lungs needed. I did it without power or water for two and half days. You know what, "Daddy did good...." 

     I picked up a carpet at a yard sale for three bucks and made it look as homey as possible. I topped it off with a heart ballon to surprise her when she walks through the door. All that hard work, she deserves it. Now, if I don't get the reaction I'm expecting, I'm leaving her. Just kidding. Now the thing is to finish it. While I have a lot of mojo going on right now, and feel kinda DIY invincible, tiling this floor by my lonesome may be above my pay grade. I'm thinking of getting someone in to do when we head to Ireland in a little over a month from now. After three years, well we moved in in 2018, what's another month. But I can tell you this, Daddy went fishing this morning 'cause he did good.