Pumkinseed + Bluegill

 My fishing prowess takes on different characteristics from year to year.

If you are really anxious to find out the 2021             , please feel free to skip to the end of this blog entry.

Given the nature of this blog, there are probably also good clues to my fishing practices based on the different places on this continent that I have found myself ................ 

The gear employed indicates my seriousness in gathering/eating/growing/feeding fish

as a kid hanging out with island grandpa, we were learning from the master and the focus was stationary bottom fishing using the jig method.  He had a row boat and a runabout, so we went out in the lagoon or a nearby harbour.  

we caught mostly flounder and sea robins, sculpin...............  Those things were SOOOOOOO noisy and were either put right back in the water or saved to use as lobster bait

from the shoreline where you might normally do some type of casting, we were drafted to swim out to our tall grandpa when his pockets were too full to harvest big         clams ..  that clam rake as a bit too heavy for us to operate, and we couldn't get far enough off the shore to reach the bigger clams

those tasty bivalves were either made into baked clams an eaten fresh from the oven, and the leftovers went into the freezer for future clammy enjoyment.  The fresh ones would be slurped by the adults 

carp in loch raven reservoir

fishing off the BYC pier or swim platform

Fish poetry

 It's been raining pesce     and cephalopods here the last few days, so I've been hanging in the office and sorting thru papers.  Yuckl!

Yesterday I amused myself by writing a fish limerick.  Today I might bang out a couple Haiku.

As I rearrange books on my shelves, quite a bit have to do with water based critters.  I think that has something to do with 22 years of US Coast Guard (USCG) experiences with a fisheries related emphasis.  

My other specialty was Search and Rescue, and invariably that was mostly in response to fishing vessel emergencies.  This included:

• grad school in fisheries management at the University of Washington
• USCG member on the North Pacific Fisheries Management Council in Anchorage, AK
• four years of service on ships operating in the North Pacific and Northeast Atlantic (NJ/NY and New England to Canada) primarily completing commercial fisheries boardings

 

I think that you get the idea, and here is the inaugural poem.

A smart little girl went to catch some fish,

Told all her friends it's her only wish,

She swam and she swam,

said "Hello!" to a clam,

Fed a meal to her fam' that was so delish!!! 

AXOLOTL CARE GUIDE | Housing, Feeding, & Tank Mates | Ambystoma mexicanum

This is a great video for those thinking about what will be required before you add an axolotl to your family.

I  really liked the style of Gamer's Wife presentation.  She allows the visuals to speak for themselves by not appearing in the video, just doing the commentary.

Silly Shiners

 I've been taught to use your own fishing bait whenever possible.  In my current preferred method of fishing to use only flies, I have not been able to master the art of tying my own flies, but I don't have the patience to tie them myself.

I belong to a local fly fishing group called Fly Girls, and they have been sponsoring zoom video classes on fly tying.  They are a cool social way to learn some new fly patterns, but it takes very deft fingers, a bunch of supplies, and again patience to make just one fly.

Even if it's not perfect it can still be effective in catching the desired fish it it's the right color, moves in a similar manner to the bait characteristics, etc.

Shiners are problematic, because most of the live ones will die in the 20 minute trip I take from the fishing shop to our house. 

My efforts to catch them in traps this year has been futile.  I'm either using the wrong bait, checking the traps too frequently, using the wrong style of trap, and all the other reasons that I cannot think about right this minute.

Also, my favorite trap was stolen last fall when I took a short bathroom place at my favorite fishing spot on Belle Isle.  There's a small culvert that allows the tiny lake to communicate with the Detroit River, and if the water is clear enough you can see all the fish hanging around or traveling thru in either direction depending on the light characteristics, temperature changes, and whether they're looking for a good place to rest or find different type of prey.

All I have to do on a clear water and overcast day is lower a line with a dry or wet fly/fish into the water and you can see the pan fish follow it around and decide whether it's good to eat.   If they decide it's GO TIME they'll strike and I can just put the tip of the rod up to set the hook, and I have a feisty friend for the turtles and plecostamus in the fresh water tank.

Piece of cake! 

 

 And then there were none......

Now that I can visit my favourite microbrewery more frequently since they built a patio and can roll up the garage door type windows to the street, I had a nice conversation with a young guy.

He told me about the incredible fecundity of a few dozen regular goldfish that he put in his dad's pond.  They are reproducing like watery rabbits, which was not what he expected.  

The pond is about an acre and about 4 feet deep, so it's no surprise that the little buggers have no problem surviving over the winter.

I have gifted some feeder fish to a friend with a small pond that has a maximum depth of 2 feet.  They were less than 3 inches when I put them in there in late summer, and they were hunkered down over the winter with no problem.  They don't seem to have survived this winter, but I think they were probably poached by a bird or racoon in the fall.

We had to give a few 8 inch goldies to a neighbor because we had no room in the aquarium.  They made it with no problem through a pretty tough midwest winter, but my favourite orange beauty was snatched by a racoon as the family members watched from inside the house!  Yikes!

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Volunteering at Detroit Abloom

On a cold March night a few winters ago I quickly strode from my car to the warmth of my local library.  A local flower farm, less than a mile from my home, was holding a seminar on Dahlias.  I brought my $8 check which would secure a healthy tuber, a pot full of planting media, and a beautifully delivered presentation that the owners warned may start a lifetime fascination with Dahlias.  The were SO right.

I have always been fascinated with plants.  My mom inherited her green thumb from her dad.  Back in the 1700s my white bread ancestors farmed the land in a more rural Connecticut colony.  I have a modest raised bed that my husband built for me several springs ago.  I have been converting my too symmetrically planned landscaping into something more pleasing to my non-linear mind.

The books I check out of the library are invariably ones about plants.  My current fascination is with carnivorous plants, and we have been populating our aquaria with water plants to provide nitrogen removal, food for the turtles and vegetarian and omnivorous fish, and to bring some green into the primarily gravel and orangish fish environments.

I have bought Dahlia tubers from my local garden stores, but most I have gotten at Detroit Abloom.  Since my retirement I have much more free time on my hands, so I started to volunteer at this flower farm.  The owners are so         and

I have also achieved the Master Gardener designation through the Michigan State University Extension Program.  This volunteer program requires forty hours of community service to achieve your initial certification, and additional time each year.

Fish stewardship 101

After a very mild winter, spring seems to have sprung just after the solstice.  It makes me want to visit the fish we had to give away after the big flood of 2016. It wasn't really that bad, with only two feet in the basement at its highest, but we lost several watery creatures and a lot of equipment.

The koi and goldfish found a home a few blocks away, and the fourteen inch plecostamus also found a nice new owner.  The koi pond is almost four feet deep, ten feet long and five feet wide.  There were lots of plant stalks that the fish could nestle up to and stay warm.  Our ten plus inch gold fish dwarfed the koi they had in there.  For all of our fish it was the first winter they spent exposed to the elements.

The goldfish and koi both like the colder temperatures, which probably explains the goldfishes quick growth when they were living in the much warmer turtle aquarium.

Goldie, the big goldfish, was eaten by a bold raccoon early in the summer of 2017.  I am afraid that her vibrant orangish golden hue made her an easy target in the pond.  The only other orangish fish was Oriole, a four inch black and orange koi who could more easily hide the aquatic plants when the raccoon ambled by the pond.

These may be the same raccoons who are molesting the eggplants and jalapeños in my garden. 

We have bought a new plecostamus named Petty.  This is a dual homage to Lori Petty of Tank Girl and League of Their Own fame, and the trumpet like flowers. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷/////??????????? I'm not a huge fan of the flower, as they are not perennials. 

Petty is faring well in the garage based turtle aquarium.  I will report later on how she fares over the winter.

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The winter went pretty well for the garage dwellers.  My partner in crime constructed an insulated enclosure to keep them nice and toasty.  There were a few pump problems and water level sensors that malfunctioned, so most the the annoying stuff was cleaning out the filter media.  If you don't do that frequently enough, the water gets cloudy and the fish die if the aquarium gets to nasty.

Ahem, we lost two mutant feeder fish (who grew to the normal turtle aquarium size of about 8 inches).  Of course, one of them was Orange Crush.  Whitey Bolger is the only one who escaped death, this time......

We had a water quality crash yesterday, but I grabbed Whitey out of there and quarantined them in a Home Depot bucket with a bubbler.  Two feeder fish (only 1.5 inches so far) that I put in last week also showed up in the sump as we changed out the disgusting filter media.  They made it down the siphon pipe without perishing, so fishy props to them.

Once the water gets a little cleaner, they will go back in with Nacho, Libre and Petty.

Stay tuned for they next water drama in the garage!