As many of you know, I am always looking for new fishing areas, particularly remote areas. Today I got my gear and headed out on the motorcycle to visit a long lost bog that has surprisingly eluded me all these years. I knew it was there, as it is very close to one of my favorite holes, but I always figured the water levels were too slight to support much, without having ever seen it.
Well, looking at the birds eye, it occured to me that I must have underestimated this ancient bog. So that is were I went today.
The only route to this bog was across an overgrown land bridge long since abandoned by all but a few deer. And it appeared even the deer were using this path infrequently. After wrestling through chest high brush I came to the old weir. Here is what I saw:
I got excited. The lilly pads, lack of sphagnum and slow gentle flow of the water were good indications. Here is another view:
I got eight pickerel in about 20 min to a 1/2 hour. All looked reasonably healthy, good size and very hungry. They were not the most aggressive fighters for some reason. Sometimes that is a sign of warm water temps.
You can see my boot for comparison. Keep in mind, I have very large feet.
Another;
I will have to manage the kayak to this location to access the points out of reach of my casts. There are some big ones waiting in there.
Moving on, I went to more familar ground. This channel/creek is what was once the deep trench they dug around the inner perimeter of an old bog. The bog was left dry and eventually became overgrown. The channel had a small amount of water in it but about six years ago some beaver dammed it up and created some habitat for pickerel. So, I don't want to hear any more beaver bashing you Webbs mill beaver haters.
Anyway, the damn is actually a little upstream of this shot. The water was as black as oil but with a little persistance yielded a couple strong fighing fish. Here is one:
A parting shot.
Jeff
Well, looking at the birds eye, it occured to me that I must have underestimated this ancient bog. So that is were I went today.
The only route to this bog was across an overgrown land bridge long since abandoned by all but a few deer. And it appeared even the deer were using this path infrequently. After wrestling through chest high brush I came to the old weir. Here is what I saw:
I got excited. The lilly pads, lack of sphagnum and slow gentle flow of the water were good indications. Here is another view:
I got eight pickerel in about 20 min to a 1/2 hour. All looked reasonably healthy, good size and very hungry. They were not the most aggressive fighters for some reason. Sometimes that is a sign of warm water temps.
You can see my boot for comparison. Keep in mind, I have very large feet.
Another;
I will have to manage the kayak to this location to access the points out of reach of my casts. There are some big ones waiting in there.
Moving on, I went to more familar ground. This channel/creek is what was once the deep trench they dug around the inner perimeter of an old bog. The bog was left dry and eventually became overgrown. The channel had a small amount of water in it but about six years ago some beaver dammed it up and created some habitat for pickerel. So, I don't want to hear any more beaver bashing you Webbs mill beaver haters.
Anyway, the damn is actually a little upstream of this shot. The water was as black as oil but with a little persistance yielded a couple strong fighing fish. Here is one:
A parting shot.
Jeff