Saturday, December 10, 2011
-10 on the Jig
It was family weekend at the cottage and I couldn't wait to spend some time with the Girls. We arrived at a reasonable hour Friday night and quickly put flame to the new woodstove. It certainly is nice knowing the dollar meter isn't rapidly spinning out of control every time the propane forced air furnace fires up. And honestly...there is no comparison to wood fired heating. We settled in for a warm night of liesure.
My wife had plans of Christmas baking with the girls on Saturday. I was anxious to get the Hyde back out on the upper river but the biting cold evening air had me second guessing my morning plans.
I chose to start with a black and orange jig with a woolen body. After getting my jig saturated with water and the marabou pulsing I chose my line and made the first cast.
I was disappointed to learn the float reel had frozen solid on the descent down the stairs to the river. The previous weekends outings were under substantial rainfall and the gear had been soaked. It had been quite a while since I had to contend with a frozen reel so it took me a while to rid the gear of the ice buildup. Three or four casts later hand me shuffling down river about 10 yards and picking a line further into the river in a fast shoot coming off of the coffer. The second pass on this line and my float dropped. Instinct had me set up to a monster of a fish.
With plenty of water to traverse I continued to work my way down river and around the bend. The water level of the river had dropped a good 6-8" from the previous weekend and I was struggling to find some more willing players. I worked my way down to my lower travel limit with only a chunky brown to show for the efforts before turning around and making the hike back up.
Arriving back to the coffer I had another hour of daylight left and decided to tie on a black body with red inner accent marabou jig. This colour combination has been one of my goto options when running the jig back on the Ontario flows. Today proved to be no different. Over the course of 30 mins I hit another stellar buck, a big hen and lost another fish on a straightened hook. The takes were ferocious and the fish were all large specimins in full winter dress.
The river was lonely and the fishing was outstanding. The ends do justify the means and I found my once cold aching body rejuvenated and warm from the adrenaline rush of giant fish. The quality of fish never cease to amaze me and the sense of new found appreciation I have for these MI flows every time I visit them seems to have no end. Each and every encounter we have with these fish is a gift and I cherish each as such. I am a blessed man. As I made the asscent from the river basin I couldn't wait to get back and tell the girls of my outstanding afternoon.