Today I hit the pong again using a Lefty deceiver in all yellow deer hair and flash and had what looked like a yellow perch hit it immediately, and soon after I caught this other 13 inch bass.
These posts will chronicle my journey as a fatally nostalgic masochist. I am continually drawn to the "old ways" and history, methods, and means of the low technology past.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Lunchtime Bass and Bluegill on the yellow Lefty's Deceiver
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Some Lunchtime Bass Action
Having a small farm pond on my work campus is a very sweet benefit of my job. I managed to get away for my lunch break and practice a little casting with my 8 wt. I had on a yellow Clouser minnow I tied and ended up catching 3 small largemouth in the 12-13 inch range.
It was a fun excursion and I was getting a decent cast out of the 8 wt to around 35 feet or so with the heavy Clouser. Those fish would have been a blast on the 3wt. I may have to try that sometime.
I'm getting excited for my family vacation at Deep Creek Lake this summer. I hope to catch a few smallmouth and perhaps a northern pike or two from the kayak.
Monday, May 19, 2025
Baltimore Bowman Traditional Classic Bow Shoot and Some Natural Trout Fishing
This past four-day weekend was an active one for me and I am
feeling my age this morning. Several cups
of coffee are helping to recall the events so here goes.
Thursday and Friday had me driving the hour and a half to
Baltimore morning and night to attend the shoot. I started out on Thursday shooting 2 courses
solo with my 60 plus pound Sagittarius bow before I started to get very
sore. I am just not used to shooting so
much with the heavy. I did well and was
hitting them super especially the couple elk targets that I really focused on
in preparation for my upcoming Idah hunt.
I was enjoying the "no crowds" part and was launching arrows constantly.
I had planned on fishing the nearby lower gunpowder river but
ended up not bringing my fly gear as even the small mountain streams near my
home were at major flood stage from all the recent rains and storms. I took a lunch break and explored the river
and was shocked to find it low and clear as the upstream damn had controlled
the runoff.
I chatted with an older gentleman toting a fly rod and pipe, and he told me that there was mainly just sunfish he caught. I could see no sign of trout that were
apparently stocked months ago. Oh well.
The next day had hot and humid conditions but fellow elk
chaser Dave as well as my brother with his pooch Levon, and fellow Sunset Hill
shooter Evan attended the shoot. I shot
3 more courses doing very well with my lighter draw weight Northern Mist
longbow. The weather and mud kept the
crowds down and we had a blast shooting hundreds of arrows. Calling head shots on turkey targets and challenging
each other. Was a blast.
Everyone had so much fun the next day (Saturday) found the
group (except for Evan) back again, as well as Chris’s wife who was along for the
hike, my son Garrett (whom I dragged), and Dave’s dog Lilly (who got along
marvelously with Levon).
Garrett started out not being thrilled as he had not shot
the bow in a few years, having no interest.
I had the lefty geared up with a 35-pound old Bear dual shelf static 53-inch
fiberglass kids bow with proper arrows, my old converted LH Howard Hill quiver,
and new arm guard and softer kangaroo crossover glove. He didn’t want to listen to any of my “advice”,
so I just let him shoot. He struggled at first but then started nailing some surprising shots. I kept telling him to slow down, but he was
doing well despite not anchoring at all.
Later he told me, “I don’t aim.”
I think he only lost 2 arrows the entire day! His form looked pretty good for no
instructions except for the not anchoring part.
In this photo you can
see a big boar with Garrett’s “kid” arrow in the heart!. The smaller pig also has one just a bit
high. He was doing great.
Here are a few pictures of the whole gang and the Ragan brothers
collecting some arrows.
The shoot was hot and exhausting, but I think even Garrett
had fun. He would never say so though. I know he was proud of his shooting on a
bunch of those targets.
I decided to forgo the Sunday shoot to head to Thurmont in
order to fly fish a local catch and return stream that held naturally
reproducing trout. The little stream was
running high, but clarity was good enough.
Caught all fish on the point fly deep and ended with a dozen landed, including a 12-inch chunk brown and a 14-inch rainbow. Some of the fish were so small they went
through the larger holes on my landing net.
I tied a few more weighted soft hackles to replace what I
donated to the trees and a rock.




