West Side Browns

div align=”center”a href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uazGpGrGm98/Sk0HSLD6p1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/oZw-0Y7WkJU/s1600-h/7-2+top+gun+1.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353943540801644370″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uazGpGrGm98/Sk0HSLD6p1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/oZw-0Y7WkJU/s400/7-2+top+gun+1.jpg” border=”0″ //aemspan style=”font-size:85%;” Capt. Gehrig and 1st Mate Chad, holding the one that didn’t get awaybr /br //span/em div align=”left”Late last month Greg Gehrig, owner of Kamp;G Sportfishing (800-346-6533), invited me to go for brown trout aboard his luxury liner, Top Gun. (I mean any 40- foot long, three-story yacht, with a head tall enough for me to fit without bumping my head—I’m 6’5”—is luxurious!) It’s the biggest tub I ever fished out of in Oswego County, and when I went up to the bridge to talk to the first mate, Greg’s son Chad, I noticed I was looking down on everyone else out there. br /br //divdiv align=”left” /divdiv align=”left”We left Wright’s Landing at daybreak, heading straight out of the harbor. About a half mile later, we turned left.br /br //divdiv align=”left” /divdiv align=”left”Capt. Gehrig loaded four rods with Michigan Stingers and ran the baits off downriggers between 35- to 50-feet deep; and flat-lined a couple Stingers on lead core, seven colors out. Our target was 56 degree water and we trolled at 1.9 to 2.1 mph. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Before long, Chad reported “pods” of bait below us, with trout along the edges. Fish were there but they had lock jaw. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”For a few minutes, anyway. Then one of the rods sprang to action. Unfortunately, I was too busy picking the good Captain’s mind for nuggets of fishing wisdom—the man just won the Pro Division championship of the Lake Ontario Pro-Am Orleans County tournament–and I ain’t ever won a tournament, so I wanted to know how it’s done. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Talk about being able to talk and work at the same time: mid-sentence, the captain ran over to the rod right next to me, pulled it out of the holder, handed it to me and requested “Bring ‘em in.” br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Well, I fought the thing for a few seconds, just long enough to start developing the story I was going to tell all my friends when I got home, when suddenly my fingers experienced the angler’s greatest anguish—limp line. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Fish one; Spider nothing! br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”We trolled around some more, locating bait pods left and right, with browns always nearby. However, the end of June was under the weather most of the time: rain, sun, cold, warmth…and everything in between. The fish were a little out of sorts, to say the least. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”I kept asking the captain questions. He kept filling the blanks. I was learning a lot. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Up in the hawk’s nest, Chad watched a pod of bait wash over the screen and ordered: “Get ready.” br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”I no sooner riveted my eyes back to the rods when one started dancing the “Brown Trout Trot.” I grabbed it–all by myself this time–and the fight was on. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”I knew it was a good fish because it took so long to bring in…or maybe it was because so much line was out. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”At any rate, when we netted it, the thing was hefty and we estimated it at around 10 pounds. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”Having gotten a load of notes, a good fish and photos, I was prepared to let the crew off the hook and go home for the day. They looked at me like I lost some the strands in my head, web or something, and set our course for deeper water hoping to nail me shots of a humongous laker or king. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”But that’s for my next post. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”When we set out that morning, Captain Greg predicted the day’s fishing before we even dropped a line: br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”“When the fishing’s easy, anyone can catch fish, including the young guys. But when it’s tough like it is now, us old timers come through.” br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”You know, he convinced me. br /br /br //divdiv align=”left”For more information go to a href=”http://www.visitoswegocounty.com/”www.visitoswegocounty.com/a or call 800-248-4386 and request an Oswego County Hunting amp; Fishing guide.br /br //divbr /br /img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353943536081944690″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uazGpGrGm98/Sk0HR5epwHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/soERfc-41Wg/s400/7-2+top+gun+2.jpg” border=”0″ /br //divp align=”center”emspan style=”font-size:85%;”Chad in the “crow’s nest”: room with a view!/span/em/pdiv class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4587593463340152030-4367763334527409144?l=fishingandhuntinginoswego.blogspot.com’//div