29 November 2009

Norm Goheen

Our dear, dear friend, Norm Goheen, passed away Sunday, at approximately noon, after a 5½ month, courageous, and hard-fought battle with cancer.

We cherished the Wednesday nights spent at Norm's, building rods, sharing stories, making friends, and having Norm's always high expectations subtly instilled in us. We have not begun to comprehend the absence Norm's passing has created, nor how will we get through a Wednesday without him or our friends.

I have a rod that is unfinished, and I don't know if I can finish it. In all the rods that we have built, there is something of Norm in each one. I can not decide whether to retire those or continue to fish with them. Breaking one of them would be like losing Norm all over again, but not using them would be like putting Norm on the shelf.

We will miss Norm and Brother Mike and their stories of fishing and childhood memories.

08 November 2009

Casting For Recovery 2009

Diane recruited many members from the DFF to work as river helpers, and Cody worked as a photographer capturing the day for all. We thoroughly enjoyed helping the women have fun and experience a new, positive adventure in their life. Most of the pictures contained the participants, so we can not post those, but there are some where it is just the DFF doing what we do best...sharing our sport, graciously.

01 November 2009

Annie's Wedding

Well, Annie and Ray did it. They took the plunge in antebellum style. With beautiful weather, costumed guests, and loving friends and family present, Annie and Ray exchanged nuptials and rings at 4:30 p.m. on Saturday. We all feasted prior to the ceremony on some excellent BBQ brisket and chicken. Sunday, Diane, Richard, Cody, and I had a high time on the lake, finding a flats that protected this year's earlier bass spawn. We caught small, healthy baby largemouths until we tired of catching them. I even managed to video Richard with a catch.

25 October 2009

Lake Texoma

Heading north for some bass action, Cody and I chose to fish Lake Texoma. We fished Saturday evening with Cody catching sunfish, stripers, and a largemouth bass. After seeing the generation flowing heavily below the dam, we decided to fish the lake again, Sunday. Catches varied and ran high, and we even had a butterfly mascot as we fished Butterfly Coves. The fall colors premiered well along the Eisenhower State Park cliffs.

19 October 2009

Oktoberfisch 2009

Jason, Cody, and I enjoyed perfect fall weather, a beautiful river, and lots of fish on the end of our fly lines!!! The accomodations were different, but we did have hot water, a flushing toilet, and beds in which to rest. Did we ever need rest. GPS is great when it is accurate. Cody's GPS showed our cabins north of CR 160, which meant a lovely, leisurely float n' fish to the South Llano River State Park. However, the cabins ended up being 9.3 miles from the park. The Fredricksburg Fly Fishers treated us to an excellent grilled ribeye, baked potato, salad, and cake at the end of the day. With friends, fishing, and fine food, who could ask for more. Mark your 2010 October calendars--third week for Oktoberfisch 2010!

17 August 2009

Leaving Montana

Friday 7 August Grant-Kohrs Ranch bade Cody and I good-bye. We pulled out of Deer Lodge at 8 a.m. Saturday heading for Idaho. We stopped for petrol in an extremely small station whose speciality was selling opals, which are goregeous and mined in various sizes and colors. We continued on through Idaho traveling through a lava bed, along part of the Oregon Trail, and in to Wyoming. We passed through Kennemer, WY, home of the first JC Penney store and stumbled upon Fossil Butte NM. Once a lake, now it is a bed of fossilized creatures I would have loved to have caught and feared. Continuing on to our final destination for the evening, Dutch John, UT, I saw wild mustangs roaming the Flaming Gorge NRA. All the driving was worth it for Sunday, where we fished the Green River, home of America's greatest trout trophy waters, averaging 10,000 trout per mile. Monday found us reaching Moab in the late afternoon. Since Arches NP stays open 24 hours, we visited some of the most famous arches, Cody took excellent sunset pictures and astromnomical photos. Tuesday, we headed out for Navajo Dam, NM. Along the way, we stopped at Mesa Verde NP and spent the day walking all around the remains. We ended up at Navajo Dam that evening, buying our licenses for the San Juan River. Wednesday we fished with Robert, who was one of the hardest working guides with whom I have ever fished. We saw the ET rock, fished with worms and nymphs. The highlight of fishing, besides watching Cody catch one of the most beautiful rainbows on a grasshopper, my tan elk-hair caddis helped me coax a fish to take the dry. Fabulous fun! Thursday found us tooling down the boulevard to Rankin, Texas, where we spent a couple of nights with Miss Donna and Pa Bell. Saturday found us coming home from a great summer. I miss the mountains and mountain air and the headwaters of great rivers, but there is no place like home.

22 July 2009

Clark Fork Ospreys at Grant-Kohrs Ranch National Historic Site

 What a special day in the Park!  US Fish & Wildlife biologists are helping monitor the clean-up efforts on the headwaters of the Clark Fork River, which wends its way 310 miles through Montana and Idaho, eventually converging with the Columbia  River  and making its way to the Pacific Ocean.  Heavily polluted by upstream mining in Anaconda, Montana, about 20 miles south of Grant-Kohrs Ranch National Historic Site, the Clark Fork River died.  Chris Kronberg, graduate student at The University of Montana, wrote his graduate thesis, Biological Effects of Water Pollution in the Clark Fork River, on the river's comeback in 1983.  Efforts to maintain a healthy river ecosystem are still being monitored 26 years later.

This afternoon, the US Fish & Wildlife biologists were studying Osprey fledglings from nests located along the first 30 miles of the Clark Fork to determine what, if any, contaminants are present in the water.  Osprey live and nest near water sources, since at least 90% of their diet is fish.  Testing the fledglings, who are depending upon its parents for food sources brought to them, provides a good measure as to a water body's quality of health.

At Grant-Kohrs Ranch NHS, we learned another powerful and sad lesson.  The ranching livelihood plays a significant role throughout Montana, including Deer Lodge, 30 miles west of Helena and just west of the Continental Divide.  Hay, necessary for a herd's winter survival, is baled with orange, plastic netting that is often and regrettably left laying about in fields after being cut from the bales.  Osprey retrieve this material and use it in nest-building.  When the biologists went to retrieve the three fledglings, they discovered two fledglings died in the nest due to entangling themselves and being strangled by that orange netting.  Wildlife often demonstrates the effects of human pollutants; happily, we learned that the test results from all of the Clark Fork River Osprey fledglings showed 0 pollutants.  Now, the three sledge ponds located upstream in Anaconda are telling a different story, but they are doing their jobs of the keeping the pollution out of the river.


Only NPS unit dedicated solely to ranching

Unhappy Osprey parent circling the nest

U.S. Fish & Wildlife biologists retrieving fledglings for Clark Fork River survey 

Preparing for weighing

Two Osprey fledglings strangled on baled hay netting

Student workers clearing fields of plastic netting

Biologists removing plastic netting from the nest

30 April 2009

Lake Amistad NRA


Cody often states that fishing North Texas lakes is difficult for him. Then, he tells me all about Lake Amistad, an often occurring Bell family vacation during his youth. Today, I christened my 4# rod with my beautiful, new copper Ross Reel outfitted from Tailwaters Fly Fishing Co. and Cody's newest version of fly named the Girlie Bugger. For those of you who know the Cody Bugger, the Girlie Bugger has a hot pink cone in place of the brass one and no lips. It caught fish; yes, it did, so did our amber Bonefish Bitter, our black with silver flash, short strike SMP, our Swamp Monster, and our pale Candy Striper--all of which we tied ourselves over the last 10 days.

We saw caves and cliffs, swallows and were straffed by buzzards, turtles and Spanish goats, and sight-casted to fish. The lake's water level is really high, thus, Indian Springs is underwater; however, where it flows into the lake, the colors look like saltwater reef fishing--brilliant blues and greens.

For the day, we caught Bluegill, Longear Sunfish, Largemouth and Smallmouth Bass; truly, a fine day at sea!

We spent our time discovering, spelunking, and exploring. Beginning our day at Seminole Canyon State Park, we discovered tales of Pre-historic Man, Ranching, the Southern Pacific Line, and learned about the Canyon, itself. It definitely deserves our time as campers!

We put in at the Pecos River boat launch, which was the original road crossing the Pecos in the 1970s. However, the road now lies under the river water levels, so the downslopes are all that remains. Cody said that people who lived west of the Pecos used to back their boats all the way down the road, so it served as a boat ramp as well--very menacing, and you had better be able to back a trailer, well!

We toured Parida Cave, Panther Cave, the original train tunnel, which was so full of water, we couldn't navigate the boat through, and we hiked up and into the old water drain tunnel, discovering many fossils along the way.

About 30 minutes was dedicated to fishing, of which we both had success--fishermen of the world, we are!

After meeting Rankin friends, Joyce & Tommy Latham, Cody and I headed out to Box Canyon. Getting in the water was not a problem; finding a place to park the car & trailer was no easy task, what with the lot covered with at least 50 cars & trailers. Whew! Just to the west of the boat ramp was a cove that eyed Cody's interest, and off we went. Cody earned the title of the Flyrodding Bass Master this day. First cast, using a most buggy, crawfish pattern from Tailwaters, FishOn Cody Bell. Nice bass, too. Four casts later, bigger FishOn, measuring 18 inches and weighing 2 3/4 pounds. 10 ft. farther on and Mamma Bass is protecting her nest. Casting and dragging over her nest, Cody lands bass three having travelled 20 feet. Moving on to the point, Cody catches bass four and five. Meanwhile, I finally manage to catch a fish, a Redear Sunfish, species first for me; I feel somewhat relieved. Finding another Mamma Bass, she never took our flies. Remembering in the not too distant past, the bluegill from Thursday really enjoyed hammering our brown Bonefish Bitters, so on the end of my line it went. Finally, one of those guys harassing Mamma Bass, takes that circle hook Bitter, and I don't feel so inept, for now. Cody continues to fish with great success, and by 2 p.m., he's landed 12 bass. Nothing I'm throwing works, and taking pity on me, Cody pulls a second brown, swampy locust-looking fly, and I finally am getting nibbles, but no fish.

Continuing with his sympathy, Cody allows me to choose the next spot, and Cow Creek looks fishy on the GPS, so off we go. At the bow, I'm running the trolling motor, and we are seeing some big carp over pristine grassbeds, but they are some skittish fish. Giving up on that spot, we move to some fishier structures, and not until we round the point and hitting 4 p.m., I finally hook-up. Cody Bell, of course, snaps a wonderful photo of that fish jumping. Relief sets in that I am not an inadequate caster/fisher.

Cody steers the boat back into this narrow, shallow channel, and bluegill like the popper Cody has tied to his line. I have switched to my 4 wt. with the Girlie Bugger, and a 2 lb. Yellow Bullhead Catfish, takes that fly, and I have to fight to keep it out of the brush, out from under the boat, and in the water so it won't break my tip. With Cody's great help, we get that fish in the boat. Fishing improves and we catch Bluegill and small Largemouth Bass. Heading back to Cody's original cove, we catch a few more fish and end the day with Cody catching 19 fish and me 9. Amazingly, at 9:05 p.m., we were the only car and trailer in the lot!

Sunday, we checked out of our hotel, and head to Diablo East around 11 a.m. Fishing an attractive cove, we had very little action. Sight fishing to catfish, we only catch excitment. Cody decides to measure how deep the bottom is to where the catfish are. Using his pushpole, we can see where it touches the bottom at 20 feet! Cody plays guide and we tour the dam, and spotting a fishy cove, head in. Bass fish and bream love Cody's yellow popper. I had tied an olive marabou muddler, a first, and chose to fish it, much to a 1 3/4 lb. bass's delight. We ended the day with our only double of the trip--Cody has a bream and I a small bass.

Lake Amistad has become a must, at least an annual event, if not a bi-annual event. Its crystal clear waters are going to make fishing North Texas lakes difficult, because sight-casting is a blast, but we won't give up, oh no!

11 April 2009

Purtis Creek SP 2009

The club outing found us fishing Purtis Creek State Park, just east of Eustace, Texas. Home to largemouth bass, alligator gar, carp, crappie, and sunfish can also be caught. Providing many coves and escapes from the wind, Purtis Creek offers fly fishers many isolated spots throughout the lake. Between Cody and I, we hauled in three largemouth bass, two black and six white crappie, and one sunfish. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday!

08 April 2009

Alphonse Island, Seychelles

7° 04’ 55.87” South, 52° 45’ 00.49” East:  Heaven on Earth—in techie terms and times.

The story could end here, because each of us can easily picture their version of Heaven on Earth. With the utterance of that phrase ensues an unspoken, omniscient understanding—a picture of paradise, ambience included, easily within our imaginations.

Well, maybe the story should not end here, because fly fishers envision paradise better than others, and to not tell a story of paradise would be devious, a quality not associated with fly fishers. Being true to the sport I love so dearly, I will try to do justice to Paradise, may she graciously forgive my shortcomings. Weather, airline inefficiency, airport poor customer service—all tried to cheat me out of seven glorious days in Fly Fisher Heaven. Their weak and vain attempts could not keep me from Alphonse Island and St. François Lagoon, Seychelles, Indian Ocean—more specifically, Bonefish Bliss.

Being given a guided trip to the Seychelles with Tailwaters Fly Fishing Co., this fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants, no-list-making Girl prepared for this trip-of-a-lifetime! Reading and rereading David Leake’s wonderful travel guide with sincere reverence, I bought travel books; I increased my repetitions and learned yoga with WiiFit; I tied flies; Norm, Cody, Brother Mike, and Jason helped me build a 10wt. rod (that endeavor was worth the trip alone!); I researched and bought fly lines; I learned how not to pack like a girl (all were limited to 33lbs of luggage, total—a goal I met perfectly), and—I made a list (people who know me, passed out when they heard this)!

Gluttonous or greedy, I am one who wants to catch an enormous amount of fish; size is irrelevant. Having never been bonefishing, I was näive to “the fight.” Now, I am no longer näive and have included “the fight” amongst my gluttony. (Just in case you aren’t familiar with the species, a bonefish peels line off the reel and makes the drag sing in high-C! It fights like no other species!) Fishing with Christmas Island Specials, fluorescent orange-legged Gotchas, Big Dale’s Bonefish Fly, and Crazy Charlies, Cody and I collectively caught 153 bonefish for the week, and that’s not counting the “specialty” fish. St. Francois turned on her majesty, splendor, and beauty, and like a child, her personality differed each day. Due to the remnants of a cyclone swirling off Madagascar, our first day of fishing occurred under cloudy skies and cool breezes. What a rough day to learn to “read” bonefish; however, Wayne, our guide with exorbitant amounts of patience, taught me how to see a bonefish, tweek and jerk the fly to get their attention, effectively slipstrike, and play the fish. Being true to the species, yes, I kissed my first bonefish, and no, Cody wasn’t jealous; he was snapping photos. Wayne’s lessons stayed with me throughout the week, and James, Scott, Serge, and Mathieu guided us on to plenty of bonefish daily.

Day two dawned differently. Where the water and sky were cool shades of gray the day before, day two shone brilliant blue—shades of dark blue with hues of teal green. Over an hour-and-a-half, Cody moved about 100 feet and landed 19 bonefish. I struggled to learn effective back-casting but managed to catch three sizeable bonefish. As different as the day appeared, so was the fishing. Cody decided he wanted a Giant Trevally, (GTs or Geets, as they are reverently called by those in-the-know). Having heard “The Boys’” tales of this fish, it was not a fight I wanted. Cody did not catch any Geets this day or any other, but the fish he did catch delighted and amazed us—Bonito, “Ancient Trout,” Black tip Grouper, and a fish James had never before seen—a true smorgasbord of beauty.

Trying not to be “girlie,” I decided I was not going to provide the oohhh/aaahhhh soundtrack for this day. However, in every good fishing story there is “the one that got away,” and so it was on day 3, a myriad of pale skies, water in blues and greens, and pristine white flats, I aaawwwed for my one that got away.

Scott put us on a flat that oozed bonefish. Every other hook-up ended up being a prayer for the “long-distance release,” because as that fish was being played, an even bigger bonefish or a school of bonefish swam by just teasing us. Tides receding as they do eventually caused this flat to go dry, figuratively and literally, so on to a new flat, which produce as many fish as the first. We had neighbors, though, three beautiful, circling Lemon Sharks. Did you know Lemon Sharks like to eat bonefish? They really do.

Scott wanted us to catch larger bonefish, so he taught me how to make my fly invisible to the smaller fish and tantalizing to the bigger ones, and did I ever hook a big one. It saw those twitching orange legs and inhaled it; then, that bonefish took off, zinging out all my line and 150 yards of my backing on that pretty purple Nautilus reel (an exceptional Christmas gift, I must say). I worked hard to keep slack out of my line, and with 30 yards left until the leader was in reach, Zing 2, and out went that line and 150 yards of backing. That bonefish began to tire and the Lemon Sharks began to circle and Cody began to shoo away those sharks. Scott told me to back-up and watched to ensure I would not step on any sting-rays gliding behind us. Cody shooed and fished; I reeled and walked and reeled, and just about the time I had 15 yards of line left to the leader, that fished zinged out line again, going 125 yards into the backing. Those Lemon Sharks recognized that Cody is a good guy, and they knew he meant them no harm. I cranked that purple reel in triple time. The Lemon Sharks swam 10 feet, circled nearer, swam another 10 feet; I reeled; Cody splashed, and that Lemon Shark circled 8 feet, splashed, and ate my bonefish! Scott and I both aaawwwed. I really would have liked to have seen the one that got away; I really would.

After lunch, we spent the remainder of the day fishing from the reef, catching Peacock Hind Grouper, Thumbprint Snapper, Blue-Speckled Emperor, and then, the Giant Trevally appeared. Being too far away from the leviathan, Cody hollered at Scott and I. I simply handed my 10# rod to Scott, who waded through shoulder-high water, and tried chasing that Geet down. Scott said if he hooked up, the tip might break, but I told him, that I built that rod and Norm could rebuild it if necessary. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see that 10# tip bent with a Geet, but it was fun to watch a grown man act like a child.

Serge taught us to see bonefish in turtlegrass, and for a man who could spot big bonefish 300 yards away, lessons were learned on day 4. Roy Washburn and Jim Cochran desired to catch Milkfish. My guilt ran high that day, because Milkfish abounded. For those who don’t me, I am all of 5’2”, and because there were so many Milkfish, they spooked at my domineering stature, and when the Milkfish spooked they frightened and chased the bonefish away. Serge would not allow us to catch just any bonefish either; it had to be one of size, so he kept telling me that my blue shirt and tall stature, seriously now, scared the Milkfish, so I had to spend a good part of the morning hiding in the water from the fish so I could cast to and catch them. Definitely a first for me to tower supreme to frighten. Tides were incoming, so channels began to deepen, and as a result, a Trigger fish, which had Cody Bell’s name written all over it, appeared. Listening to Serge and casting precisely, Cody striped that crab to the Trigger’s delight and ended up with a beautiful bragging right.

I guess I took my earlier lesson to make myself invisible too seriously. Casting perfectly for a nearby Trigger, he became interested in my crab. As I retrieved, I noticed a white moray eel coming at me about 100 feet away. No problem, I wasn’t bothering him; however, that snake-like creature continued to approach at me, with mouth open, and realizing that catching a trigger would be electrifying, at 10 feet, I gracelessly side-stepped that eel and waved good-bye to Trigger. Alack and alas.

Matthieu guided us on our last fishing day and the flats turned out their most resplendent colors—what a way to end the trip! Matthieu is about 6’2,” so I had to work hard to keep up with his pace as we chased Permit who swam parallel to us on the opposite side of the channel (we fit!). Those tailfins create adrenalin rushes that boggle the mind, not to mention, it is the fish of my dreams, numero uno on my species list. Suffering poor back-casting skills, facing a headwind, and having to cast 60 feet across the channel found my rod-tip straight; nevertheless, we hunted them, and when they thwarted me, the barracudas, Lemon shark, and pufferfish offered thrilling entertainment. Making the “one last cast” before the tide completely receded, found me landing my biggest bonefish of the trip. Matthieu’s excitement was catching. The fish’s runs were numerous and deep into the backing (but not quite like Wednesday’s fish), and Cody Bell, cameraman, was a 150 yards away catching bonefish in his own flats niche. Needless to say, for 10 minutes I walked that 23 inch, 7lb. “pet” bonefish across the flats towards Cody, so I could have my photo taken. Exhilarating!

Throughout the years, fly fishing stories, whether read or heard, entertain me delightfully so. A photograph of a fly fisher’s catch creates a vivid tale in my mind’s eye, so real, I feel the tug and hear the reel’s drag, and I have often wondered how does this happen time and again? I believe the Seychelles taught me the answer. Rather simply stated, Fly fishers don’t fish; fly fishers live in paradise, if only for a brief time. And as we flew off into the sunset, “What a wonderful world, ohhh yeahhh!”

15 March 2009

Passions United

I am passionate about fly fishing, and I have always enjoyed writing.  Cody and I travel many places to fly fish, so I have decided to begin a blog about our fly fishing adventures.

I began fly fishing in 1996.  My Dad gave me his Dad's bamboo fly rod, nothing special, except that it belonged to my grandfather, who spent many hours fishing on Caddo Lake with this rod.  I don't use the rod to fish, only to decorate, but it is that rod and stories of a grandfather I did not know that got me in to fly fishing.

The first fish I caught was a small brown trout on the South Platte River just south of Breckenridge, Colorado, and that is all it took for me to become addicted.  Though, it did take me a while to learn that I could also fly fish for bass and other warm, freshwater species.   I learned how to saltwater fly fish in June 2007, catching a very small Redfish and a respectable Speckled Trout in the Lower Laguna Madre for my first two saltwater species.

My fly rods are always TFO rods, all of which I have built, except for my CfR 5# rod.  I now own a 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 10, and am building a new 8# and a 9#.  I like medium-action rods, but I have TiCrX, Professional, BVK, and Finesse series rods.

Ross Reels outfit my freshwater rods and Nautilus NV reels (in colors) rig my saltwater rods.  I love Rio floating lines and Orvis Depth Charge sinking lines.  The bucket list fish for me are Taimen and Lenok for freshwater, yes, a trip to Mongolia is required to catch these species, and Permit for saltwater.  I look forward to the day when I have caught these beautiful species.  (I caught a Permit in the Carribbean Sea at Ambergris Caye, Belize on Saturday 24 April 2010!)  My favorite home water is Lake Amistad, our annual Spring Break destination, and I can not decide about out-of-state, but Alaska is near the top of that list.

We tye our own flies, and it was the CodyBugger fly that made our first date possible.  (This fly was also used in Cody's marriage proposal on Friday 10 September 2010!)  I hope to create a fly as versatile and successful as the CodyBugger.

Cody is the best partner anyone could have, and we have already had many adventures and are planning many more.  Here is where we'll share our adventures, so come join us for some fly fishing fun!
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...


© 2009-2024 Photos by Cody Bell and flyfshrgrl. Content is the intellectual property of Photos by Cody Bell and flyfshrgrl. No part of this blog may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or for any purpose without the express written permission of the authors.