He takes photos too.

And we here at FocalFISH dig that.

Cameron is a reviewing master and only fishes with Glass.

Like he once said, we flirt with it…he fishes it every time he fishes. Everytime.

We met Cameron at the IFTD show in New Orleans last fall. What a neat fellow. He has a real job too.

Check out more of Cameron daily here at his blog the Fiberglass Manifesto.

Here is Cameron’s text from his trip…

When the weather finally opened up it took just twenty minutes before we were on the ground on Beaver Island. We found Steve waiting for us and after a quick handshake and introductions, we loaded our gear, and were off to pick up lunch and put the boat in the water.

Once we were on the water Adam and I lined up a couple fiberglass fly rods each and had our bases covered from six weight to nine weight.

The morning and into the early afternoon started out a little tough since the storm system was still whirling it’s way around the island and made it tough to spot fish until we were nearly on top of them.  I had some limited success laying a fly down in various rock piles and would feel the tug of a couple pound smallmouth on the other end.  We found a few carp as well but they were uninterested in our flies or spooked when they saw the boat.

What was undeniable is that Beaver Island and the surrounding islands are beautiful with water in shades of blue you may have never seen before or realized were possible in freshwater.  There are 600 or so residents who call Beaver Island their home and they really have a secret kept here.

In the early afternoon we anchored the boat in a small cove, ate lunch, and discussed the options for the few hours we had left before we needed to be back at the airport.  Steve had gotten the sense that catching a carp would be neat but Adam and I were totally dumbfounded on the smallmouth.  He suggested that we work our way back through three large flats areas where we had seen a few smallmouth during the morning and figured that now that we had full sunlight that we’d be able to sight fish for them.

With lunch over Steve motored us back to the first flat and as we approached shut the engine down and jumped on the sticks.  When we were still a couple hundred feet out he said “There they are.”  Smallmouth which looked like black submarines just under the surface dotted the flat in groups of twos, threes, and fours.  Adam and I both scrambled for our six and seven weights and got ready to drop flies in their faces.

We spent the rest of the afternoon picking out a single fish or a group of fish, casting a weighted eye bugger type fly in their path, and would immediately see the smallmouth react to it.  Sometimes two or three fish would all be zig zagging after the fly and then one would break from the pack and suck it in.  Other times a smallie would follow, follow, follow, and turn away at the boat.  It was wonderfully intense fly fishing at it’s best.

The smallmouth ranged in size from a couple of pounds to some seen that would push eight pounds.  Adam caught one that was an honest six pounds and I caught one that was just shy of that mark.  The rest of the smallmouth caught were in the two to five pound range and just fierce on the fly.

With a plane to catch and not wanting to push our luck with missing our flight, we put our fly rods down completely satisfied with the day and Steve quickly motored back to town.  We were the last passengers back to the airport and scrambled to get our gear broken down and loaded on the plane in time.

Adam and I flew back to the mainland without saying to much to each other since I guess we were both stupefied by our fly fishing experience on Beaver Island.  Adam made a comment to me as we got of the plane wondering if what we had done was real or not.  Was it all just a dream?

If you are traveling to Michigan mark a day or two off and visit Beaver Island.  It is accessible by ferry or by plane.  It is a great island community with places to stay, to eat, and fly fishing with Indigo Guide Service is exceptional as well.

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The constant perpetuation of the life cycles is an interesting deal.

Lots of stages that the nymph anglers are interested in.

The dry fly gang could care less about larvae, pupal imitations, and emerges…well sometimes the emergent bugs spark a smile.

The real fun shit happens when the bugs are floating down the river and the trout are eating them.

Yes, super stuff and the stuff dry fly dreams are made of.

Can you picture the bugs that you like in your head.

Can you close your eyes and see them hatching, spinning, or just drifting along before the snout snatches them into the waiting mouths…

Mark love to take photos and insects are no exception.

Mark shoots a Nikon D5000, D7000, Sigma 10-20mm F4, Nikkor 18-200mm F3.5, Nikon 35mm F1.8, Tamron 70-300mm F4…

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©2012 focalFISH. All Rights Reserved.

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