The rebirth of an Icon

About 18 months ago I had placed an ad on an online UK fishing website looking to purchase an Adcock Stanton Centrepin reel. The approach proved to be successful and resulted in the acquisition of two mint reels from two separate sources. A great deal of time had passed since the purchase of these reels when an email arrived in my inbox from the UK. The email simply asked if I was still looking for an Adcock Stanton centrepin reel. Having become somewhat of an amateur collector of pins in the past couple of years and a big fan of the Stantons I naturally replied "yes". The next response proved to be interesting and captured my full attention. The email read "Hi I'm going to see Cliff Adcock tomorrow and could ask him if he will make one for you. What size do you want 4inch 4.5 or 5 inch black or natural aluminium finish. He has given up making them but just might do a one off. Email me at......" Unknowingly, this email was to lead me on a journey, and provide me with an opportunity to be a part of something truly special. Simply put the rebirth of an Icon.
The Adcock Stanton Centrepin reel was the mainstay of it's time and truly the workhorse of the early Great Lakes Float Fishing community. Many a Great Lakes Steelheader cut their teeth on the Stanton pins (myself included) and the majority of these reels are still running strong and proud today. From 1984 to as late as 2004 Cliff Adcock hand produced his version of the Stanton Reel in his home shop in Nottingham England. Cliff hand assembled every reel with the care and precision of an old world craftsman. This dedication and attention to detail has often fallen to the wayside in modern times but has now seen it's resurgence with the new Adcock Stanton.
I am pleased to announce the Adcock Stanton Centrepin Reel will once again be offered to the Great Lakes Steelheading community. I am as equally proud to have had the opportunity to offer input to some of the many enhancements made to this classic reel. I can honestly say the gentlemen bringing this reel back from retirement have spared no expense to offer top notch second to none quality and craftsmanship.

AT this time I am currently awaiting my reels for field trials. To register your interest and get notification on launch please proceed to the following link
www.adcockstanton.com

Summer

The distractions of Summer have once again managed to devour all of my spare time and energy.
Between family life, the "Northern Retreat" road trips, and work (grumble grumble grumble) I have managed to keep overwhelmingly busy.
Nice to see the site meter hit 10000 and that I have not lost all of my dedicated visitors.
Looking forward to this fall with some cool announcements and new adventures.
Hang in there fella's...Chromer's will be in our rivers before we know it.

2 days, 2 States, 1461km's, and Chrome

With the Spring fishery swinging into high gear, and a burning desire to fish, another road trip was in order. With substantial high water conditions this spring reported on the south shore of Erie and the timing of the big drop coinciding with our dates we determined there was an opportunity to visit Ohio and put up some big numbers. At the same time MI reports were very favourable and the big melt had occurred with a similar drop in process. My Heart was telling me MI was calling but the lure of the DisneyLand fishery was too much to dismiss and our sights were set on the Buckeye State...

The initial plans were for OMN, HArv, and myself to spend two days chasing chromers somewhere in the Great Lakes Region but, in it's typical fashion, Life interjected and Gene had to bow out at the last minute. Bound and determined to not let this ruin our trip we proceeded as any sane, rational, steelheaders would do.
HArv had prior contact with Domenic Federico from Infinity Rod Creations and arranged to meet up with him at a "secret" spot on the Chagrin. Arriving in the greater Cleveland area we were pleasantly surprised to find the river was in mint condition with little to no angling pressure. After a quick meet and greet river bank style with Dom and his buddy Randy we were into our first drifts. I was looking forward to fishing the new Rainshadow and eager to put her through the paces on some OHIO Chrome. About 4 drifts into the morning the new stick was officially christened and the day looked like it had the makings of something special. Well as fate would have it we struggled for the next hour. Having travelled all that way we wanted to give the Chagrin a fair shake and ventured up river to another suggested piece of water. Once again the conditions looked promising and we hiked up river to find some solitude and willing players. We did manage to find a little of both but once again struggled and only turned a few fish. By now I was beginning to get that feeling and the weather was far from my liking pushing 70 F and full sun. The new Rainshadow had now seen a few fish and was looking promising although I have really taken fondly to my 15' Frontiers the past 7 months and found the initial transition very alarming. There really is no comparison between the two so the transition feels somewhat offside and one gets the initial impression of being underpowered. The rod really doesn't show it's potential until it's fully loaded up well into the curve. Understanding this I am reserving my full judgement until I have 20 or so fish behind it. On our way back to the access point we struck up a conversation with a fellow piscator whom informed us of fair success he had earlier in the morning at a certain location. Once again we opted to give the Chagrin a fair shake and headed up river thinking the majority of fish pushed way up with the big water. We arrived in a very scenic part of the Metro Parks more to our liking. Once again we struggled with the full sun conditions, 70F temps, and very pressured fish. We were approaching 3pm and had to make a call. Being faced with the proposition of staying in a major metropolitan area at a major Motel chain and the reality of another day of urban steelheading with less than anticipated action Michigan was calling us more than ever before.


We decided to cut our losses and make the long trek Northwest. Tom Tom indicated that we had a 7 hr road trip ahead of us that would put us in our accommodation in Baldwin at 10pm. That would put our road tally over 1000km for Tuesday but I was more than happy to put the miles behind us at another opportunity on the West side. As luck would have it the journey was uneventful and we made great time. After stopping for a Border run and few corns we still managed to arrive at the Outdoor Inn for 9:30. We were quick to unpack and settle in. On the drive there we discussed our options in full detail and decided on the Big Manistee. With this in mind HArv decided to break out the IM9 for the larger water. This got me thinking...I had my ass handed to me last spring with numerous chromers on that river with the 15' Frontier...with the big water from the melt and the prospect of 2-3" of precipitation that night I did not want to risk a day being under gunned with the new Rainshadow so I rerigged as well. After a few cold beers and some TV we crashed hard. The next time I saw consciousness was 4:30am when I was awoken by the wind howling through the trees and the sound of rain. It had started raining reasonable hard about 10:30 the night prior so I figured we had received a fair amount. It was not long after the alarm beckoned. The Outdoor Inn in Baldwin is a very fine establishment and for $60 a night it is very clean, has beds from heaven, recently renovated rooms and the best in room coffee I have ever had. We were well rested and ready to hit the road. After a few cups of Joe the car was packed and we were on our way. The ride from Baldwin to Wellston is a fairly straight shot up M37 to M55 where you head West. At the M37 and M55 Junction there is a 24hr gas station/Market store with gourmet coffee and fresh baked goods. We need to gas up for the ride home so we stopped in. During refueling the wind was fairly substantial and we begin to get concerned about the day. At one time I suggested cutting our losses and doubling back to fish the White where we could afford some cover back in the bush but we were practically on the river and decided to tough it out. We arrived in Wellston at 6:30 in need of MI licenses. To our surprise one of the local tackle shops was open and we stopped in and were greeted by two friendly fellows who quickly hooked us up. They also were quick to comment that the main run hit the river the day prior and the fishing had finally turned on. A sense of jubilation ran through my body as if I had finally arrived. We thanked the guys and headed to the access spot at Tippy. After gearing up we started the long trek down the stairs and could see the river through the trees. An initial chill ran down my spine as it looked to be somewhat off colour. Actually looked very chalky and I had never seen this river anything but gin clear. Upon arriving to the river we were pleasantly surprised to witness 18-24" of Visibility. The river was rockin and she was Prime. However, there was an alarming amount of people fishing below the coffer on both sides of the river and it was Wednesday. Does anybody work anymore???? We slid in tight below the coffer and and started to make a few drifts. We were quick to notice fish were being hooked literally everywhere. At any given time there was a fish being fought on either side of the river and they were all large chrome hot fish. Shortly after Steve hooks and lands a nice shaker and was ready for a day to remember. Not long after that I hit a nice coloured up lady pushing 6 or 7. I decided to slide down a few hundred yards and fish below the masses while HArv stayed put. On my way down I noticed an alarming number of stringers tied to shore with some of the largest and prettiest Steelies I had ever seen affixed to them. It was quickly apparent that not alot of fish swim again once being hooked in MI. I also got the impression that the river was polluted with Steelhead. Literally thousands of them and we were in for a day that would not long be forgotten.Well shortly after HArv and I decided we would put some leg work in and see if we could get away from the Dam scene and find a little elbow room. We stopped at one of the wooden stair river access platforms and dropped into the river where it all then began. From that point on we hooked multiple steelhead. HArv landed multiple steelhead while I managed to once again have my ass handed to me by some of the largest chrome steelies I have had the pleasure to tangle with. But not before some epic battles ;o). Oh, and I did also managed to put a few beauties on the bank but it is those monsters lost that I will always remember.

The Manistee is an incredible river and when timed right can be the happiest place on earth. I have never made a trip there that I have not enjoyed and this trip has got to be one of my most enjoyable. In typical closing fashion...I cannot wait to return to the fabled west side. Aside from the Shire there is no place I'd rather fish.


2 days, 2 States, 1461km's, and Chrome - the link to the journey

It's done and ready...

After a countless emails and a few late nights my first build is complete. I must say I am more than happy with the end result. For starting out with a low key simple build in mind I managed to bling it up a little for the final product. Not too flashy but I think it has a nice clean classy look to it. Learned a tonne on this build that will be put to good use in the future. Had a lot of input from good friends and I thank them for that! I Look forward to putting her through the paces in the coming weeks. Now I just hope she doesn't blow up on the first hot chromer.












specs:

Rainshadow 1562F
Fuji concept SIC's with smoke grey finish
Smoke Grey Batson A8 Aluminum Skeleton reel seat
9" fore grip with burnt and burl cork accents
8" aft grip with burnt and burl cork accents and butt
Metallic Copper thread wraps
Solid copper winding check
Solid copper Butt Accent
Guide sizing 20-16-12-10-8-7-7-7-7-7

When is enough, enough?

The 3 a.m. alarm tone came far too early this morning. After showering and loading up the gear I headed for the boarder to cross over into Michigan. This morning the border crossing agents seemed to question my intentions as if to tell me enough is enough. Well...at least I took it that way. While driving across the state I began to second guess my decision to fish today. I was only 1/2 in the game and would normally be pumped about what lied ahead. I began to speculate...Am I pushing myself too hard? Am I chasing after my passion too much? Have I become Obsessive Compulsive? A freak? LOL... I know some would be quick to answer yes to all those questions. But seriously...Today my head was not 100% in the game and it made me second guess why I was there. Perhaps it was feelings of guilt for skipping out on a meeting? Hopefully Norlands funk isn't contagious.

Arriving for first light I decided to make the best of the outing and give it a fair shake. The river was in mint condition with a slightly elevated flow from the previous days melt water. I really didn't expect a push of new fish and figured it was going to be spotty at best. In my favour was the fact that the river was mine. Not a sole in sight. If for nothing more than the solitude perhaps I would put my ill feelings to bed. Today I stretched my legs and managed to find some new water and once again came to the realization that Western MI truly is a beautiful place.

The Return to the West Side Part II

Enough can not be said about living within 5 hours proximity to true world class steelheading opportunities. From the Disney Land opportunities of NY, PA and OH to the pristine pure waters of Michigan and Ontario there is always an opportunity to to pursue our passion.
It is no secret that as of late my favorite destination has been the West side of MI. With the south shore tribs of Erie blown out it made the decision very obvious.
Gene, Steve, and myself made the trek across the state early Thursday morning. The destination was Wellston and the Manistee for some big water action. We had decent success the week prior and figured it would only be better. A deep damp cold had set across the region and the morning was reminiscent of those late December outings. The parking lot was rather full for a Thursday morning which led us to believe there may have been another push of fish come up the river. Early in the morning I had my long overdue incident and came down hard on my tail bone on a large boulder. Kinda reminded me that a focus on river safety really is important when your on the road. Luckily for me I came down even and escaped with minor soreness. After the first hour we realized the going was gonna be tough. The river was stingy and not willing to give up a fish for us. A few hours into the morning Steve managed to find a nice long Manistee up towards the Coffer an put himself on the board. Steve and Gene also both managed a couple of 18" Browns. I managed a few resident Rainbows and smaller browns but no Steelies. It was not looking very promising for the two day trip so we decided to regroup and hit the highway. After a brief discussion of our options in the car the boys decided that we could finish off Thursday on the PM and hit the White on Friday. I could tell Gene and Steve both wanted to visit the White and for good reason. That little river is a gem.
On the way out of Wellston we hit the mini mart for some refreshments and continued to head south on M37 towards Baldwin. The road back to the Sulak access point was questionable to say the least but the old green machiene got us back there without incident. The PM is a pretty river. One could go as far to describe it as stunning but for some reason she avoids offering up a steelie for us. Gene summed it up best when he said it doesn't matter if we catch fish there it is always still worth the visit. The drive back from Sulak to Baldwin takes you through some very scenic MI country side. A mixture of National Forest Lands and Agricultural charm. It wasn't long from the side road turn off when we spotted a field full of deer. A quick count revealed at least 40 and the adjoining field had another 30 anyways. The state is literally overrun with deer and it is nice to see such healthy populations. They were all very healthy looking and survived the winter fine.
Arriving back in Baldwin we decided to stay the night there and make the 1 hr drive to Hesperia in the morning. There is no shortage of accommodations in Baldwin. The town caters to the fisherman with numerous fly shops and a prolific fishing theme in the local business' signage and advertising. We chose to stay at the Outdoor Inn. Having 3 in our party we were very happy to find a room with 3 beds. For $75 a night the accommodations were very supurb. The beds were extremely comfortable and the bathroom very clean and modern. The room was so comfortable I hit the snooze no less than 10 times and G disabled the alarm after that. Being pretty much exhausted from Thursday we slept 10 hrs and awoke late. Nobody seemed to mind as the rest was well needed. 8am Friday morning put us once again on the road through the MI country side. Tom Tom wanted to take us through the sticks and I was all for it. I love the back road scenery and we saw some pretty interesting sights and wildlife. We arrived in at our access point on the White to realize Genes breathables and wading boots were frozen solid in the trunk. We had to fire up the car and thaw them out. Gene told us to carry on and he would meet us down there. The river was running a litte high with a nice slight tinge to her. There was nobody in sight and we fished some pretty promising runs and holes that I was familiar with from my first trip there last April. With no luck in the first hour I informed Steve about this nice deep bend up river. We made the hike and river crossing to arrive at a vacant pool. A few drifts in and I located a nice White river chrome hen in the slack inside pocket of the bend. A few pics and she was on her way. We decided to double back and hit a larger bend pool I was aware of down river. On our way we met up with Gene and he informed us he had fished that pool and managed a nice fish in the tail out. We all made the trek down river to try our hand again and explore some new water further down. Steve hooked up fishing some nasty lumber and landed a very nice White river buck. This fish was a bonus. All three of us managed fish. I was very happy that Steve and Gene landed fish on this river as I knew they would be hooked for certain. Further down stream we made a river crossing to investigate another large bend. The run looked very promising and Gene fished the tail out and I had the top end. Steve ventured down river to the next opportunity. We fished this run hard for 10 mins or so when my float disappeared. I set up on a very hot fish. This fish was all over this pool and on fire. I managed to keep it in the run but when the fish started pulsing up river I new it was something special. In the past when I have experienced this the fish proved to be large. When I did get the first flash of chrome my suspicions were confirmed. It was a large long chrome Hen. My heart was pounding as I have longed for one of these fabled MI giants. I see the pics of them on all the guides websites I frequent buy have yet to tangle with one myself. The White is a smaller river that is heavily wooded with prolific overgrowth so you can imagine the challenge with a 15' Frontier and trying to beach a giant with essentially no beach. Thank God Gene was there to assist and once again handled the fish perfectly when put in front of him. This fish was magnificent to say the least. Quite possibly the largest steelhead I have caught to date and definitely one of my most memorable.
We took many pics and handled her with care as she was ready to do her business.
After admiring her beauty and the pics captured she bolted back into the blackness of the White with nothing more than a bruised ego. Fish like that are few and far between and once again I shared one of my best steelheading memories with my good friend G. This fish made my trip. It went from spectacular to stellar in a heartbeat. The White River is a magnificent place and I cannot wait to explore her in more depth in the coming weeks.
Our departure time was quickly upon us and we needed to hit the road as Gene had a 6pm deadline and we had a 4.5-5hr drive ahead of us. On the way home we reminisced about the trip and the experience. On the edge of Grand Rapids we drove into a Spring snowfall which turned out to be a storm. The roads went from great to horrific with over 20 accidents witnessed in a 60 km stretch. At one point in time it took us over two hours to travel 5 kms. The 5 hr drive home turned into 8hrs. The Radio Station reported numerous accidents across the region and no end in sight until 11pm that evening. We managed to work our way out of the mess and arrive home safely. If I had to do it all again I'd do it in a minute. Great company, great scenery, great rivers, and great fish. Western MI continues to captivate and call.

Another Day Closer

Well after heading to the gym last night I didn't have much ambition to work on the project when I got home. Tonight was a different story. I had a pleasant surprise dropped off on my desk late in the afternoon. The copper winding check turned out better than I had hoped. After minor honing I installed it and epoxied it into place. With this piece of the puzzle complete I thought tonight was as good a time as any to break out the thread and spin up the hook keep and bottom two guides. So far I am pleasantly surprised with the results. I think I'll spin up the rest of the guides and make sure I'm happy with the colour before I epoxy.

Stay tuned...

What have I gotten myself into?

For the last 3 years I have been talking about taking on a rod build project. Each year I would muster up the ambition to make the announcement that "this would be the year". Then a distraction would surface and my build ambition would quickly dwindle into nothingness. This year was almost no different. I made the proclamation and then did indeed get distracted. Distracted for the entire winter until the last month or so when on a whim I ordered my build components. I actually begun to get excited about the whole concept and process. After an unexpected delay in shipping I finally received my order. While laying all the components on the bench I begin to wonder what I had gotten myself into. Not one to give up I dug deep and mustered up the ambition to start. I thought it would be a good idea to journal the entire build here.

Initial thoughts were to keep the build fairly low key. For this build I ordered a Batson Rainshadow 1562F. For the handle I ordered a St Croix sliding ring handle kit with the idea that I would have enough cork in the two sections to pretty much lay out any configuration I landed on. I ordered a smoke grey finish aluminum A8 Skeleton reel seat also for simplicity sake.
Prior to starting I thought it would be nice to have a darker cork butt cap. After a generous donation from a friend I had enough burnt, and burl rings to put something interesting together.

I started the build by laminating the cork ring sections. Some lamination's were for handle accents and another for the butt cap. This process proved to be a little messy. For this I used C-clamps to put compression on the rings to achieve nice tight joint lines. Next I laid out the handle configuration and decided where I needed to cut the St Croix handle sections. The cutting process was done using the drill press and a razor blade.
Next the burnt cork handle accents needed to be laminated to the main handle sections. For this process I made some jigs out of 1/4" threaded rod, stainless washers and nuts. After drying overnight the handle sections and butt cap were ready to be shaped. For this process the drill press and abrasives were utilized. After the sections were shaped it was time to ream out the handle sections. In order to speed up the reaming process the bulk of the cork was removed carefully using my cordless drill and aircraft drills progressively increasing in size until the hand reamer was used for the finish bore. Once reamed the handle section was dry fit and any adjustments were made. The butt cap was then fit to the handle. The handle was now ready to be epoxied to the blank. Prior to permanently affixing the handle and seat assembly the blank needed to be spined and identified with a china marker so the seat was permanently affixed in the proper orientation. The handle sections were also marked with a china marker for ease of alignment once the epoxying process commenced. The aft handle section was epoxied first then the reel seat. The reel seat section needed to be built up as the ID of the aluminum reel seat is not tapered and much larger than the OD of the blank. To do this I used masking tape and built up 4 separated spots that would support the seat while the epoxy set. Then the foregrip was epoxied and tension put on the sections so the joint lines were tight and uniform. The winding check I had ordered was not the proper ID so I am in the process of getting the Machinists at work to turn me a copper one to match the copper thread wraps I have chosen. The guides where laid out and identified with a white china marker on the blank.
Once I get the winding check I will be able to proceed with the build. Please stay tuned as I will be updating the Blog as it progresses.