Haruan Strike!
I usually fish soft plastic jerkbaits weightless but for wide-bodied shad type plastics, weighed hooks help keep the lure on an even keel for a more natural look.
This 2kilo+ juvie toman destroyed my 2X Owner doubles.
Friday, September 27, 2013
PNW Quickie
Burned a few hours at the park. It was also an opportunity for me to test my Modded Skeet Reese.
Haruan Strike!
I usually fish soft plastic jerkbaits weightless but for wide-bodied shad type plastics, weighed hooks help keep the lure on an even keel for a more natural look.
This 2kilo+ juvie toman destroyed my 2X Owner doubles.
Haruan Strike!
I usually fish soft plastic jerkbaits weightless but for wide-bodied shad type plastics, weighed hooks help keep the lure on an even keel for a more natural look.
This 2kilo+ juvie toman destroyed my 2X Owner doubles.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Puerto Azul, Rain and More Rain
I woke to a cold, drizzling 3 a.m. Sunday...
Conditions and common sense dictated that I remain in bed and not succumb to the insane notion that this was to be a great day for fishing.
The debate in my head began as a murmur but gained volume as the arguments progressed. Finally, the din was too loud so I got up and dressed.
I gathered my tackle and raided the fridge for provisions. As I exited the house, mother nature decided to have some fun and turned young drizzle into full fledged downpour. Freezing rain ran down my neck, jogged along my spine and walked through just about everywhere making sure to leave nary a dry spot on my body.
Finally, I was on my way. The cold soaking I received only bolstered my belief that this was to be a day for catching. I checked my cell and saw a message from another inmate of the angler's insanity ward. It read " kuya Bong saan ka fishing". It was sent at past 3 a.m. Obviously, this angler still had some sanity left in him for he texted late. True blue diehard inmates would call not text at 2a.m.
I drove the 50km. to Naic where the last stop for civilized provisions was located. The 7-11 here was well stocked and provided me with the much needed cholesterol, sugar and sodium for my trip. The only thing they lacked was ice but I figured with mother nature doing her best to keep temperatures around me below freezing, i really wouldn't need ice.
After a couple more kilometers I arrived at my destination. Conditions had brightened, the dark curtains were pulled back revealing potentially good weather with the breaking dawn. I learned later that this was just an intermission in the day long "Noah and the 40 day/night deluge" movie remake.
The water was slightly silted- conducive conditions for talakitok and other predators to come into the estuary. you didn't need a tide to trigger feeding as a slow continuous flow was coming from the swollen stream. The same flow carried with it fast food trays of fish goodies which attracted both prey and predators.
I tied on my noisiest lure dressed in the loudest colors- A vibe bait in firetiger. A real attention getter.
I cast it out over the shallow rock bottom and started a slow retrieve. I wanted the lure ticking off the rocks right in the kill zone. That first cast turned into a first strike as something arrested my lure's progress. The aggressor attempted to make a run as it felt steel bite down into its jaw.
Unfortunately for it, an Abu Gunnar raring for its first catch was at the other end. The reel gave no quarter and in seconds, the jack was lying on dry land.
Back to work went the gaudy lure and a couple of casts later, another attempt to accost it. The Abu turned on the burner- cranking in the fish, an estuary grouper, with no effort.
In a few minutes more, AntonV arrived. The bite had slowed as the tide began running out adding strength to the push of freshwater from the stream. We cast around but had no more takers.
The rains started again. First it was a light playful tease but this soon turned into full scale bullying. Mother Nature decided we needed a good cleaning. First she put us through the wash cycle. Loads of freezing water poured on us from all directions. Then after she had drenched us to her satisfaction, she started the spin cycle- cold wind blasting our already frozen bodies.
Yet we cast, stiff fingers working our reels. Hope was there but ebbing along with the tide.
Gaia put us through two more wash/dry cycles and this cleaned us out of any remaining piscatorial urges. We decided to call it a day...
Conditions and common sense dictated that I remain in bed and not succumb to the insane notion that this was to be a great day for fishing.
The debate in my head began as a murmur but gained volume as the arguments progressed. Finally, the din was too loud so I got up and dressed.
I gathered my tackle and raided the fridge for provisions. As I exited the house, mother nature decided to have some fun and turned young drizzle into full fledged downpour. Freezing rain ran down my neck, jogged along my spine and walked through just about everywhere making sure to leave nary a dry spot on my body.
Finally, I was on my way. The cold soaking I received only bolstered my belief that this was to be a day for catching. I checked my cell and saw a message from another inmate of the angler's insanity ward. It read " kuya Bong saan ka fishing". It was sent at past 3 a.m. Obviously, this angler still had some sanity left in him for he texted late. True blue diehard inmates would call not text at 2a.m.
I drove the 50km. to Naic where the last stop for civilized provisions was located. The 7-11 here was well stocked and provided me with the much needed cholesterol, sugar and sodium for my trip. The only thing they lacked was ice but I figured with mother nature doing her best to keep temperatures around me below freezing, i really wouldn't need ice.
After a couple more kilometers I arrived at my destination. Conditions had brightened, the dark curtains were pulled back revealing potentially good weather with the breaking dawn. I learned later that this was just an intermission in the day long "Noah and the 40 day/night deluge" movie remake.
The water was slightly silted- conducive conditions for talakitok and other predators to come into the estuary. you didn't need a tide to trigger feeding as a slow continuous flow was coming from the swollen stream. The same flow carried with it fast food trays of fish goodies which attracted both prey and predators.
I tied on my noisiest lure dressed in the loudest colors- A vibe bait in firetiger. A real attention getter.
I cast it out over the shallow rock bottom and started a slow retrieve. I wanted the lure ticking off the rocks right in the kill zone. That first cast turned into a first strike as something arrested my lure's progress. The aggressor attempted to make a run as it felt steel bite down into its jaw.
Unfortunately for it, an Abu Gunnar raring for its first catch was at the other end. The reel gave no quarter and in seconds, the jack was lying on dry land.
Back to work went the gaudy lure and a couple of casts later, another attempt to accost it. The Abu turned on the burner- cranking in the fish, an estuary grouper, with no effort.
In a few minutes more, AntonV arrived. The bite had slowed as the tide began running out adding strength to the push of freshwater from the stream. We cast around but had no more takers.
The rains started again. First it was a light playful tease but this soon turned into full scale bullying. Mother Nature decided we needed a good cleaning. First she put us through the wash cycle. Loads of freezing water poured on us from all directions. Then after she had drenched us to her satisfaction, she started the spin cycle- cold wind blasting our already frozen bodies.
Yet we cast, stiff fingers working our reels. Hope was there but ebbing along with the tide.
Gaia put us through two more wash/dry cycles and this cleaned us out of any remaining piscatorial urges. We decided to call it a day...
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Haruans on Plastics
A lot of fishing pressure in my favorite pond has rendered common lures ineffective. Although spinnerbaits still rack up, low signature baits like soft plastics are a good way to up the catch rate.
Jerkbaits have always been my favorite for salt and sweetwater. Flukes and assassins are killers.
3/8 oz. Tungsten heads with Owner 3/0's rigged with #20 wire. These heads give me distance and depth to work the deeper portions of the pond.
Unweighed Zoom.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
First Toman of the Season
The first rains after a long, hot dry spell always triggers freshwater fish to feed. Lower, more comfortable temperatures lure predators into newly inundated areas where prey are feeding.
This fattie took a liking to my glide bait.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
My Swinghead Rigs
These lures are great! Weedless, casts far and of course catches. Attaching different types of plastics gives you a versatile rig that can be used for various conditions and predators.
You can rip, crawl, bounce these lures anywhere in the water column.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Navotas Threadies
Steven and I decided to go for a half day trip to get some dinner fare. Navotas is the nearest spot to go to that has good/great fishing. reports indicated that only juvvie threadies were present but that was good enough for a couple of desperate anglers looking for some action.
Dawn at Tangos, Navotas
Mussel beds
Fish Traps
These fences funnel the fish to the circular trap at the end.
Threadie on a Got-Cha!
Steven all wrapped up.
These are really small. Usually we catch them in the 1-4 kilo range.
If you're around and want to try this experience, feel free to contact me. +6329272610702.
If you're around and want to try this experience, feel free to contact me. +6329272610702.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Puerto Azul Again
Needed a spot to test a newly acquired 5hp outboard so Puerto Azul was the best choice
By 9am, the wind had picked up so I beached the rig and fished from the rocks.
This cuda took a liking to my Got-Cha.
In typical cuda fashion, this fish dive-bombed the lure from above.
Whatever the cudas' lack in fighting ability, they make up for in mean looks.
Lost a monster cuda on my swimming worm rig AARGH!!!
The usual threadies showed up too. This one took a liking to my spoon.
A couple more on the killer spoon. This spot really produces and is so close to home.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Beautiful Handcarved Japanese Lures
The Japanese are known for their attention to detail and quality with whatever they make. Lures are no exception.
These two are made by Endoh Tatsumi. Extremely detailed! I'd like to tie them on and cast them out just to see them swim but the thought of marring the finish holds me back.
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