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Carrying Worms While Fishing

If you're anything like me, you like to fish with live worms. Carrying live worms can be a pain in the butt. You have to carry that bulky Styrofoam container around with you the entire time you're fishing. In my case, I walk two or three miles every time I go fishing, crossing the river four or five times in the process. Because of all of this moving around, I would have to put the Styrofoam worm container inside a pocket of my fishing vest. This always resulted in the Styrofoam container breaking, plus pulling out the container every time I needed a worm was a complete hassle.

On one fishing trip I came up with an idea. What if I could take my worms fishing with me, and not have to take the container they come in? I came up with the idea of a little pouch. What if I had a little pouch or bag that I could attach to myself that would hold my fishing worms? So I did exactly that. Once I saw the "bait bag", I liked it, but then wondered if it would actually work? It seemed like the worms would crawl out, if they were just transferred to the bag for the day of fishing? So I tried it. I transferred the live worms into the bag.

Can you guess what happened? The little buggers didn't move. They just sat there waiting to be used. The worms nestled in the bottom of the "bag", like a baby kangaroo in its mothers pouch. It was amazing. Now the worms were hanging right on the front of my vest for easy access. My worms were literally "at my fingertips".

That was nearly 20 years ago, since then the bag has gotten a little bigger and looks better, but the technique of carrying my worms has remained the same. To me, Styrofoam containers are just what I buy the worms in, and then as soon as I get to my fishing area, the worms are transferred into my bait bag, so my worms are at my fingertips ready to be used. I would suggest that you get your hands on a bait bag, whether you make it yourself or buy it, so you too will never have to worry about those stupid Styrofoam containers again. Once you begin employing a bait bag to carry your live worms, you will never fish without it.

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Once in a Lifetime Fly Fishing on the Cimarron River

Two of my favorite New Mexico rivers to fish are the San Juan River and Cimarron River. This story is about the Cimarron. The Cimarron River is in Northeast New Mexico and emanates out of Eagle Nest Lake. Located on the eastern edge of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, this dry fly gem flows eastward through Cimarron Canyon State Park along US Hwy 64. After flowing into several other rivers this water ultimately reaches the Mississippi River. New Mexico Game and Fish estimates nearly 4,000 catchable sized wild browns per mile, this is unquestionably the healthiest wild brown trout fishery in the state and one of the healthiest in the southern Rocky Mountains. Most of the wild browns are 10-14 inches with the occasional big boy. This fishery is not well known but can still get a little crowded close to the roads during mid summer.

I can easily get to the Cimarron within a one-day hard drive from my Fly Shop near Tyler, Texas and be fishing late that afternoon or early the next morning. The high mountain scenery is beautiful and the fishing is great.

My story begins in the middle of June 2002. During June, the stonefly hatch is in full swing on the Cimarron and big browns will eagerly attack a size 14 or 16 Stimulator with regularity. This is my favorite time of year to fish this river. This is dry fly fishing at its best.

Unfortunately, if you remember, this was during the time wild fires were engulfing many parts of New Mexico, Colorado and Arizona. The Cimarron Canyon State Park was surrounded by a couple of such fires.

I arrived at the Pine Ridge Hotel, only about a mile from quality fishing water, late Monday evening. This is a quaint little four-room hotel nestled near the entrance of the state park. After checking in, the hotel owner told me that the park was closed and had been since Friday. Because of the fire dangers, it was closed to everything including camping, hiking, picnicking and YES? fishing. Every park pull off was barricaded in bright yellow. It seems like every other tree had a Park Closed sign nailed to it. I couldn?t believe it. I had driven 12 hours strait to spend some personal time dry fly fishing and? wouldn?t you know it? No Fishing. I was sick. If you have ever wanted to see a big man cry this would have been a great opportunity.

There were no other places near by that I could fish unless I had a guide to fish some private waters that were near by. I called my good friend, Doc Thompson, of High Country Anglers. Doc is the best fly fishing guide for the small streams of Northeast New Mexico including some private areas of the Cimarron. He was booked. No chance for me to fish any private water.

I was considering cutting my losses, packing up my gear and heading home with my tail tucked between my legs when I saw the park ranger turn into the motel parking lot. I eagerly approached him, explained my predicament and pleaded with him to be merciful on this misguided Texan. He indicated that there was little he could do. He was ordered by higher-ups to close the park. The area was very dry and the fear of the forest fire spreading was at an all time high. He finally gave me a miniscule window of hope when he said that if the wind didn?t pick up or change directions during the night he would ask if he could open the park the next day. No guarantees. There was only a small chance of things falling my way but I decided to wait it out and see.

The next morning, bight and early, I walked to the hotel owners desk with my fingers and toes crossed. ?Great news? the owner said, ?you can fish.? The park ranger called the hotel and told the owner to go tell Tex he can fish. The ranger opened the park to fishing only. No one could camp, hike or picnic. Fishing only. Best of all, he left all of the barricades and Park Closed signs up. My head began to buzz with this scenario. Could it be true? Is it possible that any where in this country there is a stream that is full of big browns, full of fish eager to slam dry flies, has had no fishing for five days, has Park Closed signs on every other tree and has bright yellow barricades at every pull off? Is this really happening? And most of all? is this really happening to me? YES? it was!!!

I almost broke a leg and a fly rod getting to river so quick. I was the only person fishing this 12-mile stretch of quality trout water. The ONLY person. The river has had no fishing pressure for five days. None. Notta. Absolutely zero. What a magnificent opportunity. I hit the water at 8:00 am. Knowing that the stonefly hatch would began at a bout 9:00 am, I tied on a size 16 yellow Stimulator with a Copper John dropper on my 2wt rod. For the next hour, the catch was 50/50 on the dry and nymph. When the hatch started, I removed the nymph in order concentrate on the dry. My stimulator was repeatedly demolished by hungry trout. The hatch started around 9:00 am and eventually tapered off around 2:00 pm as the day warmed. During that time, I landed more than 40 nice brown on a dry. Most of them were in the 10 to 12 inch range. Some a little smaller and some a little bigger. The whole time, I saw no other person on the river. I was in total fly fishing bliss. Later that afternoon, as the temperature began to drop, they started hitting hard again and did so until just before dark. I lost count of the total number of fish that I caught that day. After a while you just quit counting. The fishing was phenomenal and the solitude was even better.

During the day, when I would take brake at my parked Jeep for a shot of Joe or something, people would drive buy giving me the stare of disgust. I could see their lips mumble something like, ?that idiot Texan? can?t he read the signs?? I was in no way interested in setting them strait. I wanted the entire state on New Mexico as well as the whole wide world to think the park was completely closed and may never open again.

That evening, back at my room, the harsh realities of that summer were vivid. I sat on my front porch and watched the helicopters and other large aircraft drop loads of water on the forest fires that were scattered along the mountainside. Huge walls of smoke draped the horizon. I couldn?t help but become sorrowed because of the destruction that was unfolding before my eyes. When it was too dark to see, I retired to the confines of my room.

Later that night, as I lay packed tight in my cozy little bed, I found it difficult to sleep. As my mind drifted from the fires outside and danced with thoughts of my day of fishing, I giggled as I felt myself swelling with contentment. My angling experience kept running through my mind. I couldn?t help but wonder what the next day would bring. Would my fly fishing solitude come to an end? Guess what? it didn?t.

I hit the park early the next morning to be faced with the very same scenario. The signs and barricades were still in place and no one was in sight. Using the same flies and techniques I enjoyed equal success as I had the day before. It wasn?t until late that afternoon did I see the only other car in the park. The word was finally out. By then, it was OK. I enjoyed a few hours of good fishing the next morning before heading back to Tyler.

Is there a moral here? I don?t know. It was defiantly a fishing trip that I will never forget. In retrospect, however, it seems really unfortunate that my memorable fishing trip was at the expense of so much. The southwest lost an awful lot of good forest and helpless wildlife during that horrible time. Homes were gone and lively hoods were destroyed. I suppose the saying remains true, ?someone?s good fortune is usually at someone else?s expense.?

This article is courtesy of Steve Robbins. Steve is the owner of The Full Creel Fly Shop at thefullcreel & ebayflyshop. He is also the owner of Aztec Anglers at aztecanglers the premier guide service for fly fishing the San Juan River in New Mexico.

Need to purchase a new fishing rod?


A true mark of the fisherman is his fishing rod. There are many types available, many to choose from. But, choosing the fancy colored one isn't going to help you get the fish you are hoping to catch. Yes, it might be eye catching, yet if it is not the proper fishing pole, it isn't going to hook a single fish for you!

Fishing poles or fishing rods are easy to find. You may find that a local fishing store or even sporting goods store will offer the type of fishing rod you are looking for. Some will look to purchase a customer fishing rod. That choice is yours, of course, but research what you need and want, along with the expenses involved.

Fly fishing will require a strong fishing rod or fishing pole. You will need to strength behind it to fight the currents and the snap when casting. When looking at fishing rods, consider the reels as well. They need to be strong, smooth, and sensitive to the friction it will undoubtedly receive. When purchase these, it is wise to compare several name brands. Notice their specifications and then choose based on what is available and what you feel meets your needs. Choosing the most expensive name brand you can find, will not necessary be the best choice.

Another great option available is purchasing your equipment online. Simply going to the store will not give you any advice besides what the sales clerk knows. Maybe he is an experienced fisherman and can give you all the direction you need. Chances are, you will not meet someone who knows enough to help you though. Just try to enter your local sporting goods store and ask that teenage salesperson what types of freshwater fishing he has done. But, shopping online may provide to be a wonderful option. Not only do you have the ability to shop anytime and in your p.j.'s if you choose, but you can also gain the knowledge of true freshwater fishing enthusiasts. Websites offer advice and opinions, and some offer customer feedback as well. There are many sites that specialize in each area of fishing. Just reading the information on these sites will give the reader an immense amount of information.

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