I was targeting bass early this morning…when that action slowed at about 10:30, put on spool
of Teeny T-200 and a streamer.
The pike literally almost swallowed the fly on the drop and although I was using a fairly stout
hand tied leader, I’m still surprised I wasn’t bitten off.
Not big…5-6 lbs maybe…but my 1st on a fly rod and a streamer I tied to boot…so special to me.
Nice! Was it a hoot on a fly rod? My only northern was last summer, on a medium spinning rod…17" and about a pound…maybe. Skinny little devil. BTW…I only fly fish. Friend wanted me to go out on the lake for Pike with him and his boat…and he provided gear. My lure was a plastic looking fish about 8" long. He didn’t look too big compared to the lure.
Very nice! I have yet to take a pike EVER, on ANY kind of tackle. When I get my 1st, it will be on the fly, just don’t know when or where that will be. Maybe next year.
Congrats & thanks for sharing!
Mike
Thanks guys!
Your kind comments make it even more special.
Gem…it was down, dirty, and personal on the fly rod.
Duckster…the 1st pike…the 1st fish I’ve had to fight on the reel in a long. long time…I
just didn’t want to kill him. No small feat with the thrashing, typical lockjaw. and the
deep fly. Got the streamer out with no bleeding from the gills or tongue…just my left thumb,
and let him go.
Yup, you have reached a personal goal. Good for you. I did that too, then wanted to go for muskie’s; never made it, but did successfully do major battle with a extremely long (a lot longer than I) (guide cut it in half to keep in the boat) ‘cuda’. Trust me, that counts! Don’t let them kid you, “size counts!”.
I caught my first northern(just under 30") last summer while smallie fishing, and it was as you say, down and dirty. I was also on my reel for the first time in a while. Funny story, I was standing in water about waist deep, and I couldn’t get this fish close enough to get a hand on him. 10 feet or so, and he would run and roll, and I couldn’t get him any closer. My wife walked down to my position, and said, “hand me your rod, and I’ll back up a few steps and bring it to you”. sounded good, until just as I was about to lift the fish from the water as he hung in front of me, he dove right between my legs. I knew if he wrapped my leg he was lost, so a one legged hopping dance ensued, for a few seconds. If anyone was watching they probably got a good laugh.