I went home to visit my folks to celebrate my father's birthday. We usually do some shad fishing and follow that up with some sort of float trip. We decided to hit the Occoquan since our spots on the Rapp have been crowded the past two years.
We launched at 4pm on Friday into fairly stout winds and headed upstream. There were a surprising number of boats there, and to make matters worse, they were in my spots. Two guys were anchored in a canoe in one of my spots and had the audacity to catch a shad right in front of me as we passed by. I wrote my name on the water at that spot last year. Couldn't they read?
There were a couple boats where I wanted to try for snakeheads, too. One had a woman fly fishing for shad, and she was slaying them. She could cast as far as her partner could with a spinning rod, and she caught on nearly every cast. Dad and I couldn't do squat a bit downstream of them. I felt like I was getting the evil eye from the fly fisher, so we headed downstream.
I had to anchor up to hold position in the wind. Dad and I had a couple strikes each as the sun went down, but couldn't connect. The guys in the canoe finally left with what looked like a nice stringer of fish, but I couldn't make out the species. We went to where they were, and I hooked up with a really nice shad not long after. It pulled easily against my dragged and stayed deep, which makes me think it was an American. I finally got it near the surface, and it looked like one of the the biggest I've ever caught. Then the hook pulled. We had a few more hits here and there, but nothing stuck.
I don't know what we were doing wrong, but the fish were definitely there. I've never had that happen before. We tried a variety of sizes and colors of darts as well as spoons and grubs. Chartreuse darts seemed to get the most attention.
The upside of the evening was I got a rare pic of Dad smiling:
Another upside was we met a couple of nice guys back at the launch who fished out of a kayak and canoe. The dude in the kayak had a good evening of bass catching, and the guy in the canoe caught a mixed bag of cats and bass. I had my thermometer with me, but I forgot to check it.
On Saturday, we did a float on the Occoquan River trail. We launched by the dam at Lake Jackson and floated down to Bull Run Marina, which was about a 9.3 mile float.
There isn't much parking at the top--maybe enough for 3 or 4 cars:
The trail to the water is steep. There's gravel at the beginning and mulch most of the way down. Definitely bring a cart (we didn't).
The launch:
The dam:
All ready to go:
I didn't have high expectations for the fishing. Unfortunately, the fishing was kind of lackluster, but the scenery for the first 4 miles or so was really pretty. The fishing at the beginning was the best. Dad hooked a nice bass on an electric blue worm, but lost it when it jumped. I had something big and green flow my swimming fluke and open its mouth to strike, but then it saw me. It was either a nice bass or a big pickerel. Sunfish were pretty common at the beginning:
Creek scenery:
Bluebell bank:
Other wildflowers included green and golds and spring beauties:
Rocky shoreline farther downstream:
There was lots of wildlife, including turtles, herons, and a bald eagle:
This is an easy float to pace yourself on because there are two bridges that divide the float into thirds, more or less.
The first and second bridges after the launch:
I threw almost everything I had in my tackle box, and could only manage a handful of bluegill and one small bass. Once again, the small firetiger Rapala was the most productive lure and caught half the fish. The other half came on various spinners. I tried natural color and firetiger crankbaits of all diving depths, small plastic worms (too windy to work effectively), various Storm shads and swimming flukes, spinnerbaits, and grubs. I threw lures at rock piles, brush piles, flats, stumps, and every kind of habitat I could find. I don't know what we were doing wrong. Water temperature was right around 60*.
At least it was a nice float, and the first 4 miles are really pretty. After that, there are more houses and the scenery isn't as wild. The beginning of the float isn't Hobie-friendly, and it was the farthest I've ever paddled. I'm definitely sore today, but at least all the right muscles are sore. The last mile was into a 20mph+ wind, but we were able to maintain 3mph, which was cool. In all, it was a good trip and lots of fun, but I wouldn't recommend it for the fishing, at least on windy days.
We launched at 4pm on Friday into fairly stout winds and headed upstream. There were a surprising number of boats there, and to make matters worse, they were in my spots. Two guys were anchored in a canoe in one of my spots and had the audacity to catch a shad right in front of me as we passed by. I wrote my name on the water at that spot last year. Couldn't they read?
There were a couple boats where I wanted to try for snakeheads, too. One had a woman fly fishing for shad, and she was slaying them. She could cast as far as her partner could with a spinning rod, and she caught on nearly every cast. Dad and I couldn't do squat a bit downstream of them. I felt like I was getting the evil eye from the fly fisher, so we headed downstream.
I had to anchor up to hold position in the wind. Dad and I had a couple strikes each as the sun went down, but couldn't connect. The guys in the canoe finally left with what looked like a nice stringer of fish, but I couldn't make out the species. We went to where they were, and I hooked up with a really nice shad not long after. It pulled easily against my dragged and stayed deep, which makes me think it was an American. I finally got it near the surface, and it looked like one of the the biggest I've ever caught. Then the hook pulled. We had a few more hits here and there, but nothing stuck.
I don't know what we were doing wrong, but the fish were definitely there. I've never had that happen before. We tried a variety of sizes and colors of darts as well as spoons and grubs. Chartreuse darts seemed to get the most attention.
The upside of the evening was I got a rare pic of Dad smiling:
Another upside was we met a couple of nice guys back at the launch who fished out of a kayak and canoe. The dude in the kayak had a good evening of bass catching, and the guy in the canoe caught a mixed bag of cats and bass. I had my thermometer with me, but I forgot to check it.
On Saturday, we did a float on the Occoquan River trail. We launched by the dam at Lake Jackson and floated down to Bull Run Marina, which was about a 9.3 mile float.
There isn't much parking at the top--maybe enough for 3 or 4 cars:
The trail to the water is steep. There's gravel at the beginning and mulch most of the way down. Definitely bring a cart (we didn't).
The launch:
The dam:
All ready to go:
I didn't have high expectations for the fishing. Unfortunately, the fishing was kind of lackluster, but the scenery for the first 4 miles or so was really pretty. The fishing at the beginning was the best. Dad hooked a nice bass on an electric blue worm, but lost it when it jumped. I had something big and green flow my swimming fluke and open its mouth to strike, but then it saw me. It was either a nice bass or a big pickerel. Sunfish were pretty common at the beginning:
Creek scenery:
Bluebell bank:
Other wildflowers included green and golds and spring beauties:
Rocky shoreline farther downstream:
There was lots of wildlife, including turtles, herons, and a bald eagle:
This is an easy float to pace yourself on because there are two bridges that divide the float into thirds, more or less.
The first and second bridges after the launch:
I threw almost everything I had in my tackle box, and could only manage a handful of bluegill and one small bass. Once again, the small firetiger Rapala was the most productive lure and caught half the fish. The other half came on various spinners. I tried natural color and firetiger crankbaits of all diving depths, small plastic worms (too windy to work effectively), various Storm shads and swimming flukes, spinnerbaits, and grubs. I threw lures at rock piles, brush piles, flats, stumps, and every kind of habitat I could find. I don't know what we were doing wrong. Water temperature was right around 60*.
At least it was a nice float, and the first 4 miles are really pretty. After that, there are more houses and the scenery isn't as wild. The beginning of the float isn't Hobie-friendly, and it was the farthest I've ever paddled. I'm definitely sore today, but at least all the right muscles are sore. The last mile was into a 20mph+ wind, but we were able to maintain 3mph, which was cool. In all, it was a good trip and lots of fun, but I wouldn't recommend it for the fishing, at least on windy days.
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