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Posted

That video is pretty crazy. I guess the guy that had the fish on didn't want to move and lose his spot, but finally had to.  

Glad we have plenty of water to spread out on down here on the White river and no "outlets". 

On second thought... we do have a couple outlets at Dry Run Creek, but AGFC reserves it for the kids and handicapped.

Maybe MDC should follow that lead....


 

Posted

I'm proud to say that the only "outlet fishing" I've ever done was at night, in the fog, when nobody else was standing there.   

If you're going to partake in that insanity, that's just something you'll have to get used to.

Posted
3 hours ago, MoCarp said:

 

This is almost assuredly after they fed at the hatchery. 

Back in my day, when you hooked a fish in the outlet, you left your spot and everybody shifted up and then you landed your fish. And then you took last in line. This is asinine. I'm with FW, only time I fish the outlets now is at night if the water is running. What a goatrope lol

“To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.”--Aldo Leopold

Posted

That video is nuts. I have to admit I have never seen anything like that in the 45 years I have fished Taneycomo. Like most, I only fished the outlets at night over the years. And I caught some pretty big fish with lighted indicators and scuds. Nine years ago when I became partially handicap that changed. And this last go round of cancer has cost me a lung. So now if you see an old looking guy sitting in a lawn chair, that would probably be me. I am going to fish through this cancer until I can no longer get to the creek and back. Right now I spend a lot of time watching my lovely wife catch fish. I try to keep a rod ready to go for  her when she breaks off. And I love every minute of it. 

Posted
47 minutes ago, laker67 said:

That video is nuts. I have to admit I have never seen anything like that in the 45 years I have fished Taneycomo

I’m 40 plus years there too.  It’s been that way the past couple years.  I don’t fish them but did years ago and it wasn’t like that.  

Posted

I watched something almost exactly like that video one time in, believe it or not, Alaska.  It was the 4th of July, and we had booked a fly-in trip to a supposedly remote lake to fish the inlet where the stream feeding it enters it.  What we didn't take into account was two things...it was the 4th of July, and if you can fly a float plane onto it, it isn't exactly remote.  So when the plane landed, there were about 20 other float planes tied up to the bank along the shore of the lake, and this tiny little creek entering the lake.  It also happened to be a dry summer, and the creek was simply too low for the salmon that were supposed to be entering it to get up it.  So there was a big pod of salmon right at the mouth of the creek in about 2-4 feet of water...and they were totally surrounded by fishermen.  If it wasn't for the fact that our float plane pilot's plan was to leave us there for the day and fly back in to pick us up that evening, we would have told him to turn around and fly us back right then.  The pilots of the other planes were either "guides" as well, standing dutifully behind the nimrods with their nets, or they were just lounging on the hillside overlooking the circus, watching with amusement.  Mary and I fished for a while casting toward deeper water well away from the group of 30-40 anglers, hoping to catch a few strays from the pod, and indeed did catch a couple, but it wasn't much fun, so we joined the other pilots in watching the show.

And a show it was.  There was one guy in particular, dressed head to toe in the latest in Orvis, chest waders even though he was standing in a foot of water (and the water was not all that cold, given the time of year), camera around his neck to record his catches, fly vest pockets full of whatever.  And he was really good at snagging those sockeyes--yes, snagging them, not legitimately catching them.  When he would hook one, he would kinda pose in classic manner, trying to look like a nonchalant expert.  And there was another poor guy with only one arm fishing next to him, and the fish would invariably end up going around the feet of that unfortunate soul.  So one time the Orvis nimrod was going to walk around the front of the one-armed man to play his fish, and stepped just a little too far out...off a ledge.  He disappeared, only his hat showing.  The fish was tied up around the one-armed guy, who had put his rod in his teeth and was trying to pull out Orvis guy with his only hand.  Finally Orvis guy's guide came to the rescue and helped him out of the water, his waders full, his camera soaked along with the rest of him.

It gets better.  The guide suggested Orvis guy go up into the brush and change clothes.  Orvis guy clambered up to the bank, dug clothing out of a big pile of gear, and disappeared.

Now, our pilot had warned us to keep watch for a female brown bear and her two half grown cubs, who came out of the brush sometime early in the afternoon every day to do their own exploitation of the pod of sockeyes.  If she showed up, everybody was to retreat to the hillside where we were watching.  He said she had never bothered anybody, but just get away from the spot and leave her to her fishing.

A few minutes after Orvis guy disappeared, suddenly he reappeared, barefooted and in his tidy whitey underwear only, running gingerly on the rocky bank...the three bears right behind him.  (I have pictures of this, but I can't find them right now.)  He ran on down the bank, but the bears were only interested in fish, so they calmly waded out into the pod of salmon as everybody else retreated.  But the two cubs quickly got bored with fishing.  One of them spied Orvis guy's pile of gear...backpack, three more fly rods sticking up, cooler.  (Now note that it wasn't the only pile of gear lying around, but apparently the other people were smart enough not to have some nicely smelling food in their gear.)  The bear ambled up and proceeded to tear into the backpack.  Score!  A big hunk of summer sausage disappeared.  Then for some reason the bear took offense to the fly rods, and proceeded to chew all three into shorter sections. 

Orvis guy's guide pulled out a big revolver, probably a .44 magnum.  The other guides and pilots started shouting at him to put it away.  He shouted back that he was only going to shoot into the air to scare the bears away.  The other pilots and guides told him not to even think about it.  So he put the gun away, and eventually the cub lost interest in the gear after leaving it in tatters. 

But wait, I'm not done yet.  So now the other guides and pilots and clients were all down on the Orvis guy's guide.  So they really were tickled pink when the cubs again lost interest in fishing and went walking down the bank, investigating the float planes.  Now everybody else had made sure the doors were shut on their planes...but not Orvis guy's guide, who was apparently also his pilot.  His float plane door was standing open.  Score again!  The bear disappeared into the float plane, and came out with a bag of potato chips, which it ate.  Then it went back in, and I swear, came out with a bottle of beer!  It chewed the bottle for a bit but was unable to get it open and lost interest.  It entered the plane one more time, and you could hear things being moved around...I suspect it found more food and ate it.  Finally it left the plane for good.  

 

Posted

And the moral of the story is...... 

    Shoulda let him shoot the bear and avoided all of the unnecessary drama.  👍 

 

 

A man with a .44 is THE apex predator.  Bears need to just go ahead and learn that.  

Posted

And a river runs thru it 

"Honor is a man's gift to himself" Rob Roy McGregor

Posted
21 hours ago, fishinwrench said:

And the moral of the story is...... 

    Shoulda let him shoot the bear and avoided all of the unnecessary drama.  👍 

 

 

A man with a .44 is THE apex predator.  Bears need to just go ahead and learn that.  

If you wanna shoot a 700 pound brown bear with a .44 magnum, you really better be a good shot...and be ready to climb a tree while waiting for it to die.

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