dimanche 18 février 2018

Završila je još jedna potraga za kupskim blagom, glavaticom!


Piše i snimio: Igor Miskulin

 
Završila je još jedna potraga za kupskim blagom, glavaticom!

Pronašao sam ga i u ovoj sezoni i sve to zlato vratio nazad gdje i pripada... među sedrene brzake, u pjenu slapa, u tamnozelene dubine, spustio ga iz ruku na jantarne odsjaje šljunka u plićaku Kupe. Prošao sam i ove zime kilometre obale, lomeći se po teškom terenu, često pratio samo trag srneće divljači i pokojeg jelena ( jer životinje nepogrešivo biraju najlakši put)...


Situacija s glavaticom je dobra čak i vrlo dobra. ALI... krhko je to stanje i uvijek na granici, samo jedna brana hidrocentrale ( u planu je čak sedam) uništit će zauvijek tu čaroliju.

Iznimno je važna glavatica, poput risa,vuka, medvjeda, to nije bilo kakva riba. Njeno stanište, hladne i brze planinske rijeke ubrzano nestaju izgradnjom hidrocentrala. Kupa je naš posljednji Mohikanac, divljački smo je uništili u Dobri kao i njezin cijeli predivan ekosustav. STOP HIDROCENTRALAMA, one su ubojice rijeka, to nije zelena energija!



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vendredi 16 février 2018

The Friday Funhouse


The Video of the Week

If you don't know Andy Foster -- former president of ORCA -- watch this video as he gives a great overview of antique fishing reels.


12 Thing I Would Buy If Only I Could Afford Them

Holy moly are these two Tuna Jigs blowing up!



This is a really intricately engraved Winchester #2644 Reel.



This is another great Heddon 150.



This Heddon #900 in the box is driving the Heddon folks wild.



Storm Wiggle Warts are just plain hot right now.



I really love the Green Crackleback color especially on a Heddon River Runt.


A mint Penn Model 249 is a great find.



A Hildebrandt dealer display case is superb.



An early Pflueger Medalist #1392 is an iconic fly reel
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This Doug English Advertising Lure is incredible -- Doug gave them out every Christmas to friends and clients.



This CCBC Wagtail Chub is a nice find.



You don't see these Martin Triple Jointed Salmon Lures very often.



As always, have a great weekend -- and be good to each other, and yourself.

-- Dr. Todd


from Fishing for History: The History of Fishing and Fishing Tackle http://fishinghistory.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-friday-funhouse_16.html

lundi 12 février 2018

Ulov za pamćenje

Skijanje ili ribolov? Ima li više dileme nakon ovakvog ulova.

Najbolje stvari događaju se slučajno i neplanirano. Takav je bio i ovaj naš odlazak u Istru. Jaka bura u subotu nije nam dozvoljavala da se uputimo ranije na put. Malo smo se nećkali, dogovarali, nagovarali, pa smo na kraju ipak iskoristili nedjelju za trosatno putovanje do terena za ribolov brancina. Ratka smo dan ranije trebali dodatno motivirati da ide s nama, jer je birao između skijanja i ribičije. Još je i zaspao to jutro te tako skoro prespavao ulov života. Ekipa zvana 3ko (Tvrtko, Ratko i Zdravko) kreće na spontani put i sudbinski susret s rijetko viđenim brancinom, a u Istri nam se pridružuje i ribolovna legenda Masimo.

Spominjanje ribolovnih pozicija pomalo je nezahvalno. Ako se pročuje da se na nekom dijelu Jadrana dobro lovi, u idućem periodu teško je naći slobodno mjesto za ribolov, pa ćemo spomenuti da smo taj dan u tih par sati promijenili dva terena na kojima se ove sezone dobro love brancini i do vrhunca večeri ulovili tek par manjih primjeraka. Većini ribolovnog puka bit će jasno o kojim terenima je riječ, no ovdje stavljamo naglasak na ulov koji je ostvaren oko 21 h i to na pomalo čudan način. Ratko je u prethodnom prolazu osjetio trkac po varalici i ostao bez repića na svom Slit Shad silikoncu u Sexy Shad boji. Onako lijen da promjeni gumicu, nadajući se ponovnom grizu baca isti osakaćeni silikonac u more i par sekundi kasnije na udici ima ribu koja mu zadaje prilične probleme. Primam SOS poziv, nas trojica jurimo vidjeti o čemu se radi i pomoći mu u izvlačenju nemani. Pogled na ribu je očaravajući, ogromna silueta nazire se u tami.  Bez podmetača ne bi išlo, a s ovim kojeg smo imali bili smo u problemu s prihvatom ribe takvih dimenzija. Masimo je dobro snimio situaciju i na kraju uskočio u obližnji privezani čamac, pri čemu je ozlijedio rebra, ali na kraju ipak nekako s repa usačio brancina pozamašnih dimenzija, duljine 88 cm i težine 5.95 kg. Nesuđeni skijaš se tresao od uzbuđenja i svi smo bili ushićeni ulovom kojeg smo ovjekovječili s par noćnih fotografija. Ratko je ulov ostvario na Major Craft KG Evolution ST štap nosivosti 3-15 g, Daiwa upredenicu od 10 lb, FC Gosen predvez promjera 0.26 mm i na već spomenutu Sakura Slit Shad silikonsku ribicu u omiljenoj Sexy Shad boji. Slit Shad je silikonac bez kojeg više i ne putujemo na jug i u nebrojenim situacijama prilikom ribolova brancina dokazao je da vam uz njega drugi nisu ni potrebni.

Sakura Slit Shad u raznim duljinama i bojama.
Sakura Slit Shad (Sexy Shad) u ovoj situaciji ulovio je i bez repa.
Grupna fotografija za uspomenu. 4ko - Tvrtko, Ratko, Zdravko i Branko. Foto: Masimo Višković.


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vendredi 9 février 2018

The Friday Funhouse


The Video of the Week

If you've never been introduced to Lee Sisson, you need to check out this short video to learn how he impacted Bagley Baits.


12 Thing I Would Buy If Only I Could Afford Them

This is a BEAST of a Heddon Muky Lure.

I've seen a lot of Bear Creek decoys growing up in Northern Minnesota but I don't know if I've seen any that were this popular!

A Gold Ambassadeur 5500C is a great find!

This early wood minnow (possibly Woods?) has gotten a lot of interest.

I've always felt the Shakespeare underwater minnows like this Kazoo 3-Hook were greatly underrated.

You won't find a nicer Horton Meek #5 combo than this one!

English made baits are always fun to collect and this old Devon is no exception.

This Don Musso Needlefish is a rare example of saltwater lure craftsmanship.

Several things I like about this Zangi 3V. First, its a classic Italian spinning reel. Second, its in a Taico box -- a company best known for cheap Japanese imports. The American Import Co. (TAICO) did in fact import tackle from around the globe, not just Japan.

An old brass clamp reel is a classic early 19th century fishing reel. Kudos to the artistic photo!

Collectors need to recognize that these Hetzel Tuna Jigs are very collectable.

Give some love to this Central Wisconsin Bon-Net Musky Bait


As always, have a great weekend -- and be good to each other, and yourself.

-- Dr. Todd


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Little Brook Trout

It wasn’t long before Mason was propped on my back again on the trailhead to Upper Hazard Lake near McCall, ID. I heard it was the place to catch brook trout, and I've wanted to photograph more brookies for the passed three years. With Upper Hazard lake being an easy hike while toting a kid, off we went to prospect for trout.


We had struck gold on the hike up; that’s if you count berries as gold, and we certainly do.  The grouse whortleberry was in full harvest mode and plentiful. The little berry is roughly the size of a BB and hard to pluck off the plant rather than just smash it still attached. Still, as we hiked Gracy would stop and pick twenty or so berries at a time to feed Mason, who devoured them quickly with not so much as a thank you. When the small handfuls were gone, Mase would buck his legs lightly, kicking my side muttering little "mmmm, mmmm" sounds. We took that as his way of telling us he  wanted more.

Picking those little berries takes time, a lot of time, but it made the hike up fun for Mason. I took the little guy off my back after we had reached our destination, and gave him the best view of the lake as I rigged up to fish.


Gracy took Mason out of the pack to discover, once again, that he was quite the explorer. The first thing he did was run towards the lake to get in it, but Gracy was there to lead him the other way. Kiwi followed Mason closely. Not out of love, but waiting for the opportunity to pick up an inevitably dropped lunch item.


Both Gracy and Mason were enjoying some time around the lake, as I set off to fish.


Finding a spot to cast around a mountain lake can be a challenge in itself. I figured with brook trout in the lake I better tie on a smaller fly to start. The little green beetle is my go-to fly for such an occasion. The fly hit the surface of the water and out of the depths shot three little torpedo awards. A tiny mouth engulfed my fly, and a little hook-set did the trick. As the little fish fought to get away I realized I hadn’t even set my camera for underwater shots. A little slack in my line was all the fish needed to spit my fly, and off it swam as I set up my camera.


With as many fish that came up to hit my fly on the first cast, I wasn’t worried if I was going to catch another one. I fired my fly out onto the water and, of course, nothing took. I searched left and right with not so much as a hint of a fish. Where did they go? I asked myself sending my fly out again. Slam!
A hit!
This time I was ready for pictures. I took my camera out and flicked it on. The fish was going crazy as I held it out at arms length, but I still took some shots.


I easily took over one hundred shots of fish before realizing the shutter speed was still a little too fast, and my pictures were coming out dark.

A slight adjustment corrected the problem, and this time I could easily see the fish on the small monitor of the camera.


Taking pictures of fish can be a real pain. First off they don’t like to stay still, therefore 80% of the photos end up blurry or with only a quarter of the fish in the shot. However, when a shot does turn out, to me it is worth the effort.









With over a thousand shot taken, I had confidence that at least one would turn out, and there was still plenty of time left in the day.  On the hike around the lake I ran into a multitude of huckleberry bushes that were ready for picking. I knew Mason would love them, so I did something I never thought I would do. I stopped fishing.

I found both Mom and Mason not far from where I had stopped. They were on their way to come and see me when they too had discovered the huckleberries.
“Hey!” I said happily, not expecting to see them this far around the lake.
“This kid.” Gracy said, playfully.
“What?”
“He won’t stop eating huckleberries. Look what happens when there are no more.”
I watched Mason happily plucked the last berry from his mom's hand and pop it into his mouth.


Almost immediately after he had stuck the berry in his mouth, Mason was looking for another one. He grabbed his mom’s hand and lifted it up to to check if there were any huckleberries underneath it. Upon discovering there were none he dropped her hand and started to shake his fist at her while making the "Mmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm" sound.  Gracy started picking more, but it wasn’t fast enough for Mase. He started to hyperventilate with anticipation, shaking his hand at his mom all the while.
“Jiminy Christmas!” I said, picking a huckleberry and handing it to my kid. Before this moment he had yet to recognized my existence, but with a berry in my hand I became someone of importance.


“Okay, man, come over here. We are going to catch a fish together.” I said, and brought Mason over to the bank. I held up my fly rod and Mason grabbed the cork with his huckleberry stained fingers.

With the lightest flick, Mason and I prepared a roll cast to send the little green beetle out into the lake. I was surprised that he had the patience to watch as I gave the beetle a little twitch, and had to make another cast. Still his little eyes were fixed on the fly, and finally a fish hit.
“There it is, man!” I said, and together we reeled in his fish.


Mason was happy to see the fish and went to touch it, but the little brook trout flopped itself off the hook. It landed in the tall grass near Mason’s feet, and by the time I got my fingers under its body it had to go back into the water. A little flick of my hand shot the fish into the water, and we all watched as it flicked its tail once, twice, and after a third flick it was gone. Mason struggled to get into the lake after the fish, but Gracy held him tight. The walk back to the car seemed long due to Mason's need for more berries. But I am happy to report that we made it all the way home without any berry “blowouts” from Mason in his car seat. Instead he waited until the next morning after breakfast. What a purple mess.

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