The Fisherman's Camera

Today I want to talk about a piece of fishing gear that is all too often found sitting on a shelf in the closet at home instead by your side where it belongs. Whether you wade the Grand for browns; the Credit for bows, or search the murky depths with a downrigger a good quality digital camera should be an essential part of your fishing gear, so you can relive those precious moments for years to come.

With today’s technology you don’t need to break the bank to produce fantastic pictures. Even at the lower end of the price scale you can buy a great digital camera that will produce 5 to 8 mega pixels of resolution with all the features you’ll ever need. Unless you intend to make a poster sized print, resolution over 5 mega pixels is not really noticeable, so don’t get too hung up on resolution.

Instead consider things like compactness, ease of use, shock resistance and weather resistance. And of course how much zoom capability you want. If you're camera's not waterproof be sure to carry it in a good quality waterproof case.

Often a matter of personal preference and feel, you’ll want something that is easy for you to use in the field. You don’t want to be scrolling through menus as you watch the race leader zoom off into the distance, or constantly push the zoom button because it’s located where they shutter button should be.

When selecting the amount of zoom capability you want stick with the optical zoom numbers. Many cameras offer a combination of optical and digital zoom, but be careful when using digital zoom because as the zoom increases the resolution decreases and your perfect shot could wind up being nothing more than a grainy blur. Look for a camera that won’t automatically switch to digital zoom when you reach the maximum range of your optical zoom. And if you tend to take a lot of action shots, high quality image stabilization is essential.

Whenever you get new camera use it, and use it a lot. Get familiar with all of the features so selecting the correct setting becomes as natural as depressing the shutter button. One of the real benefits that digital photography has brought to outdoors enthusiasts is that you can produce literally thousands of photos and it doesn’t cost you a cent. Unlike the days of film anyone can afford to take several shots of the same image, using a range of features and settings, and decide later which one is a keeper.

Capturing memories of your fishing adventures is something that should be just as important as the activity itself. Whether it’s a picture of dad landing a skyrocketing rainbow trout, your companion still dripping from an unexpected swim, or your granddaughter proudly holding her first rod and reel, having your camera at the ready will keep those memories alive for a lifetime.

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My Favorite Top Water Fishing Lure

Many years ago I was fishing between two islands on Lake Joseph, one of the three big Muskoka Lakes near Parry Sound Ontario. Still fishing hadn’t produced much action so I decided to try trolling the shoreline. I have no idea why but I decided to tie on a Jitterbug, a lure more typically used for casting into weed pockets than trolling behind an 18’ cedar strip.

I had the old 9.9 Merc putting along as slow as I could manage and sat back to enjoy the dead calm July evening and watch the setting sun. Suddenly I felt weight on the end of my line and the jitterbug had disappeared from sight. Confident that I had snagged a branch, I set the hook anyway and a 4 pound smallie launched skyward.

I threw the motor into neutral and spent the next five minutes wrestling with the acrobatic fish that was determined to spend more time in the air than it did in the water, to the side of the boat.

From that day on the Jitterbug became one of my “fall back” lures that is always in my tackle box. I have caught largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, pike, and musky on this lure. Sometimes casting and using a slow retrieve, other times letting it sit then retrieving a few feet, the Jitterbug not only catches fish but it can be hypnotic to watch.

You see the metal cup at the lip of the lure is the secret that creates its unique wobbling action and when retrieved at the correct speed you will hear a “burbling” sound coming from the lure. The combination of burbling and wobbling is often enough to spark large fish into action even on a slow day. And because your attention is always drawn to the action and sounds of the lure it’s almost heart stopping when wave appears behind your lure and the lure disappears. And it’s one reason that I keep coming back to my favorite top water lure.

Whether it’s trolling a calm shoreline at dusk or casting for smallies in my favorite pool on the Grand River in Southern Ontario there is just nothing that can compare to the thrill of taking any species of fish on this lively, entertaining top water lure. If you don’t have a Jitterbug in your tackle box; get one.

Be sure to keep checking back with Southern Ontario Outdoors for your Soutern Ontario fishing information and destinations.

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Aliens Living in Southern Ontario

No you don’t need to worry about meeting ET or Klingons while paddling down the Grand River – at least I’m pretty sure – but as we approach Biodiversity Day on May 22, which is held exactly one month after Earth Day, we need to become more aware of what we are doing – and have done – to the natural order of things in Southern Ontario.

According to Biodiversity Education and Awareness Network (BEAN) biodiversity is “life in all its variety: over 14 million species found from mountain top to deep-sea vent. But it is much more. Those species connect, and interact. Those interactions create communities and systems, and those systems provide goods and services such as oxygen production, pollination, water filtration and storage, pest control, food production, carbon storage and erosion control.”

Problems arise when those natural interactions are altered. This occurs when “alien species” (those species not normally found in a particular ecosystem, often referred to as invasive species) are introduced. In Southern Ontario this has occurred as a result of both intentional and non intentional introduction of foreign plants, animals, birds, and aquatic species into our well balanced, yet fragile, ecosystems.

Some of these more invasive “alien” squatters are:

Zebra Mussels – arrived in the ballast tanks of foreign freighters.

Round Goby – arrived in the ballast tanks of foreign freighters.

Purple Loosestrife – introduced by European settlers as ornamental flowers.

Rusty Crayfish – migrated or introduced from the Ohio River valley.

Garlic Mustard – introduced by European settlers.

Asian Long-Horned Beetle – arrived in foreign hardwood lumber; likely shipping crates.

So what can Ontario outdoors enthusiasts do to prevent the spread of invasive species?

Join an organization like BEAN that promotes biodiversity initiatives.
Educate yourself about the various invasive species in Southern Ontario.
Always use locally caught minnows for bait. Never bring them from another area.
Always use local firewood.
Always wash the bottom of your watercraft before launching it in a new waterbody.
Never pick or plant invasive species like purple loosestrife or garlic mustard.

Follow these simple tips and you’ll be doing your part to stop the spread of “aliens” in Southern Ontario.

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Len Rich – Author, Writer, Conservationist, Casts His Last Line

It wasn’t a sad affair; in fact the gathering was short on tears and long on stories of Len’s warmth, generosity and passion for the outdoors. Close to a hundred friends and family crammed into the small cabin at the Humber Springs Trout Club on April 18 for a final send off, and this was not even the formal memorial for Len. That will be held on April 25th in Clarenville Newfoundland.

You see Len, who was born and raised in Whitehall, a small town in upstate New York left for the rugged hills of Newfoundland after spending 8 years in the US military. There his love of the great outdoors took root and blossomed into a burning passion that culminated when he was presented the Canada Recreational Fisheries Award by the Governor General of Canada. He brought that love and passion to Ontario when he moved to Orangeville after the loss of his wife Ruby in 2004. Len happily shared the rest of his days with partner and writer Susan Buckle and had just moved to North Bay where they had planned to settle and explore Ontario’s northland.

Len had two driving passions in his life; writing and fly-fishing. How appropriate that the two usually became one. He was the author of several books and countless articles on the art of fly-fishing, and the winner of many writing awards to match. In the early 90’s he built and ran a premiere fly-in fishing lodge at Awesome Lake in Labrador. This too became a book “So you want to be an outfitter”.

I’ve only known Len for about 10 years but like many in the outdoors community quickly came to call him my friend. I was manning a booth for the Outdoor Writers of Canada when this large friendly man with a big belly, short white beard, and a smile like Santa came strolling over and picked up some literature. We exchanged a few pleasantries and he vanished into the crowd. A few weeks later Len sent in his application and within a year became our Eastern Director, a position he held for three years.

He not only loved to write but he loved to share his passion with other writers. He assumed the role of Chairman of OWC’s mentor program and guided many young writers as they took their first tentative steps into the world of outdoors writing. In recognition of his efforts he was presented with the Jack Davis Mentorship Award for his work with new writers.

Len was a quiet insightful man, but above all he was a doer. This never became more evident to me than in the late winter of 2008. OWC had gone through a few turbulent months where the very existence of the organization was in doubt. The worst was now over, but everyone was exhausted. This was not the time to organize a national convention. Len thought otherwise and insisted that we needed a convention to pull the organization together. As acting Executive Director at the time I was skeptical.

I have been around volunteer organizations long enough to realize that there are a lot of people that are long on rhetoric, but short on action and my guard is always up. I had no idea of the depth of his commitment to make this happen. I was elated as it soon became apparent that Len was one of the rare doers and he quickly pulled me and fellow outdoor writer Peter Wood on board. We were joined at the hip for the next three months as obstacles were overcome one by one. Len managed to pull of one of the most financially successful conventions in the history of OWC.

The bond we developed last spring endured and this summer we were to have spent some quieter time tickling the water with flies, but that was not to be as Len finally succumbed to his battle with pancreatic cancer.

As honoured as we were to be able to share in a celebration of Len’s life, Len would have been humbled and surprised by the outpouring of love and affection. You see, that’s just who Len was; a man who gave much and expected little in return. If there is a life lesson to be learned from Len it’s to give more than you get, and in return you’ll get much more than you expect.

Tight lines my friend; somehow I think you’ll be on the stream with me this summer after all.

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5 Rules of Southern Ontario Steelhead Fishing Etiquette

When it comes to fishing there are two kinds of regulations to keep in mind. Those that are produced and regulated by the government and those that are unwritten and regulated by your peers.

Now, assuming you’ve read the formal regulations for your area and have purchased your fishing license, you can legally fish, but, there are also some unwritten laws; the ones that will get you into trouble with your fellow fishermen. Everyone is out for a good time and there is an air of respect and camaraderie amongst the fishing fraternity. Newcomers are quickly welcomed, but just as quickly shunned if basic rules of etiquette are not followed.

1. There is one all encompassing rule from which everything else flows: Show respect for others! There are few things more irritating than drift fishing a short run and having someone walk right in beside you and cast over your line. Or, to have someone treat a public lake or river like it is his or her personal domain.

2. Respect private property! The rule is simple; if you don't have permission, don't be there. Now I know it's always possible to stray onto a private portion of a stream by mistake, but if you're asked to leave simply apologize and leave. Who knows, perhaps your honesty and courtesy will gain you permission to a new fishing hole.

3. Don't litter! Whether you're on public or private land pick up your garbage and put it in a container or take it home with you. That includes discarded hooks, sinkers, and line; all of these are hazardous to waterfowl.

4. Don’t land, or attempt to land, someone else’s fish without being invited to do so. It is quite proper to offer, but you must remember that many fishermen consider landing their own fish an important part of the experience.

5. Make way for someone playing a fish. This seems like common sense but I’m always amazed at fishermen that simply won’t reel in their line or move to let someone play their fish properly.

Follow these simple rules and you’ll be welcome on any stream; ignore them and you may be in for a very unpleasant fishing experience.

Trout season opens April 25 throughout most of Southern Ontario. Good luck!

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Toronto Sportsmen's Show Moving to New Digs

It hit me like a hammer; the Toronto Sportsmen’s Show is moving! That’s right folks after 63 years at the CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) grounds Southern Ontario’s largest outdoors show, the Toronto Sportsmen’s Show, is moving to the Toronto Convention Centre.

I’m going to give this a while to sink in before wading in with my personal opinions of the move but I’m sure there will not be many fence sitters when it comes to the new venue. For those in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area) the Convention Centre is very accessible and convenient for those that use public transit. For those of us coming from out of town it’s nothing more than a logistical nightmare. Oh well, decisions are made and this was likely not a knee-jerk reaction.

For now let’s take a trip down memory lane.

The Toronto Sportsmen’s Show has been a part of my life for just about as long as I can remember, so that means that I’m only a few years shy of having been there from the beginning. My grandparents lived in the east end of Toronto when I was growing up so events like the Sportsmen’s Show provided a great, low cost way for my parents to keep us kids amused for a few hours when we made the trip from Wingham to the big city.

Up until a few years ago the Toronto Sportsman’s Show occupied the Coliseum building at the CNE. Although the larger venue provided by the Direct Energy Building was greatly needed, it did in my opinion, loose all of its character and became just another show when the move took place.

Some of my fondest memories are of jostling crowds, the smell of hay in the arena, creaking floorboards, and a multitude of stairways and hidden corridors. And then there was the ever present smell of pipe smoke. Those were the days when Brigham pipes used to sell their factory seconds for a very cheap price and were set up right across the aisle from a tobacco vendor. No, I’m not a smoker and certainly don’t advocate smoking, but that was a different era and like everyone else I became a pipe smoker for a day. To this day the smell of pipe smoke conjures up images of camping supplies, fishing tackle, and creaking floors.

I remember buying my first upscale fishing rod there; it was a Berkley Bionix and when you bought one you got a Berkley Lightning Rod for free. I never did care for the Bionix, but the Lightning Rod has accompanied me on every fishing trip since the mid 70’s and has landed – and lost – tons of fish.

Over the years we have bought tents, backpacks, fishing tackle, and every new gadget on the market. You know, now that I think of it the move to the Convention Centre may not be that much of a stretch. The move from the Coliseum for me was like loosing an old, albeit smoky, friend.

The great outdoors is still very much alive in Southern Ontario and the Toronto Sportsmen’s Show, regardless of the venue, will always be a memorable part of it.

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Ice Fishing Weekend 2009

If it’s one thing you can count on throughout the Southern Ontario winter it’s the fact that you can never depend on the weather. Each year we plan an ice fishing trip to Smed’s (name altered to protect the guilty) cottage near Owen Sound. We usually head up sometime between mid and late February so we can enjoy a few more hours of fishing as the late winter sun rises a bit higher in the sky and stays out a bit longer.

Food was bought, travel arrangements made and then it happened; an early morning message from Smed saying that all the highways heading north were closed. So now what? Do we pick another weekend or play wait and see.

Finally by late morning the winds started to die down and the sun peeked through the clouds. Smed started out first and was to let us know if he thought he could make it. Well after another 45 min we got a message saying that he was making slow but steady progress. Sam started out from Ayr and was to pick me up in Kitchener on the way along. After waiting longer than it should have taken I get a phone call from Sam. “I’m on the side of the road; @#$%$ car died!” After another hour and a few bottles of gas line antifreeze, we were on our way.

Other than a few minor whiteouts, the trip was relatively uneventful. Handshakes all round, a toast to the fish gods, and off onto the ice where his ice hut, affectionately know as Red/Green was waiting. Sam soon had a roaring fire blazing in the stove as the temperature continued to plummet. After a couple of hours and no hits we decided that the sudden change in temperature had the fish all messed up so we fired up the ATVs and headed back to the cottage for supper, only to find that Smed had forgotten that he had agreed to provide supper. Oh well, a bit of fussing and some scrounging had us sitting down to a fine feed of barbequed pork chops, chased down by some rather good French wine.

With the exception of a short break for lunch, Saturday found us back on the ice for the whole day but still with only one reasonable pike to show for our efforts. Well, back to the barbeque and some nice thick T-bone steaks. So thick in fact that we only had steak; that’s right nothing else just steak, a true meateterian delight.

The weather called for blizzard-like conditions again on Sunday so we only spent a few hours on the ice, most of it in a screaming blizzard, and then quickly packed up and headed south. I should mention that I did manage to land one reasonable sized pike on Sunday morning. The drive home was even more unpleasant than the drive up, but some good conversation and CBC radio got us through.

So there it is, a whole weekend and only two fish. So why bother you ask? Well to me it’s always about the journey and not the destination. It’s the memories, the companionship of good friends and the warm glow after a couple of drams of good scotch that makes it all worthwhile. Why not drop us a line and let us know about your own ice fishing adventures.

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