Jan 31

Ice Fishing Hot Spots

Ice Fishing Hot Spots In Canada.

This is the place where we are going to talk ice fishing. The following information will inform you of the top 20 Ice fishing destinations in Canada. Let’s start from British Columbia and work our way east.

Irish Lake: This lake is located 25 Kilometers southeast of 100 mile house, this lake features fantastic Rainbow Trout fishing from the months of mid-November through to late April. To get here turn east off of highway 97 onto highway 24 and then drive about 17 Kilometers to the community of Lone Butte. Irish Lake is about three Kilometers past this town site. This lake is fairly small and is only approximately 70 acres in total size. This lake is aerated so be cautious as the ice can be thin.

There are averages of five pound Rainbow Trout that occupy this lake with some smaller fish to be expected as well. Some methods of fishing that work here are a single snelled hook baited with a worm; a fly tipped with a maggot or not, flies such as The Royal Coachman or Leech imitation will work here. Jig slow or fast depending on the temperature.

Jan 28

Fishing Etiquette

In this post I would like to discuss fishing etiquette while out on your local body of water. I usually go to places on my local river where there is low fishing pressure and usually do not see another human being, and I kind of like it that way. I don’t know about you but when I leave the city I like to escape. That’s the point of leaving, then it’s just you and the fish; man verses nature if you will. The rivers are seeing more people these days as it looks like there are more people trying to escape the busyness of everyday life. That’s ok with me as fishing is not only fun it is relaxing as well. Here is the problem, when you see another fisherman catching fish respect his area and do not crowd him. This is my biggest pet peeve when I am on the river trying to escape. I am fishing and now someone else is on my back casting into the water I have already claimed. Lucky i’m not a hunter! Please have respect for your fellow fisherman/women and give them the distance they require. Like the old saying goes, do unto others as you would have done to you. I give my fellow fisherman enough room to cast and do his thing as he was there first and should be able to enjoy his day. So please show some respect and keep our sport fun for everyone who partakes.

Jan 26

Fishing Trips- Bow River

A Brown On The Bow

The alarm goes off and I jump out of bed. It’s time to go fishing again, my friends. I can’t wait. I turn off the alarm and hear that glorious morning sound of birds chirping. I wipe the cob webs from my eyes. My heart begins to race in anticipation of the day ahead.

As I step out of my car at the Bow River, I flush a gold-breasted pheasant. It flies desperately for cover and I smile. nothing for you to worry about, I tell the bird. I’m here for the fish.

I lean over my tackle box to tie up my first choice, a shiny gold Minnow Spinner. It’s so bright in the sun that it causes me to squint. I look up into the sky. It’s close to eight o’clock now. I’m eager to get on with the fishing, as the days are short in the winter time.

The water is clear blue, almost ice blue, yet I am alone. There is no one around but me and some large brown trout swimming over the rocks. I cast my selection slightly upstream and allow it to seek as it swings down with the current. Anticipation of that first fish is almost unbearable at this point.

I look up to the crystal sky, blue against the backdrop of Canadian Rockies. I am happy that I’m a fisherman and have this great escape in my life free from the fast-paced hustle of city life.

Carefully, I work my offering to tantalize the big brown I imagine lying in wait underneath the surface.

As the lure tumbles over the bottom of the Bow, I cannot help but think this is where I am meant to be. Slowly I retrieve spinner all the way back to shore and there is no trout on the end of the line.

I shrug and cast again. The spinner drops into the water, swings, takes up motion and WHAM, I’m fast into a monster brown. The line screams out of my reel and I might have lost him, but my Berkley XT monofilament is stronger than him. He bulldogs his way to the middle of the river, but I hold him.

Just as I think he’s going to come in, he turns to ride the current downstream. My rod bends sharply to his effort, but I won’t give in. Slowly I gain the upper hand. The fight is honest and pure and equal for a time, and then he comes to the bank and is mine.

This guy was one tough customer. I kneel down beside him in the flowing water to administer some first aid to my new friend. I ask for the forceps but there’s no nurse around. He’s not a very good patient and won’t lie still; but I gently work the hook from his mouth.

He’s not the one in the photograph. I released back without a picture. But he was just like the one you see. Yes, I was meant to be there. Oh, the fun of it! There’s nothing in the entire world like trout fishing on the Bow.

This post was edited by Dwayne P. of Idaho. U.S.A. See his website at http://www.talesoffish.blogspot.com/