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April 22, 2010

Brown Trout Fishing – White River… yup, it’s good!

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Brown Trout Fishing, Steve B, White River at His Place Resort

Brown Trout Fishing, Steve B, White River at His Place Resort

Steve B. shows off his beautiful hookjaw (male) Brown Trout fishing near Cotter.  This Trout was released unharmed, of course…  Great job, Steve!  I told you I’d make you famous!  As you can see from the photo, this trout is ready to go back in the river, folks!

I thought this was a great photo to give you a little fishing report.  The Brown’s have really been working on all 4 of my favorite colors of Rapala Countdowns – Gold/Black, Silver/Black, Brown Trout, Rainbow Trout patterns in sizes 7 & 9.

Also working well is the 3″ Smelt, which is an artificial, scented product.  It looks like a dead minnow, with a dark charcoal back and a light, almost white, underside.  Just hook those through the head and run them on a standard river rig.  Brown Trout think they are so yummy!

White River Trout Fishing at it’s finest at His Place Resort in Cotter, AR – Trout Capital USA!

See you on the River, folks!

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April 12, 2010

Trout and Tennis Shoes

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Well, this gnarly little Brown Trout almost got the better of the Trout Diva tonight! I was down by the boat ramp again, just before sunset… I was using an orange & black Rapala deep runner, size 9, and slam! I knew I had a good fish on…

Brown Trout on the White River at His Place Resort

Brown Trout on the White River at His Place Resort

So, I let it run for a little bit, as I tried to fight it back toward the bank where I was standing. Then, all of a sudden, it was just like I hit a rock. You know what I’m talking about. That trout had gotten behind a rock, and there was absolutely nothing I could do.
I kept pressure on the line for about 10 minutes. Nothing…
Sometimes, as you probably already know, trout will go down and rub their mouth against something in an attempt to get the hook out; often this tactic is successful and they get away. But, not only did I NOT want to throw in the towel, but I did not want to lose that $10 lure, either!
So, I kicked the switch on my reel so I could Spool backwards & let out line. I climbed back up the bank, & into the yard by cabin 12 and just started pulling as hard as I could.
All of a sudden, I felt slack. I started to say bad words, because I thought I had broken it off! But, then, I felt that shake and it started running again!
I had that trout loose and I had not broke it off!!! about another five minutes, and I had her to the bank. I was actually a little bit afraid, because I had really played this fish hard, and after I got the lure out of her mouth, she was trying to float on her side – this is not a good sign!
So, in my brand-new pair of $120 tennis shoes, into the River I go to properly revive the fish. I got a couple of pictures with my Blackberry phone while doing so.

Brown Trout on the White River at His Place Resort

Brown Trout on the White River at His Place Resort

She was only about 22 inches, definitely a respectable fish, but certainly not a monster… but let me tell you what!  This trout had some serious fight in it! It took about 10-15 minutes of me trying to revive her, and then she tried to bite me.
Typically, when they feel good enough to thrash around and try to bite you – you can rest assured that they will be fine! LOL!
Anyway, have a good evening y’all! Trout Diva is now going to try and revive her tennis shoes…

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November 24, 2009

I’ve got a Golden Ticket!!!

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‘Cause I’ve got a golden ticket…  I’ve got a golden chance to make my way…  And with a golden ticket, it’s a golden day!

OK, OK…  I haven’t really lost it; not completely, anyway.  Although, over the last couple of weeks, I really thought some of y’all had!  I’m sorry, really I am…  There have been a couple of people tell me that they’ve caught this bright “golden” trout.  Honestly, I thought they were just having trouble identifying a cutthroat, or perhaps they’d happened upon one of the long-forgotten moonshine stills rumored to still be in operation in the nearby hills…

But, you were right!  I was wrong…  There, I said it, OK???  Trout Diva was wrong!  Put it down in your diaries boys & girls, because you won’t hear those words coming from the Trout Diva too often!

So, what IS going on with these weird, beautiful new trout in the White River???  Is it a freak of nature?  Have the mad scientists been tweaking the genome of trout for some wonderful, new fishing experience for you?
Well, yes to both questions, really…

AGFC, in order to make up for the shortfalls of hatchery production last year, have purchased and introduced Golden Rainbow Trout into the White River.  Jeff Williams, our Trout Biologist at AGFC, told me this at our last Outfitter’s meeting.  Here’s a photo of one caught a little bit upriver from me; photo courtesy of Phyllis at Wildcat Shoals.  Check it out!

GoldenRainbowTrout

OK, so just exactly what are these trout and where did they come from?  Let me start by telling you what they are not…

They are not Golden Trout (Oncorhynchus aguabonita).  A Golden Rainbow Trout’s scientific designation is identical to that of the Rainbow Trout (Oncorhynchus mykiss) you’re all familiar with.  This is because they were created (or engineered, depending on your point of view) from a naturally occurring color variation of your “run-of-the-mill” Rainbow Trout.

Yes, from what I could find out, all “West Virginia Golden Rainbow Trout” originated from “Eve”, a single female trout; a true genetic “Super Freak” of nature that occurred in 1954 in West Virginia, hence the name.  Pretty cool, huh?

(Yes, Trout Diva is listening to old 70’s & 80’s funk this morning…  can you tell?  It’s good for you every once in awhile…  That Rick James song will now be playing in your head all day, too, as it will be in mine…  I had to turn it on to chase the Willy Wonka “Golden Ticket” song out of my head…)

This is where the mad scientists jumped in…  They took one look at this captured female and thought, “Wow…  this is cool…  Let’s make some more!”  It took several generations of selective breeding to create the true, breeding Golden Rainbow Trout.

So, you think you’ve seen these before?  You called them a Palomino Trout?  Nope…  They’re not Palomino Trout, either…  not exactly…

The result of a “true” Golden Rainbow Trout crossed with a normal Rainbow Trout is today called a Palomino Trout, (still an Oncorhynchus mykiss) which is typically much lighter in color than a Golden Rainbow Trout.

However, when you remember that all Golden Rainbow Trout came from our single, super-freaky female that was crossed with normal Rainbow Trout, (how we get Palominos today) the distinction does become fuzzier and less relevant the further back you trace their origin.  Gotta love those mad scientists!  You GO, you genome-tweakin’ maniacs, you!  Cool stuff!

So, now to address a more practical matter; one might wonder how the game wardens view these trout when looking at harvest regulations, posession limits, etc.  They’re to be treated just like Rainbow Trout.  All the same regulations apply.

However, they’re SO cool looking that the Trout Diva hopes you will not harvest them so others can get a chance to see one!  Just take a picture, give it a quick kiss, and put it back!

They have enough going against them, anyway.  Think about it for a minute…  They are bright!  You can see them half-way across the river.  And so can the Great Blue Herons…  and the Bald Eagles…  and other Brown Trout.  Although there is no scientific evidence I can find to reference at this time; common sense would clearly indicate that the survivability of these trout would be substantially lower; they just do not “blend in” to their surroundings at all.

But CAN they be successful?  Well, apparently they can; at least they have been in some other locations…  check out this “mature” Golden Rainbow Trout at 13 lb, 4 oz.

Mature Golden Rainbow Trout

Mature Golden Rainbow Trout

Now, THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about!  At this point, of course, no one really knows if they have the potential to get this large in the White River…  But, hey…  We grow huge trout here, so maybe someday we’ll see something of this size.  Why not?

Anyway, just wanted to share this information with you…  Just add this potential experience to the long list of reasons to come and visit us on the White River, in the Arkansas Ozarks.

The Trout Diva awaits your arrival…

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August 26, 2009

Cowboy Collie

Filed under: Ozarks stories, Trout Fishing — Tags: , , — admin @ 11:01 am

Well, you know what they say;  the more things change, the more they stay the same.  Even back in the 50’s, there was “division”, if you will, between those who bait fish and those who fly fish. 

It’s only fitting that  my Dad would write about bridging that gap over 50 years ago, and finding common ground with others who truly love the White River, even if only for a day.  It’s just the kind of man he is. 

We could all learn something from him.

I’ll let him tell y’all about it in his own words…  enjoy!

COWBOY COLLIE

By Bob Watts 

Cowboy Collie in 1955 at the Cotter Big Spring Park Cowboy Collie in 1955 at the Cotter Big Spring Park

He was a big man, about 60, and always wore overalls and a wide brimmed straw hat.  Lived right there in Cotter along with his two fox hounds.  Apparently no wife.  Walked with a limp caused by supposedly trying to ride a buffalo in a small circus back in his younger days.  He fished the river about twice a week and had the reputation of catching more big trout than just about anyone else.

He kept about every trout he caught over about 2 lbs.  Some would probably have gone at least 5.  So what could one man do with all those trout?  Well, sad to say, he fed ‘em to his fox hounds.  Now that didn’t go over too well with a lot of the locals, especially the fishing guides, whose livelihood depended on tourists coming down there and all hoping to catch a big trout.  Cowboy simply said he didn’t like the taste of trout and was sorry they ever built the dam.

I first noticed Cowboy in a restaurant located on the ground floor of the Waverly Hotel in Cotter.  I usually had breakfast there about 6:30 a.m. and he would often be there having coffee.  We never spoke.  Believe one reason is that some of the locals figured that I might be a secret agent for the ATF.  (Alcohol, Tobacco, & Firearms Dept) Yes, there were still several illegal stills operating in the surrounding hills

One morning, all of a sudden, he finally spoke to me.   “Well, young man, have you been getting your share of the big ‘uns?”  I could hardly believe he spoke to me.  I replied something like “Well, I get a big one occasionally, but sure haven’t learned how to catch ‘em like you do”.  (right out of Dale Carnegie).  Apparently, I said the right thing. 

“Well, I’m going out in about 30 minutes, If you want to come along, meet me at Millers (the trout dock) in 30 minutes and don’t be late.”  Then, as he was walking out the door, he turned and said, “And don’t be bringing that switch you use.  I got all the tackle we’ll need.”

Holy smoke!  I just got invited to go fishing with the best big trout fisherman on the whole river.  And if that wasn’t good enough, I now had a new name for my very expensive fly rod – a switch…  Oh well.

When I got to the trout dock, Cowboy was already in his boat bailing it out.  Since the boat was kept in a covered dock, assumed it leaked.  My first impression of the boat was that it was probably built around the beginning of time.  There were some random splotches of a dull green color along the sides of the boat.  Probably some very old green paint that had not yet fallen off, or some mold.  I was leaning toward the mold, but before I could figure this one out, up the river we were going.

We stopped in some quiet water just off the main current.  Cowboy threw out the anchor which was made from a Folgers coffee can filled with cement with an eye protruding out of the cement.  Ohh-kay.  Next he handed a rod and reel which could have handled at least a hundred lb. fish.  Then, here came the bait.  It was a peeled crawdad tail.  Turned out that was the only bait he ever used!

Well, we hadn’t been there 5 minutes when here came a boat with 3 locals in it.  One of ‘em hollered out something like, “You want one this morning?”  Cowboy replied in the affirmative.  Well, one what?  Didn’t ask, as I had already learned that the less questions I asked down in that country the better.  Saw Cowboy look at his watch and then it was back to fishing. 

Now would like to tell all of you that we proceeded to catch a lot of big trout, but we didn’t.  Guess even Cowboy had some bad days.  After about 45 minutes, the largest trout we (actually Cowboy) caught was about 2 lbs.  During this time, I did notice Cowboy check the time on his wrist watch several times.  At one time, I thought I saw a Mickey Mouse imprint on his watch, but no.  Surely not.  He also started shading his eyes and looking upstream. 

All of a sudden, Cowboy said, “O.K.  Bring in your bait.  We’re moving.”  He then headed straight out to the main current and kept his outboard running at just the speed necessary to keep us from going either upstream or down.  Yes, he kept shading his eyes and looking upstream.  Then I saw something that was round and green floating down with the current.  Cowboy suddenly grabbed his oversize landing net and netted – are you ready for this – a small watermelon!

Apparently, the 3 locals knew of a watermelon patch up the river somewhere and picked out a few.  One was for Cowboy which they promptly threw in the river.  Hey, thanks guys.  The watermelon was delicious!

So here I was, in a boat that made ugly look good, with an old man who, after one glance, you just knew owned the boat, fishing with tackle that was an insult to all rainbow trout, using peeled crawdad tails which was, and still is, absolutely forbidden by all snobbish fly fisherman like myself, eating watermelon, and with my shirt stained all down the front with watermelon juice.  My napkin happened to be what I was wearing.  Come to think about it, my shirt wasn’t all that clean before the watermelon came along.

Anyhow, all I needed now was to have one of my fly fishing friends come by in a boat & see me.  I mean, how embarrassing would that be?  I would probably never hear the end of it.  Oh, well.  So kept right on fishing (if you can call it that) and almost before I knew it, it was a little after 12 & the water started rising.  Now Cowboy would not fish in high water, so off we took to go back to the dock. 

On the way, got to thinking.  I really had a great time that day.  Got invited to go fishing with a man who was close to being a legend in his own time.  The weather was great and the scenery was outstanding.  Got kicked off my fly fishing high horse and landed with only minor pain which soon went away.  Saw a brand new way to order watermelon.  Guess not too many people have ever seen anything like that.  And to top it all off, realized that the fact that we did not have a very good fishing day was really not all that important.

Oh well, as the old saying goes, live and learn…

July 7, 2009

Trout Diva Gets REEL Lucky

Filed under: Trout Fishing — Tags: , , , — admin @ 10:04 pm

It’s Better To Be Lucky…

You know, it really IS better to be lucky than it is to be good…  I say that because nothing short of being extremely lucky (except possibly Divine Intervention) could explain the story I’m about to tell ‘ya…

OK, so it’s my “quiet time” a few nights ago…  It’s been really busy, so when I can pull it off, even if it’s only for a half hour or so, I’ll just go down to the dock to relax and wet a line.  I’m a high-water fan myself, and in the evenings the water’s been up for the last few nights, so it was just how I like it…

Just to be comfortable, I sit in one of our rental boats, which I tied up so I’d just hang off the back of the dock.  It’s about 7:30 or so, and it’s gettin’ dark by9:00.  I decide to use a large lure, as I’m hopin’ to pick up something a little nicer.  I had a new Rapala Shad-Rap Deep Runner SR-7 in Crawdad color I wanted to try; so I tied it on and started throwin’ it out toward the bank.

Took a little bit to get used to it, because as the name of that lure implies, it tends to really run deep, and even sitting stationary in 7 generators I managed to get it into the coontail moss on the bottom of the river several times before I figured out how it wanted to run.

I’d been spottin’ a couple of larger Browns out from our Observation Deck, below the tube where AGFC stocks the trout. 

(That’s why the Browns hang out there to begin with, btw…  They hear the ole stockin’ truck rollin’ up and they just sit at the bottom of the tube, with their big mouths open, and just gobble up what comes out!)

So, I’d just been sittin’ there for about 20 minutes or so, and I’d only had 1 strike, and was actually fixin’ to call it a night.  But, you know how it is…  just ONE more cast…  was that a hit?  Could’ve been a hit, maybe… OK, maybe just one more cast…  wait, got into the moss…  that one doesn’t count!  OK, this is really going to be my FINAL cast.

And then, SLAM!  I had something on, and I knew it was a good one…  Then, it took off down river.  My drag was set pretty tight, and that fish was just yankin’ line off…  FLAMES and SMOKE were comin’ off my reel as this fish had decided it didn’t want anything to do with me!

I had to just let it run for awhile, because any attempt at reeling at this point was just spinnin’ it over the gears of the reel.  I let it swim a bit, then I tightened the drag a little more and started tryin’ to fight it.

I was havin’ a blast!  After awhile, I thought to myself, “Wow!  This trout is pullin’ so hard it feels like I’m bein’ dragged down river!” 

That’s when I noticed it…  The observation deck, which is a little bit down river of where I’m sittin’ tied up off the dock is now BESIDE me instead of down river of me…

Uh-oh… (That is the PG version of what was going through my mind at the moment…)

I turned around, and sure enough, I’d come untied…  Yup, that fish was pullin’ hard enough that the knot I’d used to tie myself off the back of the dock had come undone!

I quickly attempt to evaluate my situation… 

I have a big fish on.  Check…
This fish is fightin’, changin’ direction, strippin’ my line off my reel.  Check…
The fog is comin’ in really thick.  Check…
A heavy patch I can’t see into at all is less than 50 feet away.  Check…
It’s almost dark.  Check…
The motor is in the upright/locked position.  Check…
The fuel line is not connected.  Check…
No immediate assistance is available.   Check…
Is there any way I can blame this on my husband?  No.  %^$*&^!!!  Check…

My final assessment of my situation?  NOT GOOD!

So, what to do???  I really don’t want to lose this fish!!!  For a split second, I think if I drift close enough to the launch ramp I’ll abandon ship and worry about getting the boat later!  No, No, No…  not a rational thought.  Besides, I’d have to explain that brilliant piece of logic to Lord Vader after the fact…  Hmmm… Not a conversation I’m wanting to have with my husband!

OK, OK, I can do this…  I wait a bit longer until the fish momentarily quits running.  I put the rod under my left arm and try to get the motor down.  This is nearly impossible for me with one arm, those 4-strokes are kind of heavy, but I manage to do it. 

The sound of the motor clunking down makes the fish take off again, almost yankin’ the rod out from under my arm and out of the boat…  but, I got it.  I got it.  Man, I need about 3 more hands at this point…

OK, fuel line next…  I always have trouble getting these dang things connected even in broad daylight with 2 hands free, but I finally manage to get it.  OK, pump the fuel line…  got it.  Timing advance, out…  OK.  Prime the motor.  Yup, all good…

Now, fire it up.  Just as I tried to start the motor, the fish takes off again, and I almost lose the rod for about the third time, now…  OK, stop what you’re doing for a minute…  Fight the fish… 

OK, NOW start the motor.  Starts on 2nd pull.  OK, this is good. 

But, wait a minute…

Here’s where I start thinkin’ about the 3 Stooges… 

Yep, that’s right…  The 3 Stooges.  It’s pretty interesting where your mind goes in times of extreme trout fishing stress…  But, yeah…  I’m thinkin’ how ridiculous I must look at this point, and that I AM the 3 Stooges all wrapped up into ONE!  It would have been pretty dang funny on videotape, folks. 

Think about it for a minute…

I’m floating down river.  I’m also facing DOWN river.  Rod in left hand.  Motor tiller in right.  OK, this is not gonna work, Julie…  I need to be facing UP river so I can see where I’m going!  I need to get turned around, switch hands with the rod and tiller. 

Sounds simple, right?  Not so much!!!  Fish is freakin’ hearing the motor run, and is directly behind the boat at this point.  I about lose the rod again trying to get turned around, but finally manage to do it.

OK, this is better.  Facing the right way, rod in my right hand, operating the motor with left, starting to motor back to the dock.  But, every time I start pullin’ this fish back to the dock, he runs again…  Put the boat back in neutral and let him swim awhile…  OK, back into gear again…

This goes on for another 10 minutes or so, and I get back to the dock…  I re-tie the boat and try to bring the fish the rest of the way in.  I thought I had him a couple of times, but every time he sees the net, he spools back out. 

OK…  I think I have him this time…  I try (for about the 5th time) to get the net under him…  I almost have him and this crazy fish had ONE more trick left in him, and he did the “alligator death roll” on me, and spit that hook right out! 

That’s where the REAL luck (or maybe the REEL luck) kicked in.  That fish dropped right into the net, folks…  Right smack dab into the net…  Yup, I had him!  I couldn’t believe it!

Put him right in the livewell.  Watched him for a minute to make sure he was OK, and then went and got Steve.  This picture, unfortunately, is terrible, but you can still see this is a nice fish.  Between Steve’s green hat light, and the flourescent light on the dock, the camera just kind of freaked…

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It was probably only about 9 lb, not a monster, but a truly respectable fish. 

I’ve never had a trout give me a better fight than this guy!!!

And I’ve never felt so lucky to have landed one, either… 

Like I said, It REEL-Y IS Better to be Lucky Than It Is To Be Good!

Your White River Trout Diva

July 5, 2009

Trout Diva Strut

You know, it takes all types to be a Trout Diva!  Now, most of us are goin’ to really rub it in when we whip up on ‘ya boys…  for a long, long time!  But, some Trout Divas play it a little more low-key.  They act all gracious, and truly humble… 

Well, until I’m done with them, anyway!

After all, catchin’ those big White River Trout just gives you an adrenaline rush that doesn’t mesh well with all that graciousness & humility nonsense… 

Besides that, not much feels better than showin’ up those men-folk who know more about fishin’ than we do…  am I right?

Do you remember that old Bob Seger song?  The one called, “Her Strut”?  Yeh, you do…  You remember it — goes like this:

She’s totally committed… 
to major independence…
But she’s a lady through and through…
She gives ‘em quite a battle!
All that they can handle…
She’ll bruise some, she’ll hurt some, too…
But, oh…  they love to watch her STRUT…
Oh…  they do respect her, but…
They love to watch her STRUT!
Oh…  they’ll kill to make the cut…
They LOVE to watch her STRUT!

Anyway, back to the story…

I just gotta tell ‘ya ’bout my Diva Joyce.  She’s one of those sweet, demure, good natured, and very humble ladies. 

Yeh, Yeh…  I agree…  I needed to put an end to that ASAP!

Well, I did my best to corrupt her, a just little bit, while she was fishing with her husband, James. 

Now, James is a great guy, to be sure — don’t get me wrong.  But, he deserved some ribbin’ after the major “Trout Fishin’ Smack-Down” Joyce put on him the other day… 

Lemme tell ‘ya how it all happened…

First day out with one of our guides, she got this really nice Rainbow.  She came up and told me about it like it was no big deal — wanted me to come take a picture.  Actually, if memory serves, she said that, “the guide wanted to know if maybe I wanted to take a picture…”  Yeah, right… 

So, I went down to take a picture, not really expecting much, and about fell off the dock.  Folks, I’d have been shoutin’ from the rooftops with a Rainbow like this!  The picture really doesn’t do it justice.  And all I got out of Joyce was this sweet, disarming grin. 

JoyceRainbowTrout3

Well, I really teased her because she was SO humble about it.  She started talking about how it was “just good luck”, it was because of the “great guide” (which truly did have something to do with it), how her husband must have brought her luck, etc., and tried to totally downplay her Diva-ness… 

I told her, “Hey, Joyce…  c’mon!”  THAT fish deserves a little STRUT, don’t you think?  Happy Fish Dance?  Something???  You need to be obnoxiously arrogant about it for at LEAST a week or two!”

She just kind of grinned at me, and went back to her cabin.  So, I razzed James a little bit as he walked back because I simply could not STAND the thought of him not appreciating just what a truly great Rainbow this was!  But he knew…  He absolutely knew…  Especially by the time I was done with him!  :-)

So, anyway, they go out the next day, too…

They’re out with Big John again, and she comes walkin’ into the tackle shop ’round lunch time…  She has this great grin on her face… 

She says, “Woops!  I did it again!  Got ‘yer camera, Julie???” 

That’s when I saw it…  The STRUT…  You know the strut I’m talkin’ about.  That’s the moment I started thinkin’ ’bout that old Bob Seger song… I knew she had it goin’ ON down on the boat dock! 

She was literally oozin’ tons of pure Trout Diva-ness…  Made me proud…  brought a tear to m’ eye…  So, I grab the camera and go down to the dock. 

I was expecting to see something nice, but definitely not THIS nice — I got a picture of the best Rainbow I’ve seen in a long time… 

Trout Diva Joyce...  yep, it's bigger than the first one...

Trout Diva Joyce... yep, it's bigger than the first one...

Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ ’bout!  Folks, you gotta understand…  This is the kind of Rainbow that you stop to thank Jesus personally, and if you listen carefully you can hear a choir of angels singing, “Hallelujah!”  OK, OK…  Well, it’s like that for me, anyway!

I don’t think Diva Joyce is gonna have any problems with that strut for awhile, folks…  Get a great fish like this once, maybe luck…  But, twice?  That’s pure Trout Diva-ness!

Strut on, sister Joyce!  Strut on, girl…  :-)  

And all the brethren said, “AMEN!”

Your White River Trout Diva

May 19, 2009

Trout Divas UNITE

Filed under: Trout Fishing — Tags: , , — admin @ 5:10 pm

So, you might be wondering how the fishing is lately… you probably already know how incredibly spoiled we are on the White River.  Fishing is seldom anything but good. 

But, please… Don’t take my word for it!  I’ll just let my Divas do the talking…

What Divas am I talking about?  Well, of course, I’m talking about all of my White River Trout Divas that have been here in the last couple of weeks.  Yes, the women have really been givin’ the men-folk a run for their money. 

From “Trout Divas in Training” to my one-and-only “Trout Diva Extraordinaire”, Ms. Frances, these women run the gamut in experience from novice to advanced.  Just goes to show you that regardless of your skill level, ladies do have a great time on the White River. 

But with all their differences, they have one thing in common…  they LOVE fishin’ for those Trout!

Diva Debi with her gorgeous Brown Trout

Diva Debi with her gorgeous Brown Trout

Check out Diva Debi…  and the look on her face…  yes, that’s a happy woman with that gorgeous Brown Trout!  That isn’t her first time on the White River, either.  She’s in a competition with Norma, whose Brown beat hers out by 1.5 inches…  the Diva-ON will continue into next year…

the Diva3, Divas Princess, Red & Amazon

the Diva3, Divas Princess, Red & Amazon

And now introducing “Diva3″, aka Diva Princess, Diva Red, and Diva Amazon.  They had a competition goin’ on with their husbands and would have won if their husbands hadn’t been cheatin’!  Uh-huh.  That’s exactly what I said, CHEATIN’!  Nope.  I didn’t stutter, not one bit!  The boys got into a mess of little tiny baby browns who didn’t know any better and would eat anything, and those boys actually COUNTED them!  But the Diva3, high-class act that they are, did not dispute the boys claim of high fish count for the day, but graciously let the men-folk think they were victorious.  By the way, Diva Princess was high fish count girl of the day…  She’s the one who doesn’t know how to fish…

White River Trout Diva & "Fly Girl", Diva Kim

White River Trout Diva & "Fly Girl", Diva Kim

Here we have a real “Fly Girl” — that’s our Diva Kim.  Check out this gorgeous Rainbow she caught on her fly rod!  Kim fishes all over the place, but really had her game on last week.  Close to 50 fish with her fly rod on her guide trip.

Diva Louann teaches her husband a thing or two...

Diva Louann teaches her husband a thing or two...

And another gorgeous Diva of the White…  Diva Louann with a beautiful Rainbow.  Check the color on that fish…  it’s beautiful, huh?  If memory serves, she put the hurt on her husband that day…  to which I say that her husband, Mike, is a very lucky man!

Just another day on the White for Diva Judi...

Just another day on the White for Diva Judi...

Next, we have Diva Judi, a regular to the White River.  What can I say other than she’s a gorgeous little fish magnet?  Sorry, guys, she’s happily married!  Over the years, Judi and her mom, Frances have become like family.  We love you!

White River Trout Diva Extraordinaire, Diva Frances

White River Trout Diva Extraordinaire, Diva Frances

And finally, the ONE…  the ONLY…  Trout Diva Extraordinaire…  Diva Frances!  If you go fishin’ with this woman, you better get it through your head right now.  She has absolutely killer competitive instincts, and she’s gonna beat you.  And she’s gonna do it every time.  It’s that simple.  She’ll give you that sweet, disarming smile, and act so gracious about the whole thing, too!  But, make no mistake, this quintessential White River Trout Diva has your number, buddy… 

And speaking of numbers…  I’ve had Frances picture up before…  and the calls flooded in…  Guys, I’m going to tell you ONE MORE TIME to stop calling me and asking for Frances’ phone number!  I’m NOT going to give it to you!!!

Movin’ on…

You know, I’ve been thinkin’…  all these women have more in common than just lovin’ fishin’…  perhaps even a secret plot for Trout Fishing World Domination???  I’m not tellin’ you that I know anything for sure, but I might say to the boys…  watch your step, now…

The Divas are out there…  and if they were to unite???  The repercussions could change the course of human history for thousands of years…

Oh…  While I’m thinkin’ ’bout it.  A word to the “wise men” reading this…  If you love to fish…  and you want your Diva to love you to go fishin’…  bring her to the White River where she’ll love to fish with you!  After all, it takes a man’s man to be with a real Trout Diva. 

Yes, she’s probably goin’ to “whup up on ‘ya” a little bit…  Guides will tell ‘ya that the girls have a natural ability to trout fish, and many first-time “Trout Divas in Training” either keep up with and often times out-do the more experienced men-folk. 

There are several theories on just why that is…  but exactly what those theories are don’t seem to come to mind at the moment…

Just don’t let it get ‘yer feathers ruffled, gents…  As your Diva taunts you and gloats about her trout over the next couple months, you ‘jes keep on a-tellin’ yourself, “It’s all part of my plan…  It’s all part of my plan…  It’s all part of my plan…” 

Then, you ‘jes smile…  Cuz you already know that she is…  and because of that, you’re gonna get to go fishin’ again…  real soon…

Besides that, if the Trout Divas ever do unite and take over the world, you bes’ be on their good side, don’t ‘ya think?

Your White River Trout Diva

April 2, 2009

Fishing the Changing Waters of the White River — Part 3

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Fang - Brown Trout on the White River

Fang - Brown Trout on the White River

Part 3: More Tips for 6-8

So, you’re out there…    You’re in 6 to 8 generators of water.  What would you look for?  Of course, it’s always helpful to know what the river bottom is like when the water is low.  The trout will come out of those deeper holes in the bigger water, because once again, they’re just not as spooked and they’ll try to get meals without expending any unnecessary energy.  So, they’ll try to look for some slower water.

Grass & moss beds that are out of the water when no generators are running will often hold fish when the water’s up – often larger ones, who will sit in the slightly lower areas waiting for their next meal to drift by.  The water is often quite a bit slower on an inside bend, or maybe on a gravel bar behind some kind of island or other obstruction.

They may also take advantage of creek mouths or sloughs where the water is relatively slack, but they can quickly get back into the current if they see something interesting. 

And yes, of course, they’ll get into and behind trees, snags or root beds close to the bank, which can offer them some semblance of protection while they stalk their prey.  Remember,  just as you are taking advantage of premium conditions for stalking your prey, the larger trout are trying to take advantage of those same conditions for stalking their prey!

Here’s something else that might surprise you a little bit.  If you’re fishing in 6 to 8 generators, there may have been rain recently.  If so, you might have some mud-lines at the edges of the river from various feeder creeks.  Many folks avoid them.  Typically, this is because Rainbows will avoid them. 

But, guess what?  Mud-lines do not seem to bother brown trout much at all.  They’ll often intentionally sit inside the muddy water, and come out into the clearer water to grab a snack.  And, sometimes, they’ll just stay right in that muddy water and depend on the shadow and motion of what you’re presenting to decide if they want it for dinner or not! 

It is a fact that brown trout have more of the cone receptors in their eyes, so they do see better than rainbows, for example.  I’m just guessing here, but it could have something to do with the fact that they don’t avoid muddy water like other trout do.  So, the point is, don’t necessarily avoid that muddy water spitting out of that feeder creek!  You might just be surprised with what you hook in to!

In closing this blog, I got a link to a great article about the brown fishing here, and it was on water with these conditions that you may be interested in:

http://www.fieldandstream.com/photos/gallery/fishing/trout/where-fish/2009/03/trip-report-big-browns-white-river

Anyway, I hope this is helpful for you, and hope to see you soon!  Tell me what you want to hear about!

Tight Lines & Good Fishin’ from your Trout Diva

Fishing the Changing Waters of the White River — Part 2

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Fang - Brown Trout on the White River

Fang - Brown Trout on the White River

 Part 2: Tips for 6-8

So, where to begin?  Let’s start with 6 to 8 generators…  You’ll need a john boat, of course.  And you’ll need to concentrate on your boat handling in order to keep the boat drifting at, or slightly slower than the speed of the water.  Give yourself some time to adjust to the boat handling aspect of fishing in these conditions.

Whether spin fishing or fly fishing, your chances of larger fish are better in these conditions, as they’re a little less spooky than when there’s only 6 inches of water over their backs! 

One thing that may surprise you a little bit; when the water is up like this, especially shortly after it has risen, those bigger fish move surprisingly tight to the bank in search of their next meal.  Remember, too, that after a brown trout hits about 16 inches in length, their diet changes from primarily bugs to “meatier cuisine”…  Yes, they become downright cannibalistic! 

If you don’t believe me, stand here on the observation deck one day, and look down into the water…  (Do you hear the soundtrack from “Jaws” playing?)  You may just see a big brown come up and slam a smaller trout, usually a rainbow, and when it’s stunned and twitching, the brown will swallow it whole – head first!  Sometimes, they actually grab them from the side and shake them first to stun them, like a dog shaking a toy, before releasing them for a few seconds before gulping them down head first!

So, what would you use in conditions like this?  Larger Rapalas (Countdowns) in size 7 or size 9 often do the trick.  The 2 most consistent color combinations are the simple Black/Gold and Black/Silver.  The Black/Silver works a little better in the late winter and early spring, and the Black/Gold works better pretty much any other time.  The Brown Trout pattern is often as good, while the Rainbow patterns are either “really hot” or “really not”.  

Here’s a tip:  When you’re drifting in a boat, cast those Rapalas as close to the bank as you can get without hanging up on something, and bring them back out toward you with a medium retrieve, giving them a little jerk now and then.

What won’t work?  Leave your smaller spoons and rooster tails in your tackle box today.  They typically won’t go deep enough quickly enough to do you any good, and if you weight them down, the often don’t “swim” quite right.  They won’t be nearly as effective.

Of course, you can still use the standard river rig, and drift red worms, night crawlers, artificial worms and various colors of Eagle Claw power balls with them; you’ll just have to use a heavier sinker.  (Using one ball as a “head” and then threading on a worm below it is often a great combination!)

What about fly fishing in 6 to 8 generators?  Personally, I’m a fan of fly fishing in these conditions.  (Check out the website sometime and look on the video page.  That’s me, catching a really nice brown trout in 8 generators on my 6 wt.)

In conditions like that, you need about 12 to 14 feet between the end of your fly line to your fly.  Whether you use a 9 ft leader and add several feet of tippet, or set up with just monofilament on the end of your fly line instead, you want to get your fly down.  And you don’t necessarily need to use sinking line, either.  Barbie pink San Juan worms have been a consistent producer any time of year for me, drifting them under an indicator set deep.  And yes, get your Sculpin patterns and Zonkers out of your fly vest, cast them very close to any kind of cover, and strip ‘em back quickly.

Of course, the effectiveness of even the most consistent flies, lures or bait can and will change, often frequently.  We’ll always be there to help you with what’s working best at any time.

More to come…  Look for Part 3 of Fishing the Changing Waters of the White River.

Tight Lines & Good Fishin’ from your Trout Diva

March 31, 2009

MyDaddy

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Trout Fishing, Cotter, Arkansas

Here’s a picture of a fly fisherman in the Cotter Big Spring Park around 1955.  OK, so this picture is not as colorful as the ones on the website, but trust me — the man in the picture is about as colorful as it gets!  That’s my Dad, Bob Watts.

I guess this place is just in my blood, because I never knew my Dad had ever fished the White River when Steve and I got the place… He started fishing here sometime after the dam was finished and the first generator was turned on in 1952.  Trout had been introduced, but there were still a lot of small mouth bass in the river — they didn’t disappear overnight, I’m told…

The dam was built between July 9, 1947 and July, 1951, with its dedication on July 2, 1952 by President Harry S. Truman.  On Labor Day in 1952, Senator John McClellan “threw the switch” and cranked up the first generator.

Anyway, Dad would come down here and camp alongside the river when it was much more primitive than it was today, and even managed to get kicked out of some of the finer local establishments of the time…  (He’s not giving details, however.)

Also, you’ll have to excuse Dad for harvesting the fish in this picture — people weren’t as “conservation-minded” back in those days…

Looking at this photo reminds me of why I love my Dad so much!  From the time I was small, Daddy taught me to love fishing and have a real appreciation of nature.  Having this man as a father is what turned me into the White River Trout Diva, I’m sure!

Little did he know that almost 50 years after this picture was taken, he and Mom would be able to live with us here for 4 years.  Mom & Dad live with my sister now, but his real home will always be here on the banks of the White River.

Life comes full circle…

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