Walk,walk,walk. I walked more than 5 kilometers today just to get to the area I wanted to fish.
My destination was the junction where the Passaic River meets the Peckman River.
Even here both rivers were low on water, so low I could walk out on a sand bar and fish.
I decided that I would not fish for carp today. I wanted to see if I could hook a few smallmouth bass.
I had fished a small black clouser earlier and caught my first smallie from the Passaic River.
My first cast was from the east end of the sandbar. I spooked several carp that were feeding in the shade.
hand strip the line in to me. Most of my fly line was stretched out across the river, so it took
awhile and I didn't want to risk trying to put the fish on the reel.
I thought I'll make another cast to that area to see if there are more perch. Made another Belgium cast
began to strip line and bam! This time it was a smallie.
I made about a dozen more "last cast" before calling it a night. I lost two fish, one was really big.
Another smallmouth got almost to the shore before making an early exit. A sunfish attacked my clouser
two meters from shore. He really whacked the fly. The final fish was another panfish.
During the bite I saw more than 6 carp come into the shallows to eat and cruise. I stayed the course
and did not re rig for carp. This is without counting the three or four carp I spooked initially.
More deer tracks
The trough I fished looked deep enough for pike but I was not equipped to fish for them, today.
Time to go, almost dark I had a great time fishing. I caught fish and learned more about fishing a river.
Last fish of the day, taken on the same small clouser.