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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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March 30, 2010

A little White River History lesson

Hey, everyone!

I love it when I run across stories about the history of the White River… it gets me to imaginin’ exactly what it was like when my dad was here many years ago; fishing this very area of the White River in the late 1950s & early 1960s.

What’s even more cool, is the fact that it really hasn’t changed all that much… in many ways the Ozarks is just like it was those 60 years ago, more or less frozen in time.  And I hope we can keep it that way, too.

But today, it takes some serious work to keep the area pristine and the rivers healthy.  One such organization is the UWRB — the Upper White River Basin Foundation.  This group of fine folks keeps an eye on all things relating to the rivers & entire watershed in this area.

I thought y’all might be interested in what they do — their website is http://www.uwrb.org/.  When you get a chance, check them out!  They have a lot of great information there, and if you have ever had the urge to help protect our Ozark Waters, you definitely want to get in touch with these folks!

Anyway, there was a great story about the history of the Ozarks & White River in particular I thought you would enjoy.  With their kind permission, I’m reprinting it below:

Old Men of the Ozarks

How Culture, Tradition, Great Waters and Good Fishing Created a Sportsmen’s Magnet

John E. Moore, Jr.

The deep blue hole in the James River reflected the grey limestone bluff towering overhead.  Below the bluff, a couple of feet from the bank, my little crawdad crank bait splashed gently into the water.  Its retrieve over the rocks below the surface was suddenly arrested by the sharp strike of a smallmouth bass.  As the fish dove for the sheltering rocks on the bottom, pressure on the taut line turned its head and it began a series of lunges and runs in a vain effort to free itself.

After several minutes of play the bronzeback swam alongside the boat where I lifted the 18 inch beauty clear of the river.  After disengaging the hook and snapping a picture I slid the fish back into the stream where it swam slowly into deeper water, happy to be free.

James River, limestone bluffs

Lime Bluffs along the James River, in the Ozarks

Small mouth bass & John E. Moore (author)

Small mouth bass & John E. Moore (author)

Down the larger watershed to its outflow below Bull Shoals Dam on another day, I stood in the bow of a john boat on the White River now unshackled from its restraining reservoirs upstream.  My line cast into the riffle at Rim Shoals suddenly tightened with a fish on the light tippet.

Swimming briefly into the current, the trout turned and headed downstream as I palmed the reel applying as much pressure to the line as I dared.  Tiring after several runs, the chunky rainbow swam toward me as I reached for the net attached to my vest.  A quick dip revealed a two pound trout which was gently unhooked and released to be caught another day.

These snapshots are representative of experiences I’ve had on rivers and streams of the region amorphously defined as the Ozarks.  Sometimes the catch is a smallmouth bass, as often a rock bass or “goggle eye,” and frequently a brown or rainbow trout in the region’s outstanding cold water fisheries.

For some 60 years I’ve been fishing these waters, first with my grandfather who regaled me with stories of catching big catfish on the White River.  I grew up on the fishing and hunting lore of the Ozarks and have enjoyed firsthand friendships with some of the region’s legendary characters and know some of those now gone through stories still told.

Bob Watts (Trout Diva's Daddy) fishing White River around 1955

Bob Watts (Trout Diva's Daddy) fishing White River around 1955

As a youngster in the 1950’s I fished the creeks and rivers during construction of the major reservoirs on the White River—Bull Shoals, Table Rock and Beaver in the early 60’s.  Although their construction shifted angling focus to the new lakes, float fishing the rivers and streams has continued to be both popular and productive and a legacy with a rich and storied history.  This story begins well over a century ago.

Rainbow Arch Bridge, White River in Cotter, Arkansas

Rainbow Arch Bridge, White River in Cotter, Arkansas

From the first exploration of the Ozarks in the early 19th century, the rivers, springs and streams have defined the region which has its heart in southwest Missouri and northwest Arkansas. Characterized by rugged, wooded hills and free flowing streams running clear over gravel bottoms, the Ozarks was settled by Scotch-Irish whose distinctive cultural traditions colored the history and lifestyle of the region.  Fishing, hunting, fierce independence, conservative politics and fundamental religion have been historical traits of the region, now mellowed and homogenized by the larger culture, with remnants caricatured in Branson tourist attractions.

Although the Ozarks is still largely rural with small communities like Easyville, Blue Eye, Morning Star and Windy City, the region includes dynamic cities like Springfield and Branson in Missouri and Bentonville, Rogers, Springdale and Fayetteville in Arkansas.  Bentonville is the headquarters of Wal-Mart and Tyson Foods has its corporate offices in nearby Springdale.  Springfield, the region’s largest metropolis known as the “Queen City of the Ozarks,” is home to Bass Pro Shops and Tracker Marine.

It was the outdoor tradition of the Ozarks, highlighted by fishing and hunting, which gave both inspiration and impetus to the founding of the Bass Pro enterprise in the early 1970’s.  The founder and owner of the now nationally famous sporting goods emporium, Johnny Morris, grew up in the Ozarks fishing and hunting with his dad and his uncle.

Johnny’s dad, “John A.” to distinguish him from his son, “John L.,” observed when Johnny was in college that his son would probably “never amount to a damn thing because all he liked to do was fish.”  Johnny proved his father’s judgment wrong, much to John A.’s proud delight, as he grew a sporting goods juggernaut based on his passion for fishing and the outdoors.

Morris’ Bass Pro Outdoor World stores in the Ozarks not only sell outdoor merchandise, but are also museums for pictures and memorabilia of the region’s outdoor heritage, a theme which has been adapted to the regional traditions of the company’s other stores around the country.  Johnny prizes the tradition of outdoor sports as much as anyone I’ve ever known and he is devoted to passing this tradition on to his customers and particularly to youngsters.

A couple of hours away in Flippin, Arkansas near Bull Shoals Lake, this heritage prompted the founding of another outdoor icon.  The Ranger Boat Company, manufacturer of Ranger Bass Boats, was developed by local entrepreneur Forrest L. Wood.

Forrest Wood in the Outdoor Sport Gallery

Forrest Wood in the Outdoor Sport Gallery

Wood grew up poor in the Ozarks and as a young man guided fishermen on the White River and Bull Shoals Lake in its early days.

After building a few wooden boats, he began using fiberglass and having been a fishing guide, had a knack for incorporating features appealing to fishermen.  The development of these boats in the 1960’s coincided with interest in bass fishing tournaments around the country and the company’s reputation for quality propelled it to prominence among fishermen and competitors in the marine industry.

Successful companies like Bass Pro and Ranger Boats have roots that run more than a century deep in the Ozarks.  As construction of railroads in the late 19th and early 20th centuries opened the region to outside visitors, float fishing the rivers became a magnet drawing anglers throughout the Midwest.

The White River, the dominant watershed in the region and its major tributaries, the James, the Kings and War Eagle Rivers, were beautiful streams running clear along limestone bluffs.  The rivers inspired enterprising promoters like the late Jim Owen of Branson who developed successful businesses hosting fishermen for float trips on the James and White Rivers.

While there were other float operators on the White River, it was Owen who became the most widely know publicist for floating and fishing the Ozarks.  As Mayor of Branson for ten years and disciple of the old scriptural admonition that “he who tooteth not his horn, the same shall not be tooted,” Owen regaled the media of the 1930’s and 1940’s with promotions about the beauty of the region and its outstanding fishing.  His Owen Boat Lines specialized in week floats from Galena on the lower James River down to Branson on the White River.

The boats used to float the rivers were known as john boats, locally built craft which had evolved to provide a safe, reliable conveyance for floating and fishing the rivers.  A long, narrow, shallow draft boat usually made of native pine, the river john typically accommodated two fishermen with a guide paddling in the stern.  In place of seats, canvas folding chairs were used by fishermen as they cast to the most promising water.

Old John Boat on the White River (photo by Trout Diva)

Old John Boat on the White River (photo by Trout Diva)

These time proven boats are still used, but aluminum has replaced wood and few are made to the narrow, twenty foot pattern followed by those hand built boats of earlier years.  Canoes are more commonly used today for floating and fishing.  In the White River below Bull Shoals Dam, however, modern fiberglass interpretations of the classic river john are still popular with guides and fishermen.

One of the fishing veterans of the region, Charlie Campbell of Forsyth, Missouri continues today to prefer the john boat over the ubiquitous canoe for fishing rivers like the James.  Charlie, now 76, grew up on the rivers and lakes of the southern Missouri Ozarks and his legendary fishing success earned him, along with his entrepreneur friend Johnny Morris, a place in the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame.  Tall and lean of frame, Charlie is as gentle and soft spoken as he is passionate about fishing.

A native of Ava, Missouri, Charlie built his first wooden john boat with his brother as a high school student.  After getting a degree from Drury College in Springfield, Charlie settled in Forsyth in 1957 as a teacher and coach in the local schools.

His summers free, Campbell ran a guide service and recruited other teachers as guides for fishermen on three day floats on the Buffalo and James Rivers.  By that time the White River had been impounded by Bull Shoals Lake and Table Rock was nearing completion upstream.  The salary for guides was $15 per day, Charlie recalls.

In 1973 Charlie left coaching and opened a marine shop in Branson where he met the young Johnny Morris who had Charlie rig out his boats with motors, trolling motors, fish finders and other gear for bass fishing.  Charlie knew what fishermen were looking for and he and Morris began talking about a bass boat package to be featured in the early Bass Pro catalogs.

Charlie put the specifications together and contracted out the fabrication of the first Bass Tracker boats.  Including a 35 horsepower Johnson outboard,  trailer, trolling motor and depth finder, the original package sold through the catalog for $2995 complete, ready to be hitched to a customer’s pickup truck and driven to the nearest lake.

Campbell continues to represent Bass Pro and with his wife Wanda, regularly fishes both the rivers and lakes of his native Ozarks.  Charlie and Wanda joined fishing buddy Jerry Mackey and me one August morning for a day’s float to fish the lower James River.

Charlie and Wanda Campbell with JerryMackey

Charlie and Wanda Campbell with JerryMackey

There were few others on the river that day and we took our time as we cast along the banks and into the deep holes for bass.  The contest for which boat could catch and release the most bass that day was nip and tuck, with Charlie and Wanda pulling ahead at our take out point with their tally 25 to Mackey’s and my 22.

The James River and other tributaries of the upper White River continue to be warm water fisheries with bass the prized catch.  With construction of the big reservoirs, however, the upper White was largely lost, with new cold water fisheries below the dams the gain.

The cold water discharged through hydroelectric turbines created ideal habitat for trout and stretches below each reservoir boast excellent fishing.  Stocked regularly with rainbow and brown trout from hatcheries operated by the conservation departments of Arkansas and Missouri, these cold water fisheries draw anglers from the region and far beyond.

Charlie and Wanda Campbell with a double on smallmouth

Charlie and Wanda Campbell with a double on smallmouth

The White River below Bull Shoals Dam in Arkansas is arguably the best cold water fishery in the Ozarks and consistently ranked as one of the best in the country.  For more than 50 miles downstream from the dam the river runs free and cold.

Stocked with trout after completion of Bull Shoals in 1952, a thriving new float fishing business emerged.  The communities of Mountain Home, Lakeview, Cotter and Bull Shoals grew and guides, outfitters and resorts found good business with anglers who came to pursue trophy trout.

Gary Flippin, owner and operator of Rim Shoals Resort some 24 miles downstream from Bull Shoals dam is one of these White River entrepreneurs.  Flippin’s family came to Arkansas with statehood in 1836 and gave its name to Flippin, Arkansas, the home of Ranger Boats.

Growing up in nearby Cotter, Flippin began guiding fishermen at age 14 for trout on the White River, and after an early career as a railroad engineer, he returned to his first love of fishing and guiding.  The fishing camp and resort he developed sits beside a blue ribbon section of the river set aside for trophy trout.  Fishing there is catch and release using barbless hooks, a practice followed by many fly fishermen on other parts of the river.

The Governor of Missouri, Jay Nixon, and his family have a vacation house at Rim Shoals and are neighbors to Flippin, who says the governor gets down to fish as often as his job will permit.  Flippin observes that Governor Nixon is a fine fisherman and a dedicated conservationist.

Brown trout are the big fish in the White River, with occasional lunkers of 8-10 pounds or more.  They reproduce naturally in the river, which doesn’t get above 65 degrees in the hottest months.  Rainbows make up the largest part of the stockings, and range from about 12 inches upward in size.  There are also cutthroat and brook trout in the river, but are not often caught.

The lore and traditions associated with the rivers and lakes of the Ozarks continue today with excellent fishing for bass, trout and other game fish.  The “old men of the Ozarks,” a club I’m now eligible to join, has given color and substance to the region’s reputation for great waters and good fishing over the years.  The Ozarks’ economy today depends on its remarkable rivers, lakes and streams and attracts millions of visitors each year to enjoy these water resources and related attractions.

The tradition of float fishing and the outdoors companies it spawned has given new dimensions to the lore of bygone years.  Anglers and other visitors will find a warm and cordial reception as they encounter the legacy of the old men of the Ozarks.

{the End}

Well, what do you think?  I really enjoyed that story, and I hope you did too…  once again, my thanks to the Upper White River Basin Foundation & John E. Moore for allowing me to reprint his great story.

See you on the River, folks!

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March 27, 2010

Spring Break & Kids Trout Fishin’

Oh, finally!

It’s been kind of a harsh winter, but I think we’re past it now…  Spring break has been really busy the last couple of weeks, and the kids have been having fun on the White River.  (and the BIG kids, too!)  We have new eagle chicks again this year, and there are even some wildflowers coming out.  I don’t know about you, but I am definitely happy winter is over!

By the way…  to all of you who were supposed to have already sent me pictures over the last 2 weeks, this is a little reminder…  you forgot!  C’mon, guys!  send me your photos!  Thanks :-)

Here are a couple of photos with Logan S., shown here fishing below the Cotter Rainbow Arch Bridge…

Logan S. Trout Fishing on the White River

Trout Fishing on the White River

Logan S. Trout Fishing below Cotter Rainbow Arch Bridge

Logan S. Trout Fishing below Cotter Rainbow Arch Bridge

Spring Break & Kids Trout Fishin’, Eagle chicks, wildflowers comin’ up…  yup, Spring is Here, folks!  Hope to see you on the river soon…

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January 3, 2010

The Big ‘Un… A Trout Fishing Story by Bob Watts

Filed under: Ozarks stories, Trout Fishing — Tags: , — admin @ 5:38 pm

Hello, everyone!

I hope you enjoyed your Christmas and New Year…  Steve and I did.  Yup, we had some quiet, alone time…  It was great!

Anyway, today I have another story that my Daddy, Bob Watts, wrote about fishin’ the White River that I wanted to share with you…  I hope you enjoy it!

The Big ‘Un – A Trout Fishing Story by Bob Watts

Rainbow Arch Bridge

Rainbow Arch Bridge, photo courtesy of AR Highway Dept

Most fishermen go through three stages before they take their final fishing trip…

The first stage is that they want to catch as many fish as they can.  About half the fishermen I have ever met are still in stage one.  Sure, if a big one comes along, they’ll take it.  But they are usually more thrilled by the number of fish they caught than one stray big one.  “Yeah, had a great trip.  Caught at least a couple dozen, and one really good one.”  And that “one really good one”?  Well, you’ll notice it took second place.

The second phase is they want to catch as big a fish as possible.  After all, a photo of a really big fish usually draws more attention than a photo of a whole bunch of ho-hum sized fish.  And besides, if you have already figured out how to catch a lot of fish, you probably need a new challenge.  Catching a big one could be just what you are looking for.

As far as phase three goes, the few fishermen that get there are trying to catch as smart a fish as they possibly can.  Now the thought of holding up a 10” trout and trying to explain why this particular trout was so darn smart is something that really doesn’t appeal to most people…

“Hey, did it fight real hard?”

“Do you plan to mount him?”

“If you have him for a fish dinner, what are the rest of your guests going to eat?”

“If that trout is so smart, how come you caught him?”

“What time are you due back at the institution?”

So, the wise fishermen generally stay away from trying to catch “smart” fish.  About the only thing phase three has going for it is that there is really no sure way to figure how intelligent a fish is.

So when you tell ‘em why you think your 10-incher was extra smart, they can’t prove you’re wrong!  And besides, it’s also about this time that the crowd you’re talking to starts to lose interest real quick-like…

How can you tell?  Easy.  Your first clue is when they turn around and start to walk away.  Yeah, both of ‘em.

(Suggestion:  If you ever find yourself on the way to catch the last remaining intelligent trout in Lake Empty, or anywhere else for that matter, turn around and head for the golf course.)

Now, where was I?  Oh, yes.  It was 1955, and I was fishin’ the White River near Cotter, Arkansas.  At that time, it was already a trout fisherman’s dream come true.  The word about the fabulous trout fishing there had not yet permeated the trout fishing community, either.

How good was it? Well, I am thoroughly convinced, based on my vast personal experience, that there were plenty of trout in the river at that time that had never seen a trout fly.  Matter of fact, you could fish the river for a week or so and never see another fly fisherman.  That should tell you all you need to know.

Now, there was this stretch of water just above the railroad bridge at Cotter that was about perfect for fly fishermen.  Took a little walking through some tall weeds to get to it, but well worth the effort.  In the two months I was there in 1955, caught at least fifty trout up to about 5 lbs at this particular location.  But since I was still in phase two, was bound and determined to get one at least 6.

So one day, there I was again, just above the railroad bridge.  Was using a woolly worm I tied myself.  10-2x hook wrapped with lead wire, a peacock herl body, and grizzly hackle.

Well, the strike I had been waiting for all those years finally came.  I knew right away it was a big fish.  Man, was I having fun.  Sorta lost track of time.  Then along comes a boat floating downstream with a guide and two customers.

“Looks like you’ve got a pretty good one on.  Seen him yet?”

“Nope, but sure does feel like a good one!”

At this point, need to change the subject for just a little bit.  Bull Shoals Dam is 18 miles upstream.  Back then, they would almost always turn the generators on at about 8:00 a.m. during the week.  It took a little more than 4 hours for the water to start rising around Cotter.

Once the water started rising, waders had about 15-20 minutes to get out of the river – or maybe drown.  No, am not kidding.  Several people a year drown in this river, some because they didn’t pay attention to the rising water!

Now back to my big trout.  Suddenly the guide had some good news and some bad news for me.

“Just saw your trout.  It’s a dandy.  Looks like he might be 2 feet long!”

Good grief! A trout that long in this river would probably weigh at least 8 lbs.  But then came the bad news…

“Guess you know the water’s coming up?”

Well, no, I didn’t.  Did a chill run up and down my spine?  You bet!  I had not been paying attention to anything since I hooked this trout and had no idea how long the water had been rising.

I knew right away that I did not have time to land this fish and then get back to shore safely.  Told the guide I was going to break the line and head for shore.  Then patted myself on the back for making a wise and intelligent decision.

He reply was something I would have never thought of.

“Hey, wait a minute.  If you can hold that trout that trout right about where he is now, believe I could net him real quick and you would still have enough time to get back to shore.  If we get this guy, I’ll drop him off at Millers (the local trout dock which was about a half mile downstream) as we go by.”

Sounded good to me.  Figured I could spare a minute or two.  Still can’t quite believe it but he netted that trout on his very first try.  He cut the line and I set some kind of record getting back to shore.  Even at that, did get a little water in my waders which I guess was to remind me that I came very close to getting into some serious trouble.

OK, now I was back at my car.  Always carried some spare dry clothes so changed pants and off I went to Millers.  This trout dock was located in a small lagoon just off to the side of the main channel of the river.

As I drove up, I could see several people standing around and some pointing down at one of the screen wire fish cages.  Were they pointing at my trophy trout?  You know, the one I had been after about half my life???

The answer was, “No”.  They were pointing down at a wire cage with a big hole in the side.  My trout was nowhere in sight.

Good Grief!  Turned out the screen wire was apparently old & rusty.  The trout that I had been after for about half my life had poked a hole in it and simply swam away.

But wait a minute…  I had planned to get a picture of me holding that monster trout and spending just a little time looking at the faces of the admiring group of people that would be surrounding me!

Not to be.  Almost enough to make a grown man cry.  Almost did.

Turned out that the guide who brought my trout in to the dock did measure & weigh him at least.  The length was indeed right at 24 inches.  That was the good news.  The bad news was that the trout was very thin and only weighed 5 ¾ lbs, not the 8 or so lbs. he should have weighed.  Why so thin?   No one seemed to have a good answer.

Actually, things didn’t turn out all that bad.  I sure didn’t want to eat the darn thing.  Been my experience that big rainbows don’t taste nearly as good as small ones, anyway.  Besides, would have been a little suspicious about eating a trout that was that thin.  Have it mounted?  Nah, too thin.  But on the bright side, I can now look forward to catching a real trophy trout that just might be extra fat!

Sometimes things have an unexpected way of working out for the best.  Wonder who’s responsible for that?

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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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September 6, 2009

Forbes Top 10 Trout Destination

Filed under: Trout Fishing — Tags: , — admin @ 7:13 pm

Well, this is something we already knew to be sure, but it’s nice we’re getting a little recognition!  Check out what Forbes.com has to say about us… 

http://www.forbes.com/2009/08/19/trout-fishing-trips-lifestyle-sports-fly-fishing_slide_9.html

Come on down, and see for yourself!

Your White River Trout Diva

Fishing Report – 9/6/2009

Fishing Report – 09/06/2009

The generation patterns, although fluctuating, have been on the low to medium-low for the past week, in the range of 1-2 generators, with small spiked up to 3 generators.  See the graphs below:

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In our area, a somewhat wider portion of the river, there is good wade access at 2000 CFS.  That is also enough water to navigate by boat, although some shoals might require short stretches of having to drag.

Fishing, both spin & fly, has been very good.

For the bait fishermen, soft-shell crawdads, sculpin, shrimp, nightcrawlers & redworms have given the best results, it hasn’t really changed much from last week, other than nightcrawlers have been working better this week.  Hot pink Nitro worms are still working really well too, along with chartreuse power bait.

For those who like to fish artificials, the smaller Bouyant spoons in nearly any color, and Size 3 & 5 Rapala countdowns in Silver/Black and Gold/Black have been the top producers, although this week several folks have reported that the Rainbow Rapalas are doing well for them.

For fly-fishing, the White River staple, the olive woolly bugger, has also been a go-to fly — either beadhead or non-beadhead.  A few guests also reported that brown woolly buggers were working for them as well. Pink San Juan worms, beadhead midges and various Copper John-style patterns have also been effective.

My prediction for water flow for the next week is as follows:  The lakes are not particularly high, even with Bull Shoals Lake going up to almost 655.3.  However, you have to remember this time of year, decisions are made off the SEASONAL pool level, which is 656, not 654.  In other words, the Corps doesn’t have to run water just to get the Bull Shoals Lake down. 

Under these circumstances, control is back in the hands of SWPA for the time being, who will only run it for power demand.  With the moderate temperatures we’re experiencing in the region, chances are the demands will be relatively light, even with some rain in the area over the last few days.  So my guess is we’ll see more of the same this week.  This is good news for waders and boaters!

Remember, you can always get up to the minute information and explanations to help you interpret it at http://www.hisplaceresort.net/River-flow.htm

We look forward to serving you!

Your White River Trout Diva

August 30, 2009

Fishing Report 8-30-2009

Filed under: Fishing Report, Trout Fishing — Tags: , — admin @ 3:17 pm

Fishing Report – 8/30/2009 

As the habitat restoration project at Bull Shoals Dam comes to a close, the generation patterns are beginning to change slightly over the last few days.

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What you can see from the graphs above, is that the pattern of letting the water below Bull Shoals Dam begin to fall out around midnight, and not be turned on again until the afternoon has been replaced with almost 2 days now of a relatively solid flow of approximately 2000 CFS, and negligible spikes.  

In our area, a somewhat wider portion of the river, there is good wade access at 2000 CFS.  That is also enough water to navigate by boat, although some shoals might require short stretches of having to drag.

Fishing, both spin & fly, has been very good. 

For the bait fishermen, soft-shell crawdads, sculpin, shrimp & redworms have given the best results.  Hot pink Nitro worms have been working well, too.  

For those who like to fish artificials, the smaller Bouyant spoons in nearly any color, and Size 3 & 5 Rapala countdowns in Silver/Black and Gold/Black have been the top producers. 

For fly-fishing, bead-head prince nymphs, around a size 12, have really worked well for quite a few of our guests, and the White River staple, the olive woolly bugger, has also been a go-to fly — either beadhead or non-beadhead.  A few guests also reported that brown woolly buggers were working for them as well. 

My prediction for water flow for the next week or so is as follows:  The lakes are not particularly high, even with Bull Shoals Lake up 0.9 ft.  to 654.9.  However, you have to remember this time of year, decisions are made off the SEASONAL pool level, which is 656, not 654.  In other words, the Corps doesn’t have to run water just to get the Bull Shoals Lake down.  

Under these circumstances, control is back in the hands of SWPA for the time being, who will only run it for power demand.  With the moderate temperatures we’re experiencing in the region, chances are the demands will be relatively light.  So my guess is we’ll see similar levels for this week, anyway. 

Remember, you can always get up to the minute information and explanations to help you interpret it at http://www.hisplaceresort.net/River-flow.htm.  

We look forward to serving you! 

Your White River Trout Diva

August 26, 2009

A Summer at Cotter

Filed under: Ozarks stories, Trout Fishing — Tags: , — admin @ 11:02 am

Well, this week I’m going to tell you a little story…  Or, actually, I’m going to let my Daddy tell you a little story.  You see, my Daddy used to trout fish the White River all around Cotter, long before I was born.  I had no idea that he’d ever been here until after my husband Steve and I bought the resort in 2002. 

I remember how excited he was, and boy, he had plenty to tell me about the area!  (Come to think on it, there was plenty he would NOT tell me either…  like how he got kicked out of one of the finer Cotter lodging facilities of the day…  Hmmm…  I’ll have to ask him about that again…)

Oh yeah, forgot to mention…  after you read this, you’ll realize that I am indeed my father’s daughter.  It took a man like this to create the White River Trout Diva…

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

A Summer at Cotter 

By Bob Watts 

It was the spring of 1955.   Just got out of the Air Force for the second time.  This last tour was about 4 ½ years.  Didn’t get any trout fishing in as I was never stationed anywhere close to some trout.  Do I like to fly fish for trout? Well, let’s put it this way — for many years, it was my second favorite thing to do. 

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My Daddy, Bob Watts in 1955 at the Cotter Big Spring Park

Didn’t take long for me to find out that they had built a power dam on the White River called Bull Shoals Dam.  The river below the dam had been stocked with rainbow trout in 1951and the rumors were that the trout were growing at an unbelievable rate of a lb. or two a year.  Couldn’t find anyone who had been there or was willing to admit it. 

Next thing I knew I was on the road to Cotter, Arkansas.  It was right on the banks of the river and should have been a good place to get some information on where some wade-able water might be that had public access.   When I got there, simply could not believe my eyes.  There was so much water coming down that river that a full grown elephant couldn’t have waded across!  Well, I did see a boat dock, so I drove down to it to find out if the river ever got low enough that I could wade out and do a little fly fishing.

Well, I got good news and bad news.  The good news was that the water during the week was low enough in the mornings to wade out and do some serious fly fishing.  But about noon, the water started rising due to the power generators being turned on at the dam several hours earlier.  You had about 10-15 minutes to get out of the water or else. 

On weekends, the good news got better.  The high water didn’t get to the Cotter area until mid-afternoon or so.  However, the problem with the good news was that you had to find something else to do on weekday afternoons.  Back then, Cotter had a population of less than a thousand.  Not a whole lot going on.  Hmmm…  Wonder what the elephants did?

The bad news, according to the “experts” at the trout dock was that “trout here just don’t seem to like trout flies”.  Seems the only way to catch ‘em was to rent a boat and motor, hire a guide, buy some worms, or crawdads, old shrimp, or some prepared baits and perhaps some small crank baits.  And gosh, all those things were available right there at the trout dock.  Now how lucky can a guy get?

Well, didn’t believe for one minute their “trout here don’t hit trout flies” story, so the next morning I located some beautiful shoals about a mile below the trout dock.  Not another fisherman in sight.  With water this beautiful, seemed too good to be true.  Tied on a solid brown marabou streamer, waded out, and made my first cast.  What happened next is borderline unbelievable but I’m going to tell you anyhow. 

I made three casts and broke off on three trout!  Now, it’s true that my leader was tapered down to 6x (only about 2 lb. test). On the other hand, I was no slouch with a fly rod, either.  Over the years, had caught a lot of nice trout with 2 lb. test leader.  Well, at this point, I was a nervous wreck, so I waded back to shore to calm down a little and tie on some heavier leader and a new fly.  My hands were still shaking so bad I had trouble getting the knots tied.  Knew right then and there I was right in the middle of a trout fisherman’s paradise.

For about the next three hours, I caught a couple dozen or so rainbows in the 1-3 lb range.  And in spite of the heavier leader, still managed to break off on one more trout.  Well, nothing good lasts forever and long before I was ready, here came the high water and ended my fishing for that day.  I drove to town, checked out of my motel, & headed home.  Loaded my camping gear, portable fly tying kit and, oh yes, a few clothes in the car and headed right back down to Cotter.  I had a chance for a once in a lifetime experience in trout fishing and wasn’t about to let it go by.

Well, didn’t take long for me to develop a reputation for a guy who was catching a lot of trout.  So, one afternoon three men from the Arkansas Fish & Game Commission showed up at my tent.  They were making a promotional movie about trout fishing on the White River.  It would be shown on various TV stations in some of the surrounding states.  Then they asked the $64 question.  Could I catch some trout for them in front of their movie camera?  My answer was probably, but with no guarantee.

So the very next morning, there we were, about a mile above Cotter.  They got the boat positioned right where I told them so out I waded to hopefully start the show.  I was certainly wondering if I was about to make a fool out of myself.  But then, if I did, it wouldn’t have been the first time.  Now are you ready for this?  On the very first cast, I hooked into about a 3 lb. plus rainbow.  Whew! Guess good clean living finally paid off.  Good thing, too.  Was about to give it up as an unrewarding venture.

So a few minutes later, there I was, right next to the boat, getting ready to net this gorgeous trout when the guy with the movie camera hollered out, “Look up here at the camera and smile”.  Well, I looked up but sure didn’t smile.  I saw that this world class imbecile had forgotten to take off the lens dust cover.  Not one frame of film had been taken.  And if that wasn’t enough, they were getting low on film, one of the guys in the boat said he really needed to get to the shore to take a leak, and I just heard thunder.  Good grief!

Now for those of you who might have said sometime in the past like “this guy (me) is not playing with a full deck” or something just as insulting, listen up! Almost immediately, I had what turned out to be a brilliant idea.  Told ’em to go ahead and film me landing that trout.  Then I would wade back to my starting point, and hopefully hook another trout.  They could film this up until the time I was about to land the fish, then splice in the film that was taken about me landing the original trout.  Hope you were able to follow all his.

So here we were, starting all over again.  This time it took me about half a dozen casts to hook a trout.  Trouble was, it was only about half the size of the first one.  So did what I could to make it look like it was much bigger, like let him get out in the swifter current, take more line off the reel than was necessary, and so on.  Finally got to the point where they could splice in the original film.  As loud as I could, I hollered, “Stop filming”.

So, is that the end of the story?  No, it’s not.  Glad you asked.  Almost two months later, was fishing along one day when I noticed two young ladies sitting on the river bank.  Could tell by the way they were dressed they were not locals.  Wasn’t hard to figure out.  Their husbands were probably out on the river somewhere fishing and drinking beer as fast as they could.  Their thoughtful, caring husbands probably told their spouses that the river was probably too dangerous for them and after all, they wouldn’t be gone all that long. 

Suddenly one of the ladies yelled out, “Hey mister, aren’t you that guy we saw on TV?”  But before I could answer, guess it was the other lady’s turn.  “Hey, how about catching a big one for us just like you did on TV?”  Now, what I felt like saying was that sure lady, and while I’m at it, I pull a $20 gold piece out from behind your ear.  But at this particular time, I was sort of their hero, so why spoil it?  So, told ‘em yes, I probably was the guy on TV and yes, I would try and catch a big trout just for them.  Gosh, seemed like I had been through this before. 

Well, almost immediately, hooked a nice trout.  And almost immediately, I started getting help about how to land that trout.  “Don’t let it get away”, “Be careful, don’t lose him”, “Give him some line”, “Look out!  He’s liable to break the line”, “Keep a tight line”, “Don’t let him jump like that”, and on and on.  Hmmm…  Maybe their husbands had a little better reason to leave the ladies behind than I first thought. 

Well, I did manage to land that trout, showed it to the ladies, and then released it.  Then my ego got an unexpected boost.  “Gosh, mister.  You just gotta be the best trout fisherman on this whole darn river.”  Well, looked around, didn’t see anyone within earshot, so figured what the heck.

I agreed with ‘em.

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