Four Mile Creek State Park NY & the Niagara River

A person can either complain that there is nowhere to fish, or they can come up with a plan to do something.  

I chose to change it up and spend three days fishing around the Niagara River around the Buffalo Region.  

I would concentrate on the breakwall on the Niagara River.  

A person can catch a multitude of species there depending on the time of year. An example of this is that in the spring a person can go from catching steelhead, smallmouth, walleyes, and freshwater drum all summer.  

Figuring out how the flows affect your bait or lures is one of the toughest parts of fishing in this area.  

I needed to pop n jig my Ned rig because the freshwater drum would only take the Ned Rig on the drop.   

All the freshwater drum hit out in deeper water as I jigged it back to me.  

I had no idea the depths I was casting into. 

I could only read the water so much. There was an identifiable ledge and drop offs. I could also make out small cobble areas that had a mixture of sand, pea gravel, and glacial silty loam.  

When I found the above descried areas, it was fish on.  

Needless, our fishing is always at the mercy of the weather.  

Yesterday’s freshwater drum palooza was successful in part because of the southerly winds.

The water level was 2 feet lower unlike today it was 2 feet higher with the northerly winds.  

This is the only explanation I can think of where all the water came from. This change in water levels made the fish push off into deeper water, I think.   

I fished the same nedrig but the north wind I believe with the current stopped my 1/5 of an ounce to get to the bottom.  

I changed direction of my cast. I even counted down to different depths in the water column and had zero results.  

It always amazes me with the variables that one needs to think of when fishing. This is what makes fishing or any outdoor sport such an adventure.  

I also want to take a minute to talk about kindness. I want to say kindness needs no words and you don’t need to speak the same language. Here is my example. I was watching a young man from Turkey trying to find a hammer to pound a few tents stakes in. I could have continued to watch him and not offer the hammer that I brought, but instead I called him over to take my hammer and go use it.

He went and drove his tents stakes in, and he thanked me in his native language, and we continued with our evening.  Later I called attention to the kids playing in the campground roadway and pointed at the cars that had been driving too fast.

This time his wife and the grandparents gave me a nod in appreciation for making them away of the other drivers on the road.

By now it’s dinner time and I was warming up my chili. Then the grandfather got my attention asking to come over and speak with me. His English was very broken and in appreciation he invited me to have dinner with them.

I told him how honored I am that he is asking. I pointed to my chili and other food I was preparing. He smiled and said no problem and went back to his family. We exchanged lots of smiles and nods for the remainder of the weekend.

All you need to do is be human and be nice and make others matter.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the write up sorry it took so long. There is also plenty of artwork also that I will be posting from the trip.

Be well,

Sonder