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Thompson Lake, Maine

Sunrise over Thompson Lake, Maine

When I moved to Maine, I wanted to start pursuing lake trout. Even though I grew up in Northern Ontario, lake trout were a fish I never took any interest in. I didn't have a boat, they were considered difficult to catch without the right equipment, and lakes that contained them were few and far between. Sebago Lake is right in my backyard and it's considered one of the top lakes in New England for lake trout, However, it's a pretty big at 30,500 acres in size and the mean depth is over 100 feet deep. If I had a boat, I would probably spend every weekend on it. But, a kayak can only get you so far as I didn't want to spend hours trying to covering a lot of water. I wanted to start off small and work my way up. After doing some research, I read that Thompson Lake has a great lake trout fishery and it was the perfect size.

Thompson Lake is located about 35 minutes north of Windham. It's about 12 miles long and averages about 2 miles wide. It has a maximum depth of 120 feet. It's shallow at the north and south ends and deepest in the middle. The lake is also considered one of the cleanest in the state as it's fed by the Poland spring aquifer. Thompson Lake supports a wide variety of game fish such as largemouth and smallmouth bass and lake trout and Atlantic salmon. The current state record smallmouth bass was caught in this lake back in 1970. Thompson is only 45 minutes from Portland and 30 minutes from Lewiston-Auburn, two of Maine's most populated cites. Because of its close proximity to large urban areas, the shoreline is fairly developed on both sides. There's three boat launches on the lake and two are marinas and the other is a public one located right off of highway 112. I choose the public launch as it's located at the middle of the lake. It's very close to the road and there's no ramp, just a sandy beach.

Thompson Lake, Maine lake trout caught jigging in deep water

I'm out on the water very early this morning. The sun has risen over the trees and it's a blazing ball of red. That's the result of Canadian wildfire smoke and we've been dealing with it through out the summer where smoke has made the air quality terrible. As I head out, the surface of the lake is like glass and it's so quiet I could hear some people talking from their cabins. With any new body of water, I usually like to go for a cruise and watch the fish finder for any structure. But, today I was going to focus on lake trout. In Maine, lake trout are referred to as togue. The name is thought to be derived from a native American word. Game fish often have local names depending where you live in the U.S or Canada. Where I grew up in Northern Ontario we always referred to walleye as pickerel and brook trout as speckled trout. But if you went to Northwestern Ontario, pike were called jackfish and if you ventured into Quebec, walleye were called dore. But, I thought the name togue was amusing as it sounds like some grotesque creature that lives on the bottom hidden in the mud. 

I was able to get cell phone reception and I pulled up the depth chart map. I looked to the south and there's  a very small island. Accoording to the map, the lake gets really deep just east of the island. As I'm pedaling, I see a boat in the distance chugging along out in the middle and from their speed, they were most likely fishing for lake trout or salmon. 

I finally make it out the middle and I'm directly over 80' of water. I make some adjustments on the fish finder like turning on the bottom lock, utilizing the split frequency feature and cranking the gain to 90%. Using the bottom lock is very useful as lake trout are generally found on the bottom and I set it at 15' off the bottom. The split frequency is also useful as you can utilize both 77 and 200 kHz. Since I'm fishing deep water the 77 kHz casts a wider cone around 45 degrees, but the diameter can be large to the point that a fish will show up on the screen, but it could be 100' from my kayak. The 200 kHz has more narrower cone around 15 degrees and fish will be close enough, that they'll see your presentations. 

I could have used my ultralight rod as lake trout in Thompson rarely get over a couple of pounds. But, I was using a 1/2 ozs jig and a 4' white gulp minnow and a beefier rod was needed. I let the jig drop all the way to the bottom and I had it barely off the bottom. For about 20 minutes, I see nothing on the A-scopes. Because there wasn't any wind, I barely moved. It turned out to be a waiting game and after 20 minutes, I move farther down and I drop the jig and repeated the process about five times picking different depths. 

The sixth time by sheer luck, a lake trout must of have been close by and taken the jig when I closed the bail. Because, I immediately felt a solid hit and the rod bent over. The fish fought pretty hard as I brought up to the surface. I finally caught glimpse of it when I got it to side of the kayak. I grabbed the jig head and hauled it out the water. I was looking at my very first lake trout. It was probably about 24" and the first thing I noticed was the size of the fish's eyes as they were disproportionately larger for the size of its head to the point of being cartoon like. This adaptation is most likely the result of foraging in deeper water where light levels are low. Its body was long and sleek and very dark in color. I take a quick picture before releasing it. 

Lake trout caught from Thompson Lake, Maine

I resume fishing and I see the A-scopes flashing red at about 85' and the fish hits the jig hard and I immediately set the hook. This fish felt a little bigger and a few times I had to loosen the drag. I see it come to the surface and it's a little bigger then the one I previously caught. I quickly pop the jig out and I wanted to take a picture but my arm can only go out so far. Instead I place it back in the water and watch it slowly head back into the depths. Lake trout don't generally school, but they will congregate where there's baitfish. During my time out, I only saw one line of bait and nothing was following it. The three previous fish I caught all came in water about 90' deep and they were about 5' off the bottom. I moved farther down the lake and I caught a couple more in that 80 to 90 feet of water. Both of these fish were similair in size in that 23" to 25" range. From what I gathered this morning is that lake trout don't nibble. They crushed the jig really hard. But, there were a couple of times that I felt a hit and the nothing. Because lake trout tend to wander in search of food is probably why most anglers in Maine prefer to troll. I could troll, employing a downrigger with a 4 pound ball wouldn't be ideal considering I have a pedal drive. Maybe in the future if I decide to trick out my kayak with an electric motor, it might be a possibility. I've also heard some anglers employ leadcore line, but the reels used for them are pretty large and personally I think it's a little overkill. But in the mean time, I'll just have to jig and quite honestly I prefer it as I have to work for them.

The week before, I read an article about the Maine inlands fishery department doing a fish survey on Thompson back in 2018 and according to their sampling, there were 5 lake trout per acre and they estimated there was roughly about 16,000 trout in the entire lake. That number raised my eyebrows as they inhabit lakes that are poor nutrients, therefore that limits their numbers and size. Other interesting information they found was that the trout were more likely to mature earlier, tended to be more pelagic, their diet was less reliant on forage fish such as smelt, and the largest density of fish were found in the shallowest strata immediately below the thremoclime. This why I often research before fishing a new body of water as it gives me a better idea on how and where to fish.  

By now the wind started to pick up and the lake is getting choppy. The boat traffic also starts getting heavy and that's my cue to head closer to shore. I tied on a drop shot rig and headed over to a point. I was a 10 minute ride over and I could see a lot of rocks in the water. Since there was a decent push from the wind, I knew this would be a great place to drift fish. I cast and watch the line go slack. I lifted the rod tip high and let the wind move me along. I would start feeling taps and when I tried to set the hook there was nothing. This continued and I started to get annoyed as I knew the culprit was probably young bass. Eventually I managed to set the hook and I felt something small pull the line. It turned out be a sunfish, which as surprising as I'm using a fairly large hook and a 4" worm. It turned out to be a war of attrition as I hooked into one sunfish after another. In all the years I fishing, I don't think I ever caught a sunfish drop shotting. I did manage to catch some smallmouth bass, but nothing big. But, it was getting close to noon and that's usually when I call it a day. 

On the way back to the boat launch, I could see in the distance a person seating in a beach chair reading a book and he was wearing a yellow vest. I chuckled and thought to myself, there's three certainties in Maine - death, taxes, and running into a courtesy boat inspector. This would be the fifth time I've ran into an inspector. He was a younger guy and he didn't get up from his chair. He just glanced over and asked how the fishing was. I figured since I had a kayak there would be no reason to check it out. I went over to get my car and I quickly got the kayak and strapped it down. The inspector was just content reading and working on his tan. 

I thought my first outing on Thompson Lake was a success as I caught six lake trout. They weren't big, but it was another feather in the cap as earlier in the season, I caught my first chain pickerel. Thompson is a great lake for the angler targeting lake trout. It's an easy lake to get around as it took me about 20 minutes to get from the boat launch to deeper water. You'll definitely need to exercise patience and work hard for them.

Kezar Lake, Maine

Kezar Lake, Maine from the upper bay boat launch

Its twilight and the road and surrounding woods are cloaked in fog as I'm driving on highway 35 just north of Windham, Maine. I'm still groggy as I probably got four hours of sleep. I have my travel mug filled to the brim with steaming hot coffee. As I drink it starts to perk me up as does my enthusiasm for fishing a new lake. I travel along the entire length of Long Lake and then I pass a couple small ponds as I head northwest and drive through the sleepy villages of East Waterford and Stoneham. Then I finally reach my destination when I see Kezar Lake.

I immediately park and race to the port-a-potty to relieve myself as I drank the entire contents of my mug. When I get out, I see an elderly gentleman sitting a car. He steps out and introduces himself as the Maine courtesy boat inspector. His job is to make sure that invasive water plants don't make their way into Maine's lakes. He's the third person I've seen this summer as I ran into inspectors at Peabody and Hancock ponds. He asks what body of water I fished previously and I told him, I fished Trickey Pond last Sunday. He writes it on his clipboard and wished me good luck. He doesn't bother to give my kayak the look over. Probably because my kayak doesn't have a motor or any place for weeds to stick to. He goes back into his car and starts reading his book. I've always wondered how much these inspectors get paid, because they arrive at the crack of dawn and probably sit in their cars for hours and they might only see a couple of people. I couldn't imagine sitting there all day especially when it's hot and humid out. 

I pull the kayak down to the edge of the lake and there isn't a ramp, just a gravel beach. The night before I downloaded a depth chart, but there's isn't any cell phone reception as I see zero bars. That's not surprising as Maine ranks behind Alaska for the worst cell phone coverage in the country. My girlfriend knows I'm out fishing, but she has no idea where I am. Hopefully, I can get some service so I can tell her where I am. 

Kezar Lake is about 9 miles long and has a maximum depth of 155 feet and mean depth of 35 feet. It's deeper at the north end and gradually gets shallow as you head south. It supports coldwater and warmwater species such as Atlantic salmon, lake trout, smallmouth and largemouth bass, white perch, yellow perch, and chain pickerel. The lake is noted for a self sustaining population of landlocked Atlantic salmon, as they spawn in 2 streams that run into the lake. But they have to compete with non native lake trout that were stocked in the 70s by the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife. The state agency now acknowledges that stocking lake trout was a mistake as they compete heavily for the salmon's primary food source, rainbow smelt. Lake trout haven't been stocked in Kezar since 2001 and any angler is allowed to keep 6 fish to help keep the trout population in check. Sebago Lake has the same issue with lake trout eating too many smelt and negatively affecting the native salmon population. During the annual ice fishing derby on Sebago, it's common to see lake trout scattered on the ice as some anglers treat them like they're garbage and the bald eagles and ravens are more than happy to clean up the waste.

Today, I'm going to attempt to catch my first lake trout or togues as that's what Mainers call them. The upper section of Kezar has some spots over 100' deep, but for now I'm going to scout the lake and I cast out my trusty silver shad rap and start the journey. The water clarity is pretty good almost as good as Trickey Pond as I can easily see sunken trees and rocks. When I fish a new body of water, I always troll as I can cover a lot of water in a shorter period of time. The other reason is I can make a map of the areas I'm fishing with my fish finder has that GPS capability. That's why I bought the Garmin Fish Striker 4CV as it's perfect for the kayak angler as it's small and has a lot of useful features. 

As I'm trolling the north end of the lake and I start picking off small bass and couple of yellow perch. I mark few fish here and there, but I get no takers. On this section of the lake called the Upper Bay is sparsely populated as cottages are scattered along the shoreline. The cloud cover is still low so I can't see the mountains in the distance and I heard Kezar is beautiful in the fall when the trees turn color. 

I work my way around both Birch and Sheep islands. On the west side of them, the lake is shallow with an average depth of 10' and plenty of weeds and on the east side is primarily steep dropoffs going as deep as 50' in some spots. I stick the east side because it's deeper, I'm probably about 20' from shore as I'm trolling. This section is better for drop shotting, but it would take up a lot of time as I tend to fish slowly using this method. So far the tally is 10 largemouth, 5 smallmouth, and 3 yellow perch. All of the fish I caught came from 20' of water close to structure. I cut across to Rattlesnake island and follow the shoreline. Here the water is even more deep as I'm in 35 feet of water. I'm not sure how deep my crankbait is running, but I get no hits as I go around the point of the island. As I round the point, I see a lot of rocks near shore, so I stand up and start casting. I pick off a couple of smallmouth and farther down I see a cliff that hangs over the lake. I reel in and head over to investigate. I stand up and I can see a lot of large boulders and this time I grab the other rod as I already have it setup for drop shotting. I throw on oxblood roboworm and lob it out near the rocks. I immediately close the bail and I watch the line as it starts to sink to the bottom. Sometimes I've had bass hit it as it's dropping. I see the line go slack and I slowly retrieve it. I really don't jig, but I walk the sinker over the bottom, letting the worm move to entice a hit. I start the process of working the cliff and then I feel subtle hit and I set the hook. I feel the rod throb and I see a smallmouth leap from the water. I try to corral it in and I grab the fish. I'm relieved that I didn't lose my worm, because half of the time I lose them because jumping fish often fling them off the hook and they don't float. When it comes to plastic worms, I swear that roboworms are the best. The problem is I can't find them anywhere in Maine and I'll have a make another online order in the future. I picked off some more fish and I thought to myself maybe it's time for some lakers.

For drop shotting I was using my 7' Dobyns Sierra series medium fast rod and Shimano Miravel 2500 reel spooled with 10lbs braid with a 8lbs fluorocarbon leader. I tie on a 1ozs tungsten jig as lead jigs are illegal to use in Maine and I put on a 4" white gulp minnow. I start to move to farther out and I quickly get into deep water, even though I'm probably less than a 100 yards from the shore. I stop when I get to a 100' of water, but I don't see any fish on the screen. All I see are long green lines as I'm still on the learning curve trying to decipher what the images are. I don't see the typical arcs that represent fish and I see no bait. The upper section of the lake is big so I might be in a spot that doesn't hold a lot of fish. I adjust the gain manually to 95% so I can better see my jig. The wind starts picking up and I'm concerned that I won't be able to effectively jig. I drop the jig and it quickly descends into the depths. I can see it on the screen and I stop it at 50' as I'm in 70' of water. I slowly start jigging and I can see on the screen the zig zag marks. I look at the a-scope and I see no bright colors as that represents fish. I go on the menu of my fish striker and select the fish symbols. On the screen I see these cartoon images of fish with their respective depth, but I can't see my jig. I have no idea if the fish finder even knows they're fish so I switch it back to the orginal images. As I drift I start getting into more shallow water and I turn around and head a little further out into deeper water and start the process again. Since I'm limited in time, I give myself an hour and with the gusty winds, I abandon my attempt at lakers as I didn't mark a single fish. 

I went back to the dropshot rig and put on another worm. I cast towards the shore and I let the rig drop to the bottom. I slowly work the shoreline and I start snagging bottom. I get in closer and I see a large tree in the water. I'm able to retrieve my rig and I try to stay away from the shoreline.  I cast out and immediatley close the bail. I watch the line sink and then it goes slack. I slowly pull the rig across the bottom. As I pull up, I feel some resistance and then a slight tug. I set the hook and at first I think I'm snagged. But the snag moves and my first thought is I snagged a branch. Then I feel the rod throb and I know it's a fish. Then it starts to fight hard and the rod doubles over and the drag starts going. It must be a big bass and I stand up and it's big largemouth bass. It's a hefty specimen and I take a quick picture. With the wind coming from the south, I start drifting along the island in about 25' of water. On the fish finder I start seeing some large fish hanging off humps and sure enough I feel a hit and set the hook. I see a large smallmouth leap from the water. I pull it along the kayak and it's probably close to 5 pounds. I start mixing it up as I use flatworms and gulp minnows, but the preferred bait is still the worms. 

The wind is gusting from the south and the lake is starting to get choppy. I seek refuge along the north side of the island. By now I see some people in boats fishing along the shoreline. The clouds gradually gave way and I see the mountains. To the north is the Caribou-Speckled Mountain wilderness which is over 11,000 acres in size and is very popular with hikers. To the west are the White mountains as Kezar is close to the New Hampshire border. From a higher elevation, you can easily see Mount Washington. Both me and my girlfriend have recreational kayaks and we've talked about coming out in October to see the fall foliage. 

I look at the time and it's almost noon and with the choppy conditions I call it a day. Kezar Lake is the biggest body of water I've fished to date here in Maine. It can be fished in kayak but give yourself plenty of time as the upper section of the lake is large and wide. If you prefer to fish in a more confined area there is another boat ramp at the south end of the lake and that is more suited for warmwater fish. Also cell phone reception is very poor so you might want to let people know before heading out. My entire time out, I only saw two other boats and there was hardly any boat traffic. 

Trickey Pond, Maine

Another weekend and another pond to check out. This time I headed over to Trickey Pond near Naples, Maine. Trickey Pond is a unique body of water that is located between Sebago and Long Lakes. It's considered small by Maine standards about 310 acres in size and has a maximum depth of 59ft. From what I've read the pond is primarily fed by springs and because the water is filtered through the ground, it has exceptional water clarity as summer secchi disc readings are typically close to forty feet. It's considered one of the cleanest bodies of water in the state.

Trickey Pond supports both coldwater and warmwater fish species. According to the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries, the pond is annually stocked with landlocked Atlantic salmon and brook trout because the pond has limited spawning habitat for these species. The pond use to have a population of lake trout but it collapsed and stocking was discontinued in the early 90s, because of the bass predation and in its place splake are stocked. Of course, the most numerous game fish in the pond is bass. 

As I usually do before heading to a new body of water, I'll download a depth map and look for any fishing reports. I found several past fishing reports and those anglers have referred to Trickey as a place where you have to really work for the fish. The quality is fish is high, but the quantity is low as the pond can only support so many fish. But, since I'm targeting bass, I don't think I'll have a problem getting into fish this morning.

As expected this weekend, we had more rain and this makes it 16 of 17 weekends of it. I volunteered to work Saturday as it rained most of the day and I was more than happy to get overtime as I would have probably been a fixture on the couch that day. I hit the road a little after five in the morning and the sky is overcast and gloomy. The drive is about 35 minutes north on highway 114 and I turn off to the public boat ramp which is located on the southside of the pond. Unlike Peabody and Hancock, the boat ramp is new and there's ample parking. There's also a cleaning station and even the use of free lifejackets. 

There's already one truck parked and I unload and assemble the kayak, but I forgot my paddle so I hope my pedal drive doesn't malfunction, because it's not going to be fun having to paddle with my hands. I push off the ramp and I immediately notice how clear the water is. The clarity is remarkable as I can easily see rocks, branches and leaves scattered on the bottom without the aid of polarized glasses. I pedal out and I see a small boat with 2 guys slowly trolling out in the deeper water, there most likely going for salmon or trout and me on the other hand, I'm in full bass mode. 

I start on the western side of the pond and I noticed how shallow it is. On the fish finder, I notice there's really no structure on the bottom. I cast out my trusty silver crankbait and start trolling. I pedal and soak in the scenery. The surrounding hills are cloaked in mist and the pines and hemlock have a beautiful green hue against the grey sky. I pass a summer camp and I'm sure the kids are still sleeping and itching to get in a swim in as yesterday was a crummy day. 

I'm not marking any fish so I go in close to shore. I stand up and I can see the bottom as there's sunken trees scattered about. I can also see several bass beds, but no bass as the eggs probably hatched last month. I cast near any available structure and I can easily see my crankbait flutter in the water. I scan and I see no fish not even a minnow or sunfish. I can't imagine what the clarity is like when the sun is out, because I'm still stunned how clear it is. I throughly work the shoreline and get no hits.

I ditch fishing close to shore and resume trolling in water about 20' deep and I mark a fish here and there. I round a point and I see a bunch of pontoon boats at a dock. Then I see a lot of campers parked in the woods. It's now a little after six in the morning and so far I have a skunk drapped on my neck. The pond is also shallow here as I pass over 12' of water and all I see is a flat featureless bottom. I decide to cross over and see what's on the other side. I look over at the 2 islands, but the depth map I have shows it's only 10' deep around so I don't even bother trying. 

There's plenty of cottages on the eastside and all of them have docks so I know there will be bass hanging around. I troll along the shore and noticed it's deep right off the shoreline. I'm maybe 20' off the shore when my rod gets slammed. The fight is brief as the line goes slack and I reel in my lure. I position myself about 50ft off the docks and I cast as close as I can to them. I feel a hit and set the hook and pull in a small largemouth bass. I continue to cast near docks and boats and I'm picking off fish, but nothing really big. I also noticed there's more structure as can see large boulders scattered about. 

I finally make my way to the south end of the pond and I see the two guys in the boat that were trolling for salmon. They were anchored and I could see a couple bobbers in the water and they were eating breakfast and chilling. We started chatting and the first thing I noticed was a fly rod in the rod holder. In this part of the country, it's common to see some anglers use leadcore line on a fly reel when fishing smaller lakes for either salmon and trout. Curious I asked the guy about his set up. He told me it was a 9 weight rod and he used 3 smelt streamers in tandem and would fish them higher in the water column. He went to say that he often pulled the line to get any fish nearby their attention. In my head, I thinking it's basically a teaser set up. They also had a small downrigger and fished deeper around 35 feet deep and they were running spoons. I asked if they had any success and they said no. 

I've thought of the idea of getting a leadcore setup instead of using a downrigger. It would make sense, if I'm fishing smaller bodies of water where I don't have to fish really deep water. I have a couple crankbaits that can get down to 30 feet deep, but I haven't really bother to try it because I don't have a rod holder yet and I know my wrist will pay dearly if I decide to troll with them. I tend to prefer to jig if I start marking fish or I'll just wait until fall when the ponds start to get colder and the salmon and trout move into shallow water. 

I wish them luck and I turn around and head north along the eastern side of the pond. I begin trolling once again trying to stay in that 15 to 20 foot range and I rod gets hit really hard. This fish feels really big and I hear a splash behind me, but I can't see what it is. I stop and stand up and I see a huge bass fighting hard to reach the bottom. A few time the drag starts going and I tighten it. I finally get a glimpse and it's a largemouth. I finally get it along the kayak and pull it out of the water. It has a huge belly and I estimate it to be around 5 pounds. Catching a largemouth is a rare feat for me as we didn't have any where I grew up in Ontario as we were too far north. In Ohio there were plenty of lakes and ponds that had them, but I was never a summer angler there. It was a beautiful specimen none the less and I gently released it and slowly swam into the depths. 

As the morning progress the sun gradually came out and so did the people at the summer camp. I hear the engines of boats firing up at the camp and the counselors took several kids out and raced up and down the pond. I knew that meant it was time for me to head back. A small pond and boat traffic don't mix very well. When I arrived at the boat ramp, I could see several people in scuba gear enter the water. I can't imagine what it must look like diving in a lake that rivals the waters of the Caribbean. I joked to them that they could see all of the fish I didn't catch. I haul out and I noticed a couple of trucks with trailers waiting. I quickly grab my kayak cart and head back down. I place the kayak on top the cart and start pulling it up the ramp. The people in the truck commented that the cart was ingenious. As I strapping the kayak on the car roof, I noticed more people are coming in and there's no parking spots. A guy asked if I'm leaving and said yes. He instructs his friend to get out and hold the spot as he unloads the trailer. We talk about the fishing and I told him I did well on the east side of the pond. With the kayak secured, I wished him good luck. That's one of the reasons why I get up so early to go fish. I've often told my girlfriend that getting out early means there's hardly anybody out and the fishing is best in the early morning hours, plus I won't get brunt to a crisp fishing in the sun. 

Trickey Pond is one of the most unique bodies of water I've ever fished. I can't remember ever fishing water that clear. It's the perfect pond for the kayak angler as it's small enough to cover it entirely in a couple of hours. 

Peabody Pond, Maine

Peabody Pond was the next fishing adventure on my list. This pond is just east of Hancock Pond and is similair in size roughly about 740 acres and it has a maximum depth is 69' and the mean depth is 32'. Peabody is well suited for both coldwater and warmwater fish. The abundant of rocky shoreline and coves provide excellent habitat for bass, yellow perch and chain pickerel. According to the Maine Environmental Association, Peabody has enough deep water to support a population of landlocked Atlantic salmon, brook trout and lake trout. But, when I researched online, I did find reports of landlocked salmon being caught, but nothing about brook or lake trout. 

Peabody is very similair to Hancock in regards to structure and depth. According to depth chart maps, there's a long deep chasm that runs along the westside of the pond and the average depth is over 50'. On the southern end, there are a couple of rocky outcrops with steep dropoffs. There's also a couple large boulders that can be seen farther out in the pond and there's plenty of rocks around them. The eastside has a lot of shallow water with very little structure and gradually gets deeper when you move offshore.  

I arrive around 5:30am at the public boat launch and the first thing I noticed there was a small shed for anglers to wash their boats as the state of Maine is very serious about limiting the spread of Eurasian milfoil, as it's present in Long Lake and the north end of Sebago Lake. But, since I wash my kayak prior to every outing, I didn't bother hosing it down. It's raining when I get out and last night I read that Maine has had 12 consecutive weekends with rain. Even the hardiest of Mainers are fed-up with this weather. Of course, I forgot my raincoat, but the weather report called for showers and then clearing later in the morning. A few drops of rain isn't going to stop me. 

I launch and pedal out of the small cove towards the expanse of the pond. To my left there was a line of cabins going all the way up the shoreline. On my right, there was only one cabin. Looking at my fish finder I was going over 15' of water and I started marking fish, hopefully that's a good sign of what's to come. 

On this trip, I brought along my new rod and reel. This one was a beefier rod for drop shotting and for bigger fish, like striped bass that I'm planning on fishing for next month. But, for this outing, I was content to use the ultralight. I pull out my tackle box full of crank baits, husky jerks, and countdown minnows. Eventhough I've amassed a collection of them, I don't have a wide variety colors as I don't fancy the over the top colors like Wonderbread, Glow Pink Squirrel, and Headspin to name a few. I go with the basics like silver, blue, and gold. Since I'm using the ultralight, I go with the silver Rapala 3/16oz shad rap. It's always been my go to lure for smallmouth ever since I was teenager.

I go around the point and I stop pedaling and get up to survey the water. I see a dock and large rocks and boulders scattered about and my fish finder tells me I'm over 15' of water. The water has a slight tannic tint to it and I can see probably at 6' deep without the aid of glasses. I start casting to my right and methodical start working the water, somewhere there's a bass or two lurking about. Since Maine doesn't have a close season on smallmouth, all I need is to get near a nest and a male smallmouth will surely hit. I'm about 100' from the shore and I'm casting between the rocks and then the crankbait gets slammed. I rod bends hard and I see the bass bulldogging under the surface and then it launches itself from the water. I sit down and let the fish exhaust itself, before I take it out of the water. It's a chunky fish and I place it next to my paddle that has a tagged measuring tape and the fish is about 16" long. I put it in the water and it quickly disappears. 

As I'm fishing, I hear several crows making a ruckus as I look up at the trees and there's a bald eagle trying to ignore the them. Despite their attempts to harass and getting the eagle to move along, he stands his ground. I wished I brought my camera as this would have been a great opportunity to take a picture of this interaction. Eventually, the eagle has finally had enough and takes off and the crows are in hot pursuit. When I was at Hancock last week, I found a eagle's nest high in a large white pine. So, I wondered if there was an eagle's nest on this pond. 

As I start the process of pedaling and standing up as I move along the shoreline. I noticed a couple of anglers in a boat slowly trolling farther out and they were most likely fishing for salmon. I've yet to try for an Atlantic salmon as they're in Sebago Lake, but these smaller ponds, they are most likely stocked and probably never get bigger than a few pounds. As of now, I have no real interest in fishing for salmon. I continue along the shoreline and I see on the fish finder that I'm starting to get into some shallow water. I see the large number of rocks just a couple feet under me and start to back pedal. I survey the water and it's a shallow rocky point. It's classic drop shotting water as I'm now over 20' of water. But I suspect the bass are still in shallow water as the surface water temp is 58F. I work the point and I start getting into fish some on the hefty side. I enter the GPS data into my fish finder so I know where the exact location of this spot. 

I fish around a couple of docks and noticed a number of the cabins are still vacant despite being  June. I look to the eastern side of the pond and notice there's hardly any cottages. I enter another cove and it's more shallow with a depth of 8' and less rocks. The first bass I catch is a little one that took on more than it can chew as it about 6" long. I start picking off really small fish and then nothing after that, as I noticed on the fish finder the bottom is flat. Then I see another rocky point and I get into position to start hitting the outer point. By now the wind has picked up and starts gusting. The pond starts to get choppy and that makes it a little difficult for me fish effectively as I can't stand up without the risk of falling in. If the wind wasn't an issue, I was going to head farther out as I noticed a large boulder sticking out of the water. Wanting to seek refuge from the wind I decided to head over to the westside of the pond. 

Since I've already know where the points are, I figure it's a good time to start trolling. As I troll along the outer edge of the rocky points, I start marking a lot of suspended fish. As I'm pedaling, I feel my rod yank and start reeling in. I feels like a small fish and once I get it in, it's a yellow perch. I end up getting another perch of similar size and couple decent size bass as I pass the other rocky point. I cross over a cove and the rod gets slammed. This feels like a bigger fish and once again I think it's a bass when it surfaces it's a chain pickerel, probably about 18" and to my excitement, my very first pickerel. It's a skinny fish as I remember back in Canada we use to call small pike hammer handles. It has a unique color pattern and I wondered if they'll start moving into the shallows when the pond warms up. 

I pedal across the pond and I'm impressed how well it takes on the waves. When I reach the western side, the first thing I notice is there's a lack of rocks. The fish finder also shows a flat featureless bottom. I figure I'll just troll my way up along the shoreline. Just like the other side of the pond, a large number of cabins are not occupied this weekend. I start marking some fish, but I don't get any takers. As I continue I notice the depth is getting more and shallower. I look down and see bottom. No weeds or any structure that would attract any fish. It's almost noon and with the wind getting worse and it's getting very hot, I decide it's a good time to call it a day. 

The funny thing is Peabody Pond is considered a classic smallmouth bass lake with its abundant of rocks and drop-offs, even though bass aren't native to Maine. That's probably why there isn't a closed season on them as I read in some watersheds like the Rapid River, the state encourages anglers to outright kill any smallmouth as they have negatively imapcted the native brook trout population. 

But, what I liked about Peabody Pond was it had minimal development as nearly over half of it was unspoiled. It was refreshing not having to hear the buzzing of jet skis or power boats. All I heard was the songs of birds and the sound of wind blowing through the pines. For the kayak angler this is a perfect place to fish. 

Hancock Pond, Maine

I knew when I moved to Maine, there was going to be changes. Gone was the steelhead fishing and that meant filling in the void during the winter would be ice fishing. For the record, I have no desire to do ice fishing as I find it boring, because I like to be on the move. I'm sure my girlfriend would find it comical watching me drill hole after hole in search of fish. I did a purchase a fly rod for the warmer months and just down the road was the Presumpscot River which is heavily stocked and fished within an inch of its life, because there's maybe less than a half a mile of fishable water before it widens into a huge stretch of frog water because of the dam downstream. It's one of the few rivers in the area that is opened all year as most rivers to the north are closed from October 1st to April 1st. I fished it in late March and anything that could hold fish was few and far between. I realized why some of the locals dubbed the Presumpscot as the "Aquarium" because it was so clear. The trip itself was more of a scouting expedition and I put it on the back burner for the reminder of the winter. But, prime brook trout and Atlantic salmon waters were a 2 to 3 hour drive from where I lived. There were plenty of lakes near by and I knew my best option was to get a watercraft. 

A couple weeks ago I purchased an Old Town fishing kayak with a PDL drive. The closest lake from home is Sebago Lake which happens to be a very large deep lake. It's doable in a kayak, but you have to be careful in regards to weather as waves can get large and then there's the boat traffic as I've been told can be heavy during the weekends. But there were plenty of smaller lakes to the north of me to choose from. I pulled out my Maine Atlas and Gazetteer to see what lakes were close by. There were a wide variety of ponds and lakes to the north of me. I wanted to fish a body of water that was over 500 acres in size and had enough deep water to support coldwater fish. I did some research and flipped a coin on Peabody and Hancock ponds as they were both near each other. Hancock was the winner. 

Hancock Pond is located in Oxford County just northwest of Sabago. It's about 850 acres big and has minimal development around. The maximum depth is 59' and most of the deepest water is found at the narrows. The average depth of the lake is about 17'. The three primary species found in the lake are smallmouth and largemouth bass and brown trout. Hancock is one of the few lakes in Maine that is stocked with browns, probably because it's not the most ideal habitat for brook and lake trout. 

I get up around 5:00am to cook breakfast and have a cup of coffee. I load all my gear into the car and once I have the kayak strapped down and hit the road. The trip itself is about 35 minutes as I take highway 35 west and then turn onto highway 114 north towards Sebago. I drive along the numerous cottages close to the shores of Sebago Lake. Then I turn on to Long Hill drive and it was another 15 minutes until I got to the boat ramp.

I arrive to the non descript pull off for the boat ramp. I see several signs plastered to trees warning anglers of about milfoil and not to bother the loons. I get out and I'm immediately greeted the swarms of black flies. I try to get the kayak off as fast as possible and loaded onto the cart. The boat ramp has seen better days as it was heaving and crumbling. Since the water is shallow I end up having to pull up my pants over my knees and wade into the water. I step into the water and I'm immediately greeted with a jolt of frigrid water. 

I get into the kayak and paddled out far enough that the flies weren't going to bother me. I placed the PDL drive into the water and turn on the fish finder. The water was clear enough that I could it was mostly see the bottom which was full of rocks scattered about. I looked at the fish finder screen and I see the surface water temperature was 55F. Most of the bass were probably on their beds caring for the eggs and that meant fishing shallow water. I already downloaded a depth chart of the lake and according to the chart, there was a long rocky point that jutted out into the lake just to the west of me. 

I used my 7' ultralight rod with small minnow lures and crankbaits and started working along the rocks. It was a sunny morning and the lake was very quiet as most of the cabins were still vacant and I figured most of the people until the Memorial weekend to open up their cabins. Since there wasn't any wind and the water was clear enough, I decided to stand up in the kayak. I could make out the rocks from a distance and the fish finder told me I was over 15' of water. Using a 3/16oz rapala countdown silver minnow, I basically casted out at the edge of the rocks and started to retrieve in an erratic fashion. I felt a hit and then another one and I set the hook. It turned out to be a 14" smallmouth. I started picking off mostly small bass as I continued towards the westside of the pond. 

With the colder water temperatures I was curious to see if any brown trout were lurking in the shallows. I continue to work around the rocks and my lure got tangled in the line. I tried jerking it when all of a sudden a fish struck it at the surface. I was able to hook it and from the shape it wasn't a bass. I reeled it in and it was indeed a brown trout. Nothing large, probably about 15", but it was my first brownie in long time as I've caught a couple in the Rocky past years when I was in Ohio. 

As I drifted along a series of docks, I could see several bass on their beds. Some of them were on the large size. As I drifted along, I noticed on the fish finder that this section dropped off quickly from 8' to 25' and I made a mental note that this would be a great place in the summer months to drop shot. I used the outing as a scouting trip as I continue to pedal along the shoreline. It was a variety of shallow featureless flats to rockpiles and steep drop-offs. I crossed over to the otherside of the narrows and there was the other large rocky point that had buoys placed out to warn boaters of the shallow water. Just like the other rocky point, I started picking off smaller bass around that 12" to 14" range. That was one of the reasons why I used the ultralight rod, because I knew most of the fish would be on the smaller size. 

A couple other anglers were out in their boats and they were trolling the deeper water probably for trout. I'm sure over the years, some of those small browns stocked have grown into a decent size as the lake has a heathly population of smelt and alewives to sustain the fishery. Maybe over time, as I start to trick out my kayak, I might get a downrigger. But for the time being, I just happy to fish for bass.

Hancock Pond reminded me of the small lakes I use to fish in my youth back in Northern Ontario. They were often found off old logging roads and the only way to get in was either putting a small boat in the back of a pickup truck or canoe. The fish in those lakes never got really big, but there were plenty of them as fishing pressure was next to nothing. Here in Maine, especially in the southern part of the state, these lakes get a lot more fishing pressure. 

Overall, it was pleasant outing as I only saw two boats and I soaked up the sun and a pair of loons swim close by me. The final tally was 20 bass and 2 trout, not bad for a first trip. If I was back in Ohio, my steelhead season would be winding down and I would take a hiatus from fishing for the summer. My how things have changed. 

Farewell Steelhead Alley


Farewell Steelhead Alley. Those are three words, I would have never heard myself utter. But, that's what been going through my mind as I'm driving along the Grand River on my way to a job. It's the last week of August and the river is barely flowing from the summer heat. I pass by some of my favorite pools and I can't get over the fact, I'll be absent this upcoming season. Instead of stocking up for the upcoming season, I've been selling off some of my fishing equipment. With the extended drought, I fret that I might not be able to get out one more time. My last day of work is September 6th and the house closes on the 18th. Then it's the long journey to Maine, where both me and my girlfriend Kim will be starting a new chapter in our lives. 

It was Kim who brought up the idea of moving. For her, it was a long time desire to move back to her native New England after being in Ohio for 20 years. Her daughter went to the University of Maine and graduated in engineering. She currently resides in Portland, Maine and her extended family still lives in Massachusetts. Her son is entering his sophomore year at Ohio State and she knew it was time for him to spread his wings and grow just like she did with her daughter. For both of us, it's been a wide range of feelings from excitement to full of anxiety.

As for me, I was intrigued as I loved our annual vacations in New Hampshire during the summer and fall. During those times, I really enjoyed hiking and photographing the White Mountains. With the exceptions of the mountains, New England reminded me of back home in Northern Ontario with lush forests and bounty of lakes and rivers. Plus there was the ocean as it was always a dream of mine to live by it. As much as I liked living in Ohio, it doesn't even come close to New England. 

Then there's my current place of employment and it was a huge factor in making my decision to move. The company I worked for the last 19 years was sold 4 years ago. What was once a tight knit mom and pop company eventually turned into a corporate toxic mess. I saw the writing on the wall and I had to get out. Back in June, I told the branch manager that we were putting the house up for sale and moving out of state. With the hot housing market, it took less than a month for someone to buy it. Back in 2018 the house was bought for $250,00 and six years later it sold for $430,000. We timed it perfectly as our goal was to move by October.

But, September 6th couldn't come fast enough as I was marking down the days when I would be free from the shackles. When I arrived at the office, I was cordial and contained my contempt for the new management. I was glad there wasn't a farewell party and I made sure Kim was there so I could get out as fast as possible. I saved my goodbyes to the people that I knew the longest and there were only two of them left. We hugged and I told them I would miss them dearly. It was an end of an era. When I got the car, Kim didn't even how I was feeling. She knew I was fed up with the bullshit a long time ago. As we drove off, I didn't even look back.

But, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to Steelhead Alley. Luckily, we got some rain out east. It wasn't a lot, but just enough to get some flow and bring in some early arrivals. A friend of mine fished it Sunday and told me there were some fish at the lower end of the creek. The window would be brief as the waters would clear quickly and the temperatures would soar back into the 80s later in the week. Monday would be the only day that I could get out. The night before I tied some sacs and I bemoaned that fact that I accumulated at least a season's worth of eggs in the freezer. Nearly every year, I go through fits of anxiety because nobody knows when the tackle shop will get eggs. But, I knew they wouldn't go to waste as I had a couple of friends that will be in need this year. 

I get up not as early I usually do, because it's a Monday and it's so early in the season. I have a hearty breakfast and mug full of hot coffee for the road. I head east to Conneaut and on the way I glance at the Chagrin, Grand, and Ashtabula. Both the Grand and Ashtabula will always have a special place in my heart as they're both my favorite rivers. I sigh and there's a knot in my stomach. There were 9 days left before leaving and I knew I wouldn't get the chance to fish them before I leave, because there wasn't any rain in the forecast for the entire week. I arrive at Conneaut Creek and there's a couple of cars up the road. I park by the tracks right along the Main Street bridge and when I step out, there's a crisp bite in the air. I look at the creek and it's slightly off color and has a decent flow. Downstream there's 2 guys fishing below the first riffle. But it still feel like summer as the trees are still green making autumn seem so far off. Early September can be hit or miss when it comes to steelhead and Conneaut is usually the first place I fish early in the season, because it's stocked by Pennsylvania and they stock a fall run strain. 

Steelhead from Conneaut Creek, Ohio

I dubbed today's outing as the farewell tour and a trip down memory lane. I dress and noticed my waders are old and haggard looking. My Simms waders were pushing almost six years and there's plenty of stains and scuff marks. Inside, I've lost count how many tears and holes I've plugged up with Aquaseal. When it comes to waders, I'll only replace them if I absolutely have to as I'm spending over $500 for them. If I wasn't moving, I most likely would have replaced them this upcoming season. The same can be said about my boots that have logged countless of miles over the years. Nearly all of the cleats are worn off and I'm surprised they've held up this long. 

I walked along the train tracks as I've done countless of times down to the creek. I still remember my first trip to Conneaut back in 2000, when I was as green as could be. I was 32 years old and I had a cheap noodle rod and a spinning reel and I bought some sacs from a local bait shop. I was on the learning curve and quite honestly I really didn't a clue as I never fished for steelhead. I didn't have any success that day and I remember early on there were a lot more bad outings than good outings. But, over time I started to learn from my failures and became a better steelheader. It took years before I knew what and what not to do. Twenty four years later and I'm a grizzled 56 year old who has a wealth of  knowledge and I know Conneaut like the back of my hand. I reach the trail to the route 20 bridge and it's overgrown with sumac and grasses. I see the creek and there's nobody fishing and I seize the opportunity. It's a productive and popular spot through out the season. The creek flows fast under the bridge and eventually widens into a large flat pool. I wade out at the top of the run. I put my hand in the water and it feels slightly cool, probably in the low 60s. When fishing in early September, you'll have to work for them. Usually they'll be in any fast water that provides them with both oxygen and security. 

I open my jar of eggs and pick a pink sac of coho eggs and I gently cast it out. I work along the seam and noticed the float starts bobbing up and down. I have too much line out and reel in. I make some adjustments and cast back out. I watch it go downstream and I see the float go under and immediately set the hook. I feel the rod throb and I watch a bright silver fish leap from the water. I muscle it out the current and slide it right along me. It's a small male fresh out of the lake. Ten years ago, I caught one of my largest steelhead from this spot. I remember my heart stopping when I caught a glimpse of that fish and I pretty well let it dictate the battle. Eventually I got the upper hand and when I got it into the shallow water, I looked at it in awe. It was a massive hen that measured 35" and probably weighted over 15 pounds as she was full of eggs. The only reason I was able to catch it was nobody was there fishing as it was a couple days after the ice blew out. I continue to fish for about 20 minutes and got nothing and I decided to head upstream. 

I cross over at the bend and walk along the large gravel bar. This pool has also changed over the years as its gotten wider and wider as the water and ice has carved out the bank. As I'm fishing, I remember the memorable day that I had at this spot in March of 2013. Earlier of that week, the creek freed itself of ice as many of us were house bound because that particular winter was so cold. The weather that morning was misberable as I had to deal with lake effect snow. Many people would have stayed at home as I came close to not going. But, it turned out to one the best days I've had as I caught over 40 fish from the lower Conneaut. I work the seams and along the lumber and there's nothing. I'm surprised that I didn't get a hit, but then again I have to remind myself that this is early September. Not wanting to waste time, I immediately head downstream to the Main Street bridge.  

I walk over the bridge and the 2 same guys are still there. I see that same piece of concrete slab that hasn't moved in decades and wade out to stand on it. I cast out and move the float along the seam and I watched it get sucked under. The fight was brief as the fish tossed the hook. The commotion startles the guys downstream. I fish it for about 30 minutes and don't get a hit. The other guys farther downstream haven't hooked into anything either. Sadly, I remember that killer spot above the arches downstream as it use to be chock full of fish early in the fall. It's gone as high water blew out the gravel bar 15 years ago. Today it's underwater and just a distant memory. I have another section to fish farther upstream before calling it a day. 

On my way to the route 7 bridge, I pass through the main drag of Conneaut. The town has seen better days and quite honestly nothing has changed in the 25 years. I drive over the bridge and see no cars parked in the lot. I cross over and start fishing under the bridge. This is one of my go to spots as it usually holds fish. But there's no takers and I looked at the time and it was 10:30 so that meant another hour. I walked down to the trestle and I figured any fish would be hanging out in the faster water. Just like the other places, I quickly hooked into another bright silver fish. This time I wanted a picture as a farewell momento. It was the typical Lake Erie steelhead about 4 pounds and 26". I snapped a quick picture and gently placed it in the water. She slowly swam off and with a bolt disappears. That fish turned out to be the last one caught as the other spots below the trestle didn't produce anything. By now it's starting to get hot and I knew it was time to offically wrap up the farewell tour. 

I didn't complain and I felt fortunate that I was able to at least catch something as I would have been more than happy to land one. Like my friend told me, I had to work for them. As I walked back, there was a sense of sadness. That's how usually most people feel when they're leaving a close friend. There's that chance that they might not see each other for a long time. I undressed and packed the gear into the car. I walked to the river's edge and I looked at it for the last time. In my head, I wondered if I will ever return as Maine is very far away. I sit in the car and reflect and then I write in my fishing journal.

September 9th, 2024

Temperature - 70F

Weather Conditions - Partly Cloudy

Water Conditions - Slightly off color and the flow was decent

Fished Conneaut Creek and managed to hook into several fish at the lower end of the creek. Had to work for them and covered a lot of water. We need still need more rain and cooler weather. Sadly, the weather for this week is going to be hot and there's no rain in forecast. I was hoping for a couple more outings. In 9 days the house closes and we're headed to Maine. It was a great last outing in my book. I'm looking forward to coming back and seeing my old friend.  

On the drive back, I called my friend to fill in the details of the trip. He told me that he would miss my useful reports and he was happy that I was able to get out. He said it will be odd not seeing or hearing from me this season. After I hang up, I thought of all of the trips I made over the past 25 years. I remember driving through blinding snow squalls, fishing in the bitter cold, getting up at five in the morning, racking up probably thousands of miles of driving, the epic day on Elk Creek in 2012, my first time fishing the Catt, tangling with some huge fish, fishing during the Covid pandemic, both me and Bubba fishing on Christmas morning over the years, and fishing hard from September well into May. While, I did fish solo most of the time, I will miss fishing with the guys, sadly some have passed away recently like Dave and Walt. I'll miss the playful banter and ball busting with Bubba, Dick, Al, Brion, and Ken when we fished the Grand and Rocky during the spring run. They would have never thought that I would leave, because I loved fishing for steelhead so much. But unlike the other guys, I have no kids, grand kids and extended family tying me down in Ohio. When Kim brought up the idea of moving, she was worried that I might balk, because I've been here for so long. I told her that it was the perfect time to move, because of my work situation and I stood firm on my decision and never once wavered. 

When I arrived home I placed my rod and gear in the garage corner. I looked at trusty old G Loomis rod and Kingpin reel and we have over 15 years of stories to tell. Unlike my old fly rods, I couldn't bare the thought of ever getting rid it. Later in the week, one of my friends came by to pick up the eggs. He was still in disbelief that I was moving and told me I was more than welcome to stay at his place, if I decided to come back for a week. I would love to come back next spring, but we'll have to rent before we find a house. Unfortunately, housing in Maine is very expensive and I have no idea how much is that going to effect us income wise. It will be at least a couple years before we get settled in as I'm starting a new job. I'll still follow the guys on social media to see their latest adventures so it's not like I'll lose touch with them.

For the reminder of the time it will be purging and packing. It will finally hit me when we see our possessions packed onto a moving truck and couple days later, we hit the road east towards to Maine. 

I will miss Steelhead Alley.

Lake Winnipesaukee Smallmouth Bass


Lake Winnipesaukee has been our annual summer vacation desination for the past 6 years. Winnipesaukee is the largest lake in New Hampshire and is a very popular desination as it's only a 2 hour drive from Boston. My first impression of the lake reminded of the Muskokas from my native Ontario. The lake is dotted with an impressive collection of cottages. Some are small and inviting and others are massive bordering on the adsurbed. During the summer months, especially on weekends the lake is a very busy place as boats and jet skis fill the air with noise and waves. But during the weekdays, surprisingly the lake can be very quiet and peaceful.

Due to its popularity, many cottage owners have started to rent out their places to people like us. With the exception of one, we've had a great time with our stays. One in particular that stood out was the one we rented on Bear Island this year. Initially, I wasn't thrilled because that meant being stuck on an island as I tend to be the type that likes to be on the go at a moment's notice. There would be no early morning trips to the White Mountains for photos or hiking. I was given the riot act by my girlfriend about not harassing her uncle and cousin who happened by the only ones that owned boats. I was resigned to the fact that I would be stuck on the island. So that I meant I would primarily be fishing. In past years, I really didn't fish, because I didn't have the proper gear as all of my gear is for specifically for steelhead. Plus I had no idea if I had access to a boat, canoe, or kayak. 

This summer I bought an ultralight rod and reel as I wanted to fish the local rivers during the summer. But so far this summer we've been a drought and many of them are barely registering a flow. Prior to our trip I reasearched where we were staying I noticed we were in a cove. I downloaded a depth chart app and noticed the island was perfect habitat for smallmouth bass. The cabin we were renting from allowed us the use of their Hobie kayaks. The next step was making an big online order. I went to my go to store Fishusa in Erie, Pennsylvania for supplies. I ordered hooks and sinkers specifically for drop shoting and jig heads for tubes and minnow patterns. I ordered a bunch of plastic baits like Roboworms, gulp minnows, flatworms, and tubes.  

Two weeks we later we arrive at the boat dock and it's blistering hot. The entire Northeast is locked in massive heatwave. The weather for the week is to be in the upper 80s and with the humidity it will feel even hotter. It's a quick 20 minutes to the cabin and we enter the cove. There's a large girl's summer camp and a collection of smaller cottages. Our cottage is located at the end of the cove. It's a large A frame cottage that looks relatively new. We immediately crank the AC and get unpacked. Due to the sweltering heat we all decide to head out on the boats and go for a swim. I set the alarm for 5:00am before heading to bed.

The ultrlight setup I had would be perfect for this type of fishery as I wasn't expecting to tangle with any monsters. The rod I bought was a 7' Dobyns and the reel was a Shimano Sedona 1000 with 6# braid. I packed the gear on the kayak and shoved off the beach. The air was slightly humid as I paddled out into the cove. In the distance I could see the 2 loons that have been hanging out since yesterday. One my favorites sounds is hearing the wails of the loon in the dark. But with the roaring of the AC, there's no way to hear them. I paddle past the markers and I can see at least 10' down. There's large rocks scattered about and I continue to paddle farther out. I downloaded an app prior to the trip that gave me a precise GPS location and I was directly over 20' of water. According to the map, there's a steep drop off that ran along the island for at least 1/4 of a mile. 

I've drop shotted for bass and walleye numerous times on Lake Erie and done very well with this method. For my drop shot setup I use 5' flouro leader and #1 Gamakatsu drop shot hook. I left a 2' tag and use a 1/4oz egg sinker. Since I didn't have a fish finder, I had no idea if the fish would be suspended so I would have to make the adjustments. 

I pulled out an oxblood 4" roboworm and placed it on the hook. I casted out and waited for the line to go slack. Once I started reeling in slowly, I could feel the egg sinker popping along the rock bottom. I tend not to jig, but once in a while I'll flick the tip of the rod to entice a strike. If there's a little wind, I'll just drift along and let the action of the bait do its job. Immediately I could feel something hitting the worm and the culprit was most likely rock bass. I would set the hook and nothing. I continued to work along the dropoff and then I felt a solid hit and I set the hook. Instantly I knew it was a smallmouth bass as it stubbornly hung on the bottom. Using an ultralight it felt larger and the fish was strong enough to pull line off the reel. Due to the clear water, I could see the fish shimmer as I reeled it up. Once it got to the surface it peeled off a nice leap from the water. I wasn't a big fish, probably around a couple pounds. It was a nice start to the morning.  

Over the next couple of hours I caught a variety of smallmouth and rock bass ranging from 6" to several 16" fish. The roboworms were a big hit with the fish. But I was getting concerned that I was losing them. I brought along some nightcrawlers and whatever was down there robbed me blind. So started using other plastic baits and I immediately noticed a drop off in takes. Then I heard the blaring of trumpet from the camp nearby. It was loud enough to startle me as it continued to blare. I watched on bunch of kids stumble out their respective cabins as it meant it was time for breakfast. I also heeded the call and returned to the cottage for coffee and breakfast. I was satisfied with the morning outing and tomorrow I would fish another spot. 

Over the course of the week, the weather was a little fickle. We had several thunderstorms roll through overnight. The wind in the morning would pick up and trying to stay in one spot was extremely difficult. Most of the time I would just use my drop shot rig and drift along. As long as I made contact with rocks I was hitting fish. But once I stopped feeling rocks and noticing the sinker dragging through weeds I would have to move. Over the week, I exhausted my supply of roboworms and had to resort to flatworms and minnows. That meant I started hitting more rock bass and compared to smallmouth they were nothing more than dead weight. The one surprise of the morning was when I was drifting, my rod got slammed hard. I wasn't sure what to make of it and my first thought it must be a very large smallmouth. But, it didn't fight like smallmouth. It turned out to be a decent sized largemouth bass. The day before a couple guys were casting spinner baits, which I thought was amusing, because there were no weeds in the cove. I watched them cast into 6 feet of clear water with little cover for fish. They saw me hitting fish and asked what I was using. I told them I was drop shotting plastic baits off the dropoff. They didn't take my advice and continue to cast to no avail. 

When drop shotting started fizzling out, I would use a tube jig setup and they started smashing them. The best color was anything in green or pumpkin. One morning I tried to get out the hump in the lake, but I had to paddle pretty far out. The app showed the tip of the hump was at 16' and it dropped off to 35'. If it wasn't for the wind and chop, I'm pretty sure I would have hooked into some decent fish. I tried fishing it but it turned out to be a disaster because I couldn't effectively fish it because the wind kept blowing me off it. Since the lake is very large, it's extremely difficult to fish from a kayak, unless your kayak is fully tricked out like the ones I saw at the boat ramp with the built in electric motors. But I would reluctant to head out in the big water, especailly during the weekends and dealing with heavy boat traffic. I was more than content to fish around the cove as I didn't see any other anglers other than the two guys I saw previously. That was something I've noticed over the years on the lake was I rarely saw people fishing whenever we went out on a boat ride. 

Winnipesaukee also has a great land locked Atlantic salmon and lake trout fishery. There's plenty of deep water that holds them. It also has a great warm water fishery as there's plenty of weedy bays that hold largemouth bass and northern pike. Sadly, there's no walleye in the lake and it's doubtful the state would even consider stocking them. Despite its huge size, I thought it was a relatively easy lake to fish if you had a map. Because of numerous islands, you don't really need to go out too far. But since I using a kayak, I was pretty well limited to a small section of Bear Island. If I had a boat, I probably wore my shoulders out catching fish. 

Overall it was a fun of week of fishing, even though it was way too hot fish during the daytime. The heat pretty well sucked the energy out everyone as most of us resorted to napping in the afternoon. We didn't do any hikes because that meant hiking up with gallons of water and most of us most likely drop dead from heat exhaustion. The last day at the cabin, we all decided chill and relax. Saturday morning we said our goodbyes made the long drive back to Ohio and I commented thankfully this would be last long trip. Almost 11 hours later, we finally made it home dead. 

The Savvy Steelheader


sav·vy
/ˈsavē/
noun
  1. shrewdness and practical knowledge; the ability to make good judgments.
    "the financiers lacked the necessary political savvy"


    Shrewd and practical knowledge? Yes, I have plenty of that. The ability to make good judgements? Well, the jury is still out on that as I've made some questionable decisions over the years. After 20 years on the Alley, I can say confidently that I'm a savvy steelheader. From knowing the habits of my quarry, the pulse of the fishery, and my attention to detail. I can pretty well dial in where my best chance of getting fish. But from time to time albeit rarely, I've done the walk of shame after getting collared with a skunk around my neck. These fish can still school the best of the best. 

    It's the week leading to Christmas and I know that high school and college kids are off. Some anglers I know have took the week off as well. The weather has been unseasonably warm. That's a recipe for crowded conditions. I've heard through the grapevine that the rivers have been a busy place all week. I'm planning on fishing Friday which happens to be Christmas Eve and everybody pretty well has that day off.

    I've made my decision to fish the upper stretches of the Grand River days in advance. Early in the week, I labored in my kitchen mixing up a cure for my salmon skein and loose eggs. On the counter I have several skiens and eggs on paper towels. Over the years, I've tweaked my cure recipe of Borax, sugar, salt, and added scents that would make Colonel Sanders proud. We'll see if my latest batch turned out to be a success so I wrote down the measurements and store it in the vault. 

    Christmas Eve and I'm on the road. The interstate is a dead place and in a few hours many Clevelanders will be racing to the malls to get last minute gifts. Just as I'm savvy when it comes to fishing, I'm the same when it comes to shopping. I avoid the malls like the plague even before Covid hit. Why deal with the traffic? Aimlessly driving around for a parking shop and only finding out that size you need isn't in stock. Having some pimpled face kid pushing more clothes for you to buy. Shopping was done online weeks ago. Done in the comfort of my place, drinking a beer and shopping in peace and quiet. All the gifts await me when I get home later today.

    I get to the upper section of the river and I'm the first person in the lot. As I dress, I hear two foxes in the distance calling each other in the dark. One is across the river high above the cliff and the other is the woods farther downstream. I can see the first glimpse of light to the east. I have a good feeling that I'll have a stretch to myself.

    I start my walk along the trail and today will be a warm day. Sadly there will be no snow this Christmas. As a matter of fact, we've barely had any snow so far and that's very unusual for the Alley as it's in the heart of the snowbelt. I reach the crossing point of the river and start wading across. I make it across and don't even bother fishing the first spot. I continue along the river and disappear into the woods. The trail snakes throught the woods and I veer off it towards the beginning the cliffs. This is where I'm going to fish. I promised my girlfriend that I would only fish until noon. It will take almost an hour to get home and pack and drive to her house south of Cleveland. 

    I've been fishing the streams along Steelhead Alley for nearly 20 years, ever since I moved here from Western Canada in 1998. Back then I wasn't as savvy I was today. I fished back in Canada, but steelhead wasn't my quarry. The nearest steelhead river from my home town of Sudbury, Ontario was the St. Mary's River which was 195 miles to the west. I was content to the fish the local lakes and streams for pike, walleye, and brook trout. 

    But, I quickly caught the steelhead bug after hearing stories of the abundant numbers of fish in the local streams. Over the years, I learned from trail and error, voraciously reading books and articles about Lake Erie steelhead, and studying maps of the rivers. I fished as much as possible and hiked countless miles along the Rocky, Chagrin, Vermilion, Conneaut, and Grand. 23 years later, I have a little more gray in my hair, wrinkles around my eyes, and I can tell nearly every hole, pool, and cut from Harperfield dam all the way down to the Fairport Harbor. 

    From my starting point I look up river and I can see 2 anglers fishing the first spot. I don't think they'll venture down where at I'm this morning. The number of people fishing for steelhead has exploded over the years, much to the chagrin of the veterans who reminisce about the good ole days of rarely seeing other anglers. I don't have pity on those who complain about the crowds and are unwilling to venture past the first pool or riffle. Others have complained that social media has ruined the fishery. I have mixed feelings on that one, because without social media the rivers would still be crowded due to word of mouth and plus there's over 2 million people living around and along Steelhead Alley. But, I'm not the one to plaster my outings on Facebook and I'm very tight lipped on who I share my trips with. The best steelheaders I know can keep their egos in checks. 

    I settle in and the river is flowing lazily. The hemlocks and icicles along the cliffs give off a festive vibe. But it's the quiet that I enjoy the most. There's times when I enjoy fishing with the guys, but most of the time I prefer to go solo. Today is one of those of days. Somewhere in the murky depths, there's steelhead hugging the bottom. I watch the speed of the bubbles. From knowledge, I have a good idea where the shale ledges gradually fall off. Where the bubbles line is the slowest is where I want to target. Since the flow is slower and the water is colder, I want to use a fairly thin float. I reach into my side pack and it's bursting at the seams with boxes, jars of sacs, and floats. The savvy steelheader has a complete arsenal of tackle. I have jigs, beads, soft baits, and of course sacs. Anything to give me an edge. 

    But, I mostly use sacs and I put on a white one. I'm curious to see how this latest batch of cured eggs will work. This batch I used brown sugar instead of white and I have the line set to 4' deep and I gently cast half way out. I mend the line and move it in more to get it into the zone. I work the front section along the cliffs and I'm constantly making adjustments. I chuck the white sac for a pink one and I'll continue the process until I get a take. So far white, pink, and red haven't worked. So grab a chartreuse one and I know that color often works well in colder water. The bright hue will often shake a steelhead out his winter stupor. I cast out and 20' downstream I see the float pop and eventually go under. I set the hook and I feel the rod throb. Eventhough the water temperature is in the mid 30s, the fish rips off across the river. The fight is fairly quick and I steer the fish along the rocks. It's a male in his spawning colors. The dark charcoal hues mixed with reds along his body and rosy cheeks. He's very stout and athletic looking. After the spring spawn, he'll be a former shell of himself. Unfortunately, I lost my hemostats, so I have to use my fingers which isn't fun because of the fishes needle sharp teeth. Hope there's a new pair of hemostats tomorrow morning. I gently push the fish out and it bolts back into the depths. 

    I've dialed in where exactly the fish are and it' the classic winter holding spots. Working along the edges of the currents and towards the tail end. It's a mixed bag of males and females, all of them on the large size. For the past few years, the division of wildlife has been stocking the Chambers Creek and Ganaraska strain from Wisconsin. Before that it was the Manistee strain from Michigan. I've noticed that the latest strain seems to head up river a lot sooner than the previous strains. From my journals I've noted catching steelhead on the upper stretches as early as October. The mindset of many steelheaders is to fish low early in the season and go high in the spring. 

    I've moved farther down and here the river moves a little faster. Here I can get relief from the cold water as I'm standing on the bank. During the warmer months, the sedges can be taller than 3'. There's no trees to hamper my casting. I continue to pick off fish at the tail out. I look at the time and it's 10:30, I have another hour and half. I'm almost at the end of the cliffs before the river makes a 90 degree angle and flows down to another set of cliffs. This last spot was great years ago, but now it rarely holds fish because of changes to the bottom. This is life on the Alley as many spots come and go. The constant erosion of banks and floods move gravel, clay, and trees. It's a constant relearning that will never end. 

    As expected I don't get a take and I start heading back upstream. The walk is fairly easy as in past years I would be huffing and puffing through a couple feet of snow. As I come out of the woods I see two anglers fishing the flat that I past up this morning. It's a decent spot, but it depends on the flow and today it wouldn't be ideal. The other spot above that is vacant and I decide to give it a shot. The other two anglers are gone and who knows if they were savvy and the bite was off or just a couple of greenhorns who didn't know where the fish are. I give myself 20 minutes to fish and I manage to catch 3 fish in that time. I can't complain about the outing as I got into double digits.

    When I first started, I rarely got into double digits. I was lucky to catch to couple fish here and there. Most of the time I would go home skunked. But I continue to plug away learning from mistakes and picking the brains of the old timers. I credit a lot of that to Don Mathews a long time Steelhead Alley guide that I meet on the Elk twenty years ago. He was a wealth of information and was a mentor. Today, Don lives and guides in Florida after he retired from GM several years ago, but he stills guides along the Alley during the spring. From time to time I run into his long time partner Jeff who still guides on the eastern streams. However, it's my attention to detail that I credit to my success today. 

    I pull out of the parking lot and see about 6 anglers fishing at the base of the new dam. The dam is lower, but it's still too high for fish to make it over. I head up the hill and it's a short drive to I-90. On the way back I cross over the Chagrin River and I can see people lined up along the river down to the old dam. The skies are bright and you ask for a nicer day. I'll be off next week and most likely head back to the Grand. 

    I hope I do get those hemostats because my finger and thumb are a mess.