I think one of the best things that can happen to a guy/girl is when he has a hunch and he is right. I am speaking about those funny feelings you get about where the fish are. Some call them hunches, some call them gut feelings, some call them intuition and some people call it plain luck. Today we went out to find the big trout and we were successful once again. We headed south of the city in search of the elusive Brown Trout. As we pulled up to the hole Todd says “OH yeah, this is the spot”. I agreed and then we started to go to town.

I tied up the Minnow Spinner and fired it almost all the way across the river. Three or four casts later I hook into a nice sized Brown Trout, just what we were looking for. I release him and carry on with my assault. A short while later another fish absolutely hammers my lure, to be honest I thought I had a snag, oh no; a big fat Brown Trout is what I had. Then I moved a little upstream and the third Brown of the day is on the end of my Minnow Spinner. Notice here how he just smashed that thing. Then Todd borrows one of my Minnow Spinners and makes a few casts, we already know what they want, you guessed it the Minnow Spinner. The next thing you know Todd’s fishing rod is bent over and he looks over and says to me “its a monster”. We pull the big fat Brown out, snap a few photo’s, and back in the river he goes to be caught another day.

Have a look at this fat boy. I caught one more fish in that hole and we decided to move into our other honey hole. I switched hooks and headed for a nice long walk to our other hole. We arrive in the hole and Todd goes right to work at the top of the pool so I take the bottom of the pool with no luck at first. Todd hollers, “fish on” and reels a nice Rainbow to shore. Todd has been fishing like a pro lately which is great to see. I of course cannot be out done so I switch to a Rooster Tail spinner and fire away. I’m sure glad I tied on the white spinner because I was rewarded with a 30 inch massive Brown. I cannot believe the size of fish that are in this river system. I truly believe we are spoiled rotten in this city. I love fishing this river. I always say that working has ruined many a good fisherman. We will be back out scouting tomorrow for the big lunkers. I think were going out of the city limits to another deep hole. I will keep you up to date.

Hello to all of the fishing guys and gals. It’s been warm and sunny this past week here in Alberta which gave me a chance to go and do some trout fishing on the Bow River. Today’s high was nine degrees or so which is nice weather here for December. I walked up the river quite a Way’s to a deeper hole on the weekend to find a large school of humongous trout on a feeding frenzy. We were throwing out all sorts of tackle and pulling out some of the Bow Rivers largest trout. I was using the Minnow Spinner for awhile and bagged some fat Rainbow’s. I was also using the Berkley Frenzy and the Brown’s were hammering on that as well.

Even when I’m doing well with one particular type of lure, I still like to switch once in awhile to mix it up. After all, I like to eat something different and I think the trout do also. Todd and I did very well today; my last fish was a 25 inch Rainbow. Todd pulled out some massive Browns today with his best fish measuring 27 inches. This fish was an absolute monster, it would be safe to say it was ten pounds or more, see the picture here. We are going to get in the dingy this weekend and pull in on an island and get out and fish. These are the things a guide must do to find out where he can bring his customers.
When I pay for a guide I would expect that this person at least knows where the fish are. After that the rest is up to me, the guide cannot force the fish to bite my hook; but he can give me the hook that is working at that time of the season. I like to go to as many places as I can to find the fish because when I do it’s all gravy after that. I wish you all the best on your next trip. Happy hunting. 

This is the time of year that I never seem to enjoy very much. The only fishing a guy can do is from the shore or sitting over a hole in the ice somewhere cold. Ice fishing is just not for me, this type of fishing is summed up with one word; boring. I love the summer months when a guy can get in his dingy and go fishing all day long. I gave up skiing some time ago so there’s not much to do in the winter outside for me. I’ve decided to go fishing tomorrow with the afternoon high being only minus four degrees Celsius. That is not so bad to go fishing, so off to the Bow River I go to see what kind of monster trout will be hungry for my snacks.

I’ll meet up with the newfie and I’ll probably take him to school as usual. Hopefully the big trout will co-operate and we will get some excellent pictures once again. I have a hunch the big fish moved to the south west side of the river. When I get a hunch it’s usually a good thing! Anyhow, enough jibber jabber from me, it’s time to put my money where my mouth is. I’ll keep you all updated. Oh yes I almost forgot, I’ll have some fun while I’m at it.