I like how the first thing said in the teaser, "Making this DVD, I knew we were going to piss some people off." Pretty funny, considering when I was on the North Umpqua, and saw them filming a segment for this video, they were indeed pissing off some people who were waiting for them to leave the most popular spot on the river. I didn't really care, I thought it was fun to watch. But, some locals weren't so pleased.
Dec 15, 2010
New skagit master 2 teaser
Skagit Master, Volume 2 is still not released. However, you can go and see another teaser on Youtube (or below). I'm pumped to get this video. I'm also pumped to go fishing again soon. Man, when will that happen??! Probably, sadly enough, not until Spring. However, if the planets align, when Spring does come, I'll be fishing more often and have more reports.
I like how the first thing said in the teaser, "Making this DVD, I knew we were going to piss some people off." Pretty funny, considering when I was on the North Umpqua, and saw them filming a segment for this video, they were indeed pissing off some people who were waiting for them to leave the most popular spot on the river. I didn't really care, I thought it was fun to watch. But, some locals weren't so pleased.
I like how the first thing said in the teaser, "Making this DVD, I knew we were going to piss some people off." Pretty funny, considering when I was on the North Umpqua, and saw them filming a segment for this video, they were indeed pissing off some people who were waiting for them to leave the most popular spot on the river. I didn't really care, I thought it was fun to watch. But, some locals weren't so pleased.
Dec 14, 2010
Lotso fish
After digging through the old hard drive, I remembered that I digitized some footage of my short time up Steamboat Creek with Lee. You know, the guy who protects the steelhead sitting in a pool waiting for the right water conditions to continue upstream?
It was early morning when I arrived. Terrible time to be trying to shoot video into the water (Best light is around 1pm in July/August if you plan to go and want to get the best view). You can see a bunch of fish here, what you cannot see are hundreds of other fish that were lurking below. With polarized glasses, you could see a good deal of 'em down there. More than what the video shows. But you still can't see all of them that early in the day. Lee told me that there were more than 500 in the pool at that time. And yes, he does count them.
Taking a drive up the creek and sitting with Lee is something everyone should do. He has a lot of knowledge of steelhead to keep your attention. As a fisherman himself, he can offer some presentation tips based on what he has learned of the years.
He is the first one to tell me, that he thought that steelhead most likely jump out of the water... Not to eat, not to chase something, but to look around, above the water line. He talked about how steelhead would often do this before navigating up water falls. Or if they think a predator is near (bear). He demonstrated it by walking away and coming back. Some fish reacted by jumping up to see what was going on! After having this discussion, it really made sense. Several times on the Umpqua. I waded quietly in the water, swinging a fly. And right where my fly was swinging, an enormous steelhead would jump a foot or three out of the water. I thought to myself, "a steelhead that may be interested in eating!" Wrong, he was probably seeing if some dumb fisherman was swinging a fly and if he should continue to ignore the strange item floating by.
After this day, I paid more attention to the jumping steelhead I saw on other trips. I did feel like fish were checking me out. Perhaps Lee is crazy, and now I'm crazy too, but it does make sense. He shared some interesting stories of jumping steelhead and how he came to his conclusions. Ask him if you ever visit.
He also validated my beliefs that steelhead are very curious and will grab something just to see what it is. Especially if it is new to them. Either by its look or how it moves. This guy actually keeps a log of what falls in the water and what the fish do with it (ignore it, mouth it, chase it, etc). More interesting tidbits of information to ponder. My sudden craze of chugging skaters or even pulsing a wet fly makes more sense than ever. Trout/steelhead are curious and will go after something different.
p.s. Lee also believes that Steelhead do not shy away from direct sun in the hot part of the day. He thinks it is a mistake to avoid water because it isn't shaded. What steelhead don't like, is change. So if it is sunny and the light is falling and the shadow line is crossing the river, they avoid that line. Staying either in full shade or sun.
It was early morning when I arrived. Terrible time to be trying to shoot video into the water (Best light is around 1pm in July/August if you plan to go and want to get the best view). You can see a bunch of fish here, what you cannot see are hundreds of other fish that were lurking below. With polarized glasses, you could see a good deal of 'em down there. More than what the video shows. But you still can't see all of them that early in the day. Lee told me that there were more than 500 in the pool at that time. And yes, he does count them.
Taking a drive up the creek and sitting with Lee is something everyone should do. He has a lot of knowledge of steelhead to keep your attention. As a fisherman himself, he can offer some presentation tips based on what he has learned of the years.
He is the first one to tell me, that he thought that steelhead most likely jump out of the water... Not to eat, not to chase something, but to look around, above the water line. He talked about how steelhead would often do this before navigating up water falls. Or if they think a predator is near (bear). He demonstrated it by walking away and coming back. Some fish reacted by jumping up to see what was going on! After having this discussion, it really made sense. Several times on the Umpqua. I waded quietly in the water, swinging a fly. And right where my fly was swinging, an enormous steelhead would jump a foot or three out of the water. I thought to myself, "a steelhead that may be interested in eating!" Wrong, he was probably seeing if some dumb fisherman was swinging a fly and if he should continue to ignore the strange item floating by.
(watch for the jumping fish, almost caught on camera! :)
Nice and shiny bright
Nice and shiny bright
After this day, I paid more attention to the jumping steelhead I saw on other trips. I did feel like fish were checking me out. Perhaps Lee is crazy, and now I'm crazy too, but it does make sense. He shared some interesting stories of jumping steelhead and how he came to his conclusions. Ask him if you ever visit.
He also validated my beliefs that steelhead are very curious and will grab something just to see what it is. Especially if it is new to them. Either by its look or how it moves. This guy actually keeps a log of what falls in the water and what the fish do with it (ignore it, mouth it, chase it, etc). More interesting tidbits of information to ponder. My sudden craze of chugging skaters or even pulsing a wet fly makes more sense than ever. Trout/steelhead are curious and will go after something different.
p.s. Lee also believes that Steelhead do not shy away from direct sun in the hot part of the day. He thinks it is a mistake to avoid water because it isn't shaded. What steelhead don't like, is change. So if it is sunny and the light is falling and the shadow line is crossing the river, they avoid that line. Staying either in full shade or sun.
Dec 8, 2010
Feather Report
Due to time constraints, you are about to get another lame fishing report.
Went to the Feather a few weeks ago. The weather was cloudy with comfortable temps. Lined my two hander with a compact scandi and an intermediate tip in the morning and a floating tip in the afternoon.
Stayed in the Low Flow section, and actually stayed in just two runs the whole day. Saw a ton of salmon. Also got a glimpse of a few large steelhead that jumped out of the water to take a look at me.
Caught several smaller half pounders under 20 inches. Got one big tug near the end of the day. I was picking up my fly for another cast and WHAM! I wasn't prepared and the fly came right out. Lousy timing. That would of surely been the biggest fish of the day.
Fished a multitude of flies of various sizes. The smaller steelhead patterns in 6-8 seemed to get the most attention. Even caught a couple of fish chugging some skaters in some dead spots in the middle of the river.
Things are going to be busy with me until Spring of next year. Maybe even longer. I don't know how much fishing I'll be able to do. Wish I had time for more.
With this slow spell comes some exciting fishing news. I'll share later on what that is.
Went to the Feather a few weeks ago. The weather was cloudy with comfortable temps. Lined my two hander with a compact scandi and an intermediate tip in the morning and a floating tip in the afternoon.
Stayed in the Low Flow section, and actually stayed in just two runs the whole day. Saw a ton of salmon. Also got a glimpse of a few large steelhead that jumped out of the water to take a look at me.
Caught several smaller half pounders under 20 inches. Got one big tug near the end of the day. I was picking up my fly for another cast and WHAM! I wasn't prepared and the fly came right out. Lousy timing. That would of surely been the biggest fish of the day.
Fished a multitude of flies of various sizes. The smaller steelhead patterns in 6-8 seemed to get the most attention. Even caught a couple of fish chugging some skaters in some dead spots in the middle of the river.
Things are going to be busy with me until Spring of next year. Maybe even longer. I don't know how much fishing I'll be able to do. Wish I had time for more.
With this slow spell comes some exciting fishing news. I'll share later on what that is.
Nov 5, 2010
Screw it...
Sorry, but I don't think I'm going to get around to an official report for the Lower Stan or Klamath rivers. I've been swamped with stuff around the house and work.
Basically, on the Klamath, I caught a bunch of fish. :) Yeah, they weren't huge, but they were in there. And I caught them on skaters. Seems the North Umpqua isn't the only river where the steelhead like these flies. It is also worth noting that I had very little luck with swinging wet flies. But, as soon as I put the skaters on, fish were slashing left and right.
On the Lower Stan, I caught 20+ fish. And while they were trout (technically, California claims them to be steelhead, but I would disagree in this instance), they love skaters too. My theory about showing fish something they don't normally see is paying off dividends. Whether it be pulsing a wet fly on the swing or even pulsing a skater. These are curious animals and they've seen people dead drift flies over and over and over again. Never mind the fact that doing so is B.O.R.I.N.G!!
This whole idea of fishing in unusual ways has worked in the past. Putah Creek comes to mind. While everyone else is dead drifting size 22 and smaller flies. Just cause "that's what the trout eat over there." Pffft. You can do pretty well, even on Putah, with big flowing size 4 spey flies. You just gotta try it. Match the hatch my ass. :)
Basically, on the Klamath, I caught a bunch of fish. :) Yeah, they weren't huge, but they were in there. And I caught them on skaters. Seems the North Umpqua isn't the only river where the steelhead like these flies. It is also worth noting that I had very little luck with swinging wet flies. But, as soon as I put the skaters on, fish were slashing left and right.
On the Lower Stan, I caught 20+ fish. And while they were trout (technically, California claims them to be steelhead, but I would disagree in this instance), they love skaters too. My theory about showing fish something they don't normally see is paying off dividends. Whether it be pulsing a wet fly on the swing or even pulsing a skater. These are curious animals and they've seen people dead drift flies over and over and over again. Never mind the fact that doing so is B.O.R.I.N.G!!
This whole idea of fishing in unusual ways has worked in the past. Putah Creek comes to mind. While everyone else is dead drifting size 22 and smaller flies. Just cause "that's what the trout eat over there." Pffft. You can do pretty well, even on Putah, with big flowing size 4 spey flies. You just gotta try it. Match the hatch my ass. :)
Sep 27, 2010
Umpqua Video
It may be more than a month and a half later, but I finally digitized in the video from my camera and edited something together. Although I took about 10 minutes of video, it really gets boring quickly.
No one was fishing that day, or I would of taken some shots of people standing out in the river, so you could get a better idea of where you have to position yourself to fish Camp Water. For those of you not familiar with the NU, it may be a wide river, but the slots you want to fish are rather narrow. You just have to wade out (not as easy as it sounds) to a position where you can access the good water.
Along with my writeup from the talk with Lee on Steamboat Creek, I'll have some more video. You'll see some actual steelhead this time. Hundreds of them in the pool while I was there.
No one was fishing that day, or I would of taken some shots of people standing out in the river, so you could get a better idea of where you have to position yourself to fish Camp Water. For those of you not familiar with the NU, it may be a wide river, but the slots you want to fish are rather narrow. You just have to wade out (not as easy as it sounds) to a position where you can access the good water.
Along with my writeup from the talk with Lee on Steamboat Creek, I'll have some more video. You'll see some actual steelhead this time. Hundreds of them in the pool while I was there.
Sep 24, 2010
Trout like skaters too
Why do people worry so much about dead drifting a fly? Trout love em skittering across the surface under tension. At least the 20+ that I caught did. :)
I'm behind in my fishing reports. One more North Umpqua, a Klamath, and now a Lower Stanislaus on its way.
I'm behind in my fishing reports. One more North Umpqua, a Klamath, and now a Lower Stanislaus on its way.
Sep 14, 2010
North Umpqua: Day 3
Since the previous two days of fishing covered a wide stretch of water, I pretty much knew where I wanted to go on this third and final day. The morning started out at Station, which to my surprise was once again empty. I tried both chugging dries and swinging wets. One solid tug sent my heart racing. But, after many attempts to get that fish to grab again, it didn't happen. I like to pretend that the tug was enough. But, I really wanted to see what grabbed hold of that fly! It felt like a biggie.
Eventually, I moved off Station and worked the maze of rock downstream to Upper/Lower Boat. I caught several smaller fish in the mid teens (inches), but nothing more.
As the sun was just hitting the water, I decided to take another stroll downstream- just as I had on day 1. This time, I knew where to stop. My first destination provided a tough casting angle, but I could get my fly out there for a short swing. I saw a few flashes, but after spending some time switching out flies and presentations, nothing ever grabbed on. Occasionally, a large steelhead would come completely out of the water not more than 30 feet from me. It was startling at times.
Smaller fish were slashing at the fly constantly. Yet, I didn't give up. I felt like something was down there. So, I kept at it and from out of no where, I see a flash. A fish came from down deep and grabbed the fly in his mouth and immediately turned back down. It surprised me so much that I immediately yanked my rod. Luckily, the hook stuck and I didn't pull it right out of his mouth. The fish went berserk.
He made a short run downstream, then back up. Took a direct route across to some more boulders. I couldn't do much about it. I was 10 feet up (and my rod tip was another 10 feet higher) trying to figure out how to get down to the water without losing this guy. It was challenging.
After a few minutes, I managed to climb down from my perch without losing the fish, I got to the water and put my hand underneath. He wasn't all that big. Maybe 20 or 21 inches. But, he was a good looker. After taking the hook out and giving him a moment to rest, he swam off into the deep.
For me, this was an unusual angle to see the fish come from the depths and get the fly. I won't forget it for a while.
After scooting along more boulders, I finally made it about 50 feet to the main river slot. It only took about 30 minutes. Argh! After walking about a half mile downstream, I sat for a lunch. I was now where I caught a decent sized fish on the first day.
After eating, I stood up while my foot was flat on the feature-less slanted rock. The cleats made an awful scraping sound and I went down hard on my knuckle and then on my side. Initially, I thought I broke something in my hand, but luckily I only had some bleeding and a sore hand. Even when you aren't in the water, the rocks are slick around here. All it takes is one second of not paying attention. Man, the NU has really beaten me up the last couple of days. But, all of the slips were just moments of not thinking clearly. You need to always watch your step.
After sitting for a few, making sure everything was okay (including my rod that banged the rock), I went further downstream and couldn't find any decent water. Ready to head back to Camp Water, I spent about 20 minutes trying to find a path up the thick brush to the trail that was somewhere up there. It wasn't easy, but eventually I made it.
Exhausted, I walked the mile or so back to my car for a 2 or 3 mile drive upstream. Found some great looking water. And one run in particular was filled with more aggressive fish. Unfortunately, they were small guys too. I moved on and back to the Mott parking lot.
Walking upstream above the bridge, I took this incredibly steep -what I thought was a- trail to the river. Turns out it wasn't a trail and I was now practically crawling down a very steep slope covered with slick leaves. Standing completely upright, I could hit the ground with my elbow, if that gives you any idea how steep it was. Grabbing onto anything I could grab onto, I made it down to the water without as much as a slip. For all that effort? More small fish! Argh.
There was no way I was going to climb back up where I came down. So, I waded my way downstream to an easier exit. Went back to Mott bridge and looked over the side to see a dozen or two really big steelhead relaxing in the current. I decided to give it a try. After getting to the water, I cast out my line, but it was nearly impossible to get down to where the fish were. Certainly not without a weighted fly. And I wasn't about to put on a sink tip. I left the fish alone and went back downstream towards Sawtooth.
Looking past Sawtooth and on down to Station, I could see Scott Howell again with his camera crew. As I wiggled my way through the runs down to the bend at Station, they seemed to be doing more casting for the camera than actual fishing. Shame. While I wasn't all that interested in going out there, others may of been. I moved past them and to Boat. A couple of large steelhead were now jumping, but I couldn't get any to take interest.
My final hours on the river took me through Lower Boat and to Kitchen. I caught some more fish, all under 18". But no adult steelhead. No worries. It was an incredible three days on an absolutely beautiful river. When I go again, I'll do some more exploring. There are miles of accessible runs to keep one busy.
Stay tuned for the video/picture posting, and Day 4, which isn't a fishing report, but sharing what I learned from Lee on Steamboat Creek.
Eventually, I moved off Station and worked the maze of rock downstream to Upper/Lower Boat. I caught several smaller fish in the mid teens (inches), but nothing more.
Before I forget, let's skip ahead to late afternoon. I hit the Boat runs (and Station) from the road side. It provided limited casting space, but also gave me a different angle at the water. It was probably the hottest part of the day and no fish showed any attention to my offerings. However, next time, I'll give the road side another chance. Especially on Boat. I felt like the swing and dangle were moving through some good spots.Spent some time in Upper Kitchen with a grab or two, but couldn't get anything more. I'm not sure how big these fish were. It can be deceiving with the faster water here. I waded through some more tricky floor structure to Lower Kitchen. Or maybe it was "The Fighting Hole" or even "Upper Mott". As someone not quite familiar enough with the water, the runs aren't absolutely clear to me. Whatever, the case, it was some pretty tight water with some very narrow slots. The fish were super grabby here. I was chugging dries and getting attention on almost every grab. Mostly small fish I'm sure. Got a few to hand, they were no bigger than 12 inches.
As the sun was just hitting the water, I decided to take another stroll downstream- just as I had on day 1. This time, I knew where to stop. My first destination provided a tough casting angle, but I could get my fly out there for a short swing. I saw a few flashes, but after spending some time switching out flies and presentations, nothing ever grabbed on. Occasionally, a large steelhead would come completely out of the water not more than 30 feet from me. It was startling at times.
I promised pictures and video for this post. But I just haven't had time to digitize them into the computer. I'll be doing that before long and will probably put them in their own blog post.A bit further down, I found this great slot outside of the main current that had more small fish. But the water was so nice looking, I couldn't resist seeing what was in there. To reach this one particular spot, I had to crawl up on a boulder, I was now about 10 or more feet above the water. Casting my dry and letting it skate almost directly below me. This was a cool vantage point. I could see deep into the water. Must of been 10 or more feet deep. It was neat to see the fly directly below me and the deep water backdrop. Imagine a glassy surface and this fly skating across the top with the dark green water below.
Smaller fish were slashing at the fly constantly. Yet, I didn't give up. I felt like something was down there. So, I kept at it and from out of no where, I see a flash. A fish came from down deep and grabbed the fly in his mouth and immediately turned back down. It surprised me so much that I immediately yanked my rod. Luckily, the hook stuck and I didn't pull it right out of his mouth. The fish went berserk.
He made a short run downstream, then back up. Took a direct route across to some more boulders. I couldn't do much about it. I was 10 feet up (and my rod tip was another 10 feet higher) trying to figure out how to get down to the water without losing this guy. It was challenging.
After a few minutes, I managed to climb down from my perch without losing the fish, I got to the water and put my hand underneath. He wasn't all that big. Maybe 20 or 21 inches. But, he was a good looker. After taking the hook out and giving him a moment to rest, he swam off into the deep.
For me, this was an unusual angle to see the fish come from the depths and get the fly. I won't forget it for a while.
After scooting along more boulders, I finally made it about 50 feet to the main river slot. It only took about 30 minutes. Argh! After walking about a half mile downstream, I sat for a lunch. I was now where I caught a decent sized fish on the first day.
After eating, I stood up while my foot was flat on the feature-less slanted rock. The cleats made an awful scraping sound and I went down hard on my knuckle and then on my side. Initially, I thought I broke something in my hand, but luckily I only had some bleeding and a sore hand. Even when you aren't in the water, the rocks are slick around here. All it takes is one second of not paying attention. Man, the NU has really beaten me up the last couple of days. But, all of the slips were just moments of not thinking clearly. You need to always watch your step.
After sitting for a few, making sure everything was okay (including my rod that banged the rock), I went further downstream and couldn't find any decent water. Ready to head back to Camp Water, I spent about 20 minutes trying to find a path up the thick brush to the trail that was somewhere up there. It wasn't easy, but eventually I made it.
Exhausted, I walked the mile or so back to my car for a 2 or 3 mile drive upstream. Found some great looking water. And one run in particular was filled with more aggressive fish. Unfortunately, they were small guys too. I moved on and back to the Mott parking lot.
Walking upstream above the bridge, I took this incredibly steep -what I thought was a- trail to the river. Turns out it wasn't a trail and I was now practically crawling down a very steep slope covered with slick leaves. Standing completely upright, I could hit the ground with my elbow, if that gives you any idea how steep it was. Grabbing onto anything I could grab onto, I made it down to the water without as much as a slip. For all that effort? More small fish! Argh.
There was no way I was going to climb back up where I came down. So, I waded my way downstream to an easier exit. Went back to Mott bridge and looked over the side to see a dozen or two really big steelhead relaxing in the current. I decided to give it a try. After getting to the water, I cast out my line, but it was nearly impossible to get down to where the fish were. Certainly not without a weighted fly. And I wasn't about to put on a sink tip. I left the fish alone and went back downstream towards Sawtooth.
Looking past Sawtooth and on down to Station, I could see Scott Howell again with his camera crew. As I wiggled my way through the runs down to the bend at Station, they seemed to be doing more casting for the camera than actual fishing. Shame. While I wasn't all that interested in going out there, others may of been. I moved past them and to Boat. A couple of large steelhead were now jumping, but I couldn't get any to take interest.
My final hours on the river took me through Lower Boat and to Kitchen. I caught some more fish, all under 18". But no adult steelhead. No worries. It was an incredible three days on an absolutely beautiful river. When I go again, I'll do some more exploring. There are miles of accessible runs to keep one busy.
Stay tuned for the video/picture posting, and Day 4, which isn't a fishing report, but sharing what I learned from Lee on Steamboat Creek.
Sep 5, 2010
Sorry for the delay
My apologies for being so slow about getting the Umpqua reports out. I'm finishing up a project and I've been working way too many hours. Including this whole weekend, Labor Day too. :(
As things lighten up next week, I hope to pump out Day 3 and 4 for the NU and another for the Klamath.
Maybe I'll even get a day of fishing in - within a week or two. If anyone is interested in hooking up for the Lower Stan, let me know. I'm interested in pulling a single hander out of storage. :)
As things lighten up next week, I hope to pump out Day 3 and 4 for the NU and another for the Klamath.
Maybe I'll even get a day of fishing in - within a week or two. If anyone is interested in hooking up for the Lower Stan, let me know. I'm interested in pulling a single hander out of storage. :)
Aug 29, 2010
North Umpqua: Day 2
The second day had a completely different feel than the first. More or less, I knew the layout of the area and where I wanted to start my day. The goal was to wade out to Station. This is one of, if not the prime steelhead runs on the NU. Or so I'm told. The fish sit here waiting for conditions to be right before heading up Steamboat Creek. The major spawning ground of the river. This spot is pretty popular, so I had no idea if I'd have a chance at it. Especially early in the morning.
I lucked out. No one was here yet. I had an opportunity to try it out. Getting to the rock in the middle of the river that will serve as your casting position is a little tricky. At least it was for me, and my first time out there early in the morning without being able to see into the water. Finding the right way to weave your way through takes a moment or two if no one is there to show you. Before long, I found myself standing in waist deep water that was flowing very fast. It was slightly sketchy with the slick floor beneath my feet. Luckily, it was only a seven or eight foot struggle to dry rock. I probably didn't pick the right line. Whether it was the best way out or not, I took mental note of where I came in so I could pick my way back when it comes time.
The run itself is pretty narrow. You don't need much line out to cover the water. I don't doubt the fish were in there, but after an hour or so of casting various flies, on several times through, nothing happened. Being the courteous fellow that I am, I looked over my shoulder often to see if someone else was eyeing the water. I would of given it up if anyone showed interest. I never saw a single person anywhere. That is how empty the river was. Even the most sought after piece of water didn't have any other interested parties.
After more time out on Station, I looked down river and saw someone I met the day before. A nice man from California. He shared some information with me the day before, and since we crossed paths a half dozen or more times, I waved him over. I went back to shore and let him have it to himself. It was still morning and he had plenty of time to give it a shot.
I went further downstream and fished Upper and Lower Boat, and then to Upper/Lower Kitchen. On Lower Kitchen, I started getting grabs and caught more fish in the 15-18 inch range. They were small, but feisty. At some point, I was mucking around. Going from a dry rock to a submerged-super-slippery-boulder. For the most part, my carbide studded boots were gripping well. However, on one step, I came down flat footed on an angled rock that was smooth as glass. By the time I recovered my footing, water had gone over the top of my wader. I cursed myself for being so stupid. The was the second dunking I've had in the last couple of months. I was mad at myself. I didn't bother sticking around to fish much longer. After I finished Kitchen, I went back to the car to change.
Since I pretty much covered Camp and the trail side of the river the day before, I decided that today would be the road side. Considering I was back at my car putting new clothes on, I decided now was the time. All in all, I drove 20 miles down river and a few miles above the bridge, stopping anywhere that looked fishy. There were some great spots. Some easy to get to, others required some aggressive climbing to from the road. The one pictured below was especially nice looking. I left my camera in the car, so I'm pilfering this one from Emerald Water Anglers.
While at the spot pictured above. It was windy. Well, actually, it was windy all three days. But this particular time, it was whipping. Had to be 30-40mph gusts. Casting across the river was all but impossible. I had to stick to whatever was near me. However, I have to say that it looked like an awesome place to fish if conditions allowed for it. Nothing here. Not even a tug.
The rest of the day was about the same. Fought the wind for nothing more than small fish less than 18". As it was getting late afternoon, I decided to head back to camp water and try my luck there.
I started upriver of the bridge and caught more fish. As the day wore on, big fish were jumping. But, they ignored my fly. Occasionally, a fish would leave the water and sound like a cannon ball as it re-entered. Quite impressive.
Fishing all the way down through Sawtooth to Sweetheart, I could see that Station was occupied. Upon further investigation, a little bit later, I could see it was guide Scott Howell. With him was a camera crew. They were no doubt shooting last minute footage for Skagit Master 2. I sat and watched for a bit as other fisherman walked by, mumbling this or that. While I wasn't really that interested in wading out to Station, I could see that others were bothered that he seemed to be standing out there casting, but not fishing. Taking up the prime water and barely getting the fly to swing. Several people mumbled under their breath and a couple of others weren't so quiet about it.
I didn't care so much. I was actually interested in watching to see if he would catch anything. If he'd ever started swinging a fly that is. Eventually he started chugging a dry for the camera. But, no fish. As soon as he left the rock, someone replaced him and didn't have any better luck, from what I could tell anyway.
I ended the evening in Lower Boat. As the sun set, I caught a fish that was in the low 20 inch range. She put on quite the aerial display. But, didn't pull any line of my reel. I carefully kneeled down, trying not to slip into the water -getting an evening bath, and scooped up the fish for a quick hook removal. She was promptly put back in the water and swam away.
I didn't wait until dark to get down from my perch. But, I did wait too long. Depth perception was hard to come by looking into the water. And the NU is the last place you should be feeling your way around while wading. Luckily, I stayed dry this time.
Day three coming soon. And yes, this one will have pictures and video.
I lucked out. No one was here yet. I had an opportunity to try it out. Getting to the rock in the middle of the river that will serve as your casting position is a little tricky. At least it was for me, and my first time out there early in the morning without being able to see into the water. Finding the right way to weave your way through takes a moment or two if no one is there to show you. Before long, I found myself standing in waist deep water that was flowing very fast. It was slightly sketchy with the slick floor beneath my feet. Luckily, it was only a seven or eight foot struggle to dry rock. I probably didn't pick the right line. Whether it was the best way out or not, I took mental note of where I came in so I could pick my way back when it comes time.
The run itself is pretty narrow. You don't need much line out to cover the water. I don't doubt the fish were in there, but after an hour or so of casting various flies, on several times through, nothing happened. Being the courteous fellow that I am, I looked over my shoulder often to see if someone else was eyeing the water. I would of given it up if anyone showed interest. I never saw a single person anywhere. That is how empty the river was. Even the most sought after piece of water didn't have any other interested parties.
After more time out on Station, I looked down river and saw someone I met the day before. A nice man from California. He shared some information with me the day before, and since we crossed paths a half dozen or more times, I waved him over. I went back to shore and let him have it to himself. It was still morning and he had plenty of time to give it a shot.
I went further downstream and fished Upper and Lower Boat, and then to Upper/Lower Kitchen. On Lower Kitchen, I started getting grabs and caught more fish in the 15-18 inch range. They were small, but feisty. At some point, I was mucking around. Going from a dry rock to a submerged-super-slippery-boulder. For the most part, my carbide studded boots were gripping well. However, on one step, I came down flat footed on an angled rock that was smooth as glass. By the time I recovered my footing, water had gone over the top of my wader. I cursed myself for being so stupid. The was the second dunking I've had in the last couple of months. I was mad at myself. I didn't bother sticking around to fish much longer. After I finished Kitchen, I went back to the car to change.
Since I pretty much covered Camp and the trail side of the river the day before, I decided that today would be the road side. Considering I was back at my car putting new clothes on, I decided now was the time. All in all, I drove 20 miles down river and a few miles above the bridge, stopping anywhere that looked fishy. There were some great spots. Some easy to get to, others required some aggressive climbing to from the road. The one pictured below was especially nice looking. I left my camera in the car, so I'm pilfering this one from Emerald Water Anglers.
While at the spot pictured above. It was windy. Well, actually, it was windy all three days. But this particular time, it was whipping. Had to be 30-40mph gusts. Casting across the river was all but impossible. I had to stick to whatever was near me. However, I have to say that it looked like an awesome place to fish if conditions allowed for it. Nothing here. Not even a tug.
The rest of the day was about the same. Fought the wind for nothing more than small fish less than 18". As it was getting late afternoon, I decided to head back to camp water and try my luck there.
I started upriver of the bridge and caught more fish. As the day wore on, big fish were jumping. But, they ignored my fly. Occasionally, a fish would leave the water and sound like a cannon ball as it re-entered. Quite impressive.
Fishing all the way down through Sawtooth to Sweetheart, I could see that Station was occupied. Upon further investigation, a little bit later, I could see it was guide Scott Howell. With him was a camera crew. They were no doubt shooting last minute footage for Skagit Master 2. I sat and watched for a bit as other fisherman walked by, mumbling this or that. While I wasn't really that interested in wading out to Station, I could see that others were bothered that he seemed to be standing out there casting, but not fishing. Taking up the prime water and barely getting the fly to swing. Several people mumbled under their breath and a couple of others weren't so quiet about it.
I didn't care so much. I was actually interested in watching to see if he would catch anything. If he'd ever started swinging a fly that is. Eventually he started chugging a dry for the camera. But, no fish. As soon as he left the rock, someone replaced him and didn't have any better luck, from what I could tell anyway.
I ended the evening in Lower Boat. As the sun set, I caught a fish that was in the low 20 inch range. She put on quite the aerial display. But, didn't pull any line of my reel. I carefully kneeled down, trying not to slip into the water -getting an evening bath, and scooped up the fish for a quick hook removal. She was promptly put back in the water and swam away.
I didn't wait until dark to get down from my perch. But, I did wait too long. Depth perception was hard to come by looking into the water. And the NU is the last place you should be feeling your way around while wading. Luckily, I stayed dry this time.
Day three coming soon. And yes, this one will have pictures and video.
Aug 22, 2010
North Umpqua: Day 1
This is Part 1 of Part 4 of my North Umpqua trip. Come back soon for the other entries. One from each day.
The drive to the North Umpqua takes around 10 hours from home. Leaving about 2pm on a Saturday, I arrived before midnight. Just enough time to pull into the Camp Water parking lot and take a snooze.
Sunday was originally to be a half day of scouting and checking out Steamboat Creek. However, at the last minute I changed my plans. I quickly packed my things and left earlier on Saturday to get there for a full day of fishing.
Who was I kidding? I wouldn't be able to just walk around scouting for even a half day. Seeing others fishing and knowing I was right there, with my gear would be too much pressure. I made the right decision to fish a full three days (the fourth day was spent with Lee on Steamboat Creek). Who needed a day of scouting when I could simply scout it out with rod in hand?
In the morning, I really had no idea where to go. I mean, I was in the Camp Water and I knew pretty much every section of water had potential. Other than that, I wasn't sure which run/pool to visit first. So, I just wandered down to the water as the sun was rising. As the path reached the river, I went out and got my feet wet.
If you take more than five minutes to read up on the NU, or ask anyone about it, one of the first things out of their mouth is in regards to the wading. It is known to be a really slick river. On top of that you can be wading in ankle deep water and the next step is a 20 foot drop off. While I won't argue the popular perceptions. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I felt no need for a wading staff, and as long as I was careful, I stayed upright. With that said, the wading is definitely more tricky and you must be more tactful in your moves than the average gravel bottom river.
Navigating a run was mostly an act of finding the best way to wade out to a point and start casting. Fan out your casts to cover as much water as possible. When your done, slowly step down off your perch and move to the next. You have to carefully move up and down the very uneven floor, finding your way through a maze of boulders, ledges, and long slender, almost featureless peaks and valleys of rock that may or may not lead you to a good casting station. The best advice I can give you is to always plan an exit route. You could easily wade out to a position and half a heck of a time getting back if your only way out is upstream, against the current on a slippery ledge. You'll most surely slip and dunk yourself in a situation like this.
After an hour or so, I decided to move down river from Sawtooth. Although I didn't know it at the time, I moved past Station, Upper and Lower Boat, Upper Kitchen, and finally to Lower Kitchen. Again, I wiggled my way out to mid river where the main current was. The water was deep here. Casting a size 4 generic hair wing, I wasn't getting anything. Not that I expected some monster to come out and hook itself within the first couple of hours of being here. Or even over the course of my three days. However, I do like to see signs of fish lurking about. Whether they jump or I catch a glimpse of them below. Neither of of those things had happened. Not yet anyway.
After some time in Lower Kitchen, I decided to get out of the water and go further downstream. I was interested in exploring. In fact, I walked more than 2 miles down the North Umpqua trail, which is on the opposite side of the river from the road. Stopping at various pools and runs, there were a lot of very cool stretches to cast into. The scenery was beautiful and the river was technically challenging. Getting your flies to the right spot was difficult at times. Especially when the (10-20 mph) winds kicked up. It kept things interesting.
During this two mile hike downriver, I was catching smaller fish. Most of them were in the 15-18 inch range. Actually, I was catching a lot of fish. I lost count somewhere north of 20. It was starting to get annoying. The idea was to catch a larger steelhead, not these little guys. I started putting on bigger and bigger flies. And then at some point, in mid afternoon, I decided to put on a waking fly.
The NU fish are known to take waking or chugged flies. While I've never caught a decent fish with these methods, I figured this was the best place to try it. So, I put on a size 4 I tied a while back. It was big and pushed a lot of water. The presentation was easy. Cast it out and start disturbing the water to try and attract fish. After having the fly on for about 2 casts, I noticed that it was getting attention!
At first, I saw mostly smaller fish coming up from the depths (we are talking 10-20 foot depths in this particular pool) to check out the fly. They'd mostly turn at the last second. But, I'll tell you, this was exciting to see. The water was so clear, I could see them coming from pretty deep down. I caught myself laughing out loud a few times as these guys slashed at the fly.
I was slowly working out the line on each cast. With not more than 20 foot of line out, I cast again. As it swung downstream to the same ledge I was standing on, I saw this flash of silver. A jerk on my line, then it went limp. My arms were shaking. I couldn't tell how big the fish was, but my mind was racing.
I carefully tried to recreate that same exact cast, and here he comes again! This time he took the fly under. I clinched my teeth as I held my rod still, waited for some weight, then yanked back. I got him! He fought hard and when I landed him, he wasn't really that big. But it was my first decent sized fish on a waking/chugging fly. It was only appropriate that it happened on the NU, and my first decent sized fish of the three day trip. He measured approximately 23 inches. I quickly removed the hook and placed him in the water. Holding him until he powered off at an amazing speed back into the depths.
I was pretty shaky after that. I decided to just sit on a rock and chill out before heading back to shore. After all, I was perched out on a precarious ledge that I didn't really want to slip off of into the deep/fast water because my rubbery legs couldn't support my body.
I continued down river further. Fishing anything that looked like holding water. One thing I learned about the NU. The holding water here is not exactly the same type of holding water you may see on other steelhead rivers. The river structure is so unique, that the fish tend to be in very deep water. Not necessarily at the bottom, but against large boulders or against ledges. I can't tell you how many times I saw large fish holding a foot or two down, but in 20 foot deep water. And of course, on other occasions, I did see fish quite deep. Mostly likely stressed for one reason or another.
During my walk down stream, I often questioned exactly where I was. It wasn't until a day later, driving in the car on the opposite side of the water that I realized I was about two miles down stream from the Steamboat Inn. The walk back would take a while.
After finally getting back, I took more time to figure out what run in Camp was what. I asked a very nice local guy where Station was, and he pointed it out and a couple of other runs too. He and everyone else I had talked to were not having much luck. Over the course of three days, no one admitted to catching a fish over 20 inches. The amount of hookups and tugs were low too. However, I did witness one other person catch a good sized fish on the third day.
After a trip to the car for some food and water, I wandered upstream of the bridge. There was some good water here too. I could actually see a few large fish clinging to the side of a ledge within casting reach. I first tried a few wet flies. Then a skating fly, then chugged it. The fish didn't seem to react at all. So I stepped down and caught a few more smaller fish off this same ledge. These guys were very active. I could see them come up from some really deep water to take a fly on or near the surface.
The sun was setting, and I ended my day in Upper Kitchen. Had a really big tug, and caught a few 15-18" fish. I was exhausted and went back to the car for some sleep.
Day two through four coming soon (with pictures and video)!
The drive to the North Umpqua takes around 10 hours from home. Leaving about 2pm on a Saturday, I arrived before midnight. Just enough time to pull into the Camp Water parking lot and take a snooze.
Sunday was originally to be a half day of scouting and checking out Steamboat Creek. However, at the last minute I changed my plans. I quickly packed my things and left earlier on Saturday to get there for a full day of fishing.
Who was I kidding? I wouldn't be able to just walk around scouting for even a half day. Seeing others fishing and knowing I was right there, with my gear would be too much pressure. I made the right decision to fish a full three days (the fourth day was spent with Lee on Steamboat Creek). Who needed a day of scouting when I could simply scout it out with rod in hand?
In the morning, I really had no idea where to go. I mean, I was in the Camp Water and I knew pretty much every section of water had potential. Other than that, I wasn't sure which run/pool to visit first. So, I just wandered down to the water as the sun was rising. As the path reached the river, I went out and got my feet wet.
| Access | Camp Water and 15 miles surrounding | |
| Air Temp | Low 48, High 90's | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~50 F / 15+ feet | |
| Weather | Morning Clouds, Sunny otherwise | |
| Flow | unknown | |
| Time in/out | 5:00am, 8pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Scandi | |
| 15ft floating leader | All day | |
If you take more than five minutes to read up on the NU, or ask anyone about it, one of the first things out of their mouth is in regards to the wading. It is known to be a really slick river. On top of that you can be wading in ankle deep water and the next step is a 20 foot drop off. While I won't argue the popular perceptions. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I felt no need for a wading staff, and as long as I was careful, I stayed upright. With that said, the wading is definitely more tricky and you must be more tactful in your moves than the average gravel bottom river.
Navigating a run was mostly an act of finding the best way to wade out to a point and start casting. Fan out your casts to cover as much water as possible. When your done, slowly step down off your perch and move to the next. You have to carefully move up and down the very uneven floor, finding your way through a maze of boulders, ledges, and long slender, almost featureless peaks and valleys of rock that may or may not lead you to a good casting station. The best advice I can give you is to always plan an exit route. You could easily wade out to a position and half a heck of a time getting back if your only way out is upstream, against the current on a slippery ledge. You'll most surely slip and dunk yourself in a situation like this.
After an hour or so, I decided to move down river from Sawtooth. Although I didn't know it at the time, I moved past Station, Upper and Lower Boat, Upper Kitchen, and finally to Lower Kitchen. Again, I wiggled my way out to mid river where the main current was. The water was deep here. Casting a size 4 generic hair wing, I wasn't getting anything. Not that I expected some monster to come out and hook itself within the first couple of hours of being here. Or even over the course of my three days. However, I do like to see signs of fish lurking about. Whether they jump or I catch a glimpse of them below. Neither of of those things had happened. Not yet anyway.
Even though I had my 12' 6" two hander. There was no need for it. This river is pretty big, but it is divided up into narrow slots that can easily accommodate a single hander. Next time, I'll take my 7wt 9foot rod. There is plenty of casting room for overhead. And the few places that wouldn't allow for it, you could simply perform a roll cast or single hand spey cast.
After some time in Lower Kitchen, I decided to get out of the water and go further downstream. I was interested in exploring. In fact, I walked more than 2 miles down the North Umpqua trail, which is on the opposite side of the river from the road. Stopping at various pools and runs, there were a lot of very cool stretches to cast into. The scenery was beautiful and the river was technically challenging. Getting your flies to the right spot was difficult at times. Especially when the (10-20 mph) winds kicked up. It kept things interesting.
As the sun came out, it started to warm. It actually got very hot during the day. I started to seek out the shade to better my chances at catching fish. However, this thought process turns out to be flawed. As I'll relate some things I learned from Lee up in Steamboat creek. Fishing in the sun for steelhead is not such a bad idea.
During this two mile hike downriver, I was catching smaller fish. Most of them were in the 15-18 inch range. Actually, I was catching a lot of fish. I lost count somewhere north of 20. It was starting to get annoying. The idea was to catch a larger steelhead, not these little guys. I started putting on bigger and bigger flies. And then at some point, in mid afternoon, I decided to put on a waking fly.
The NU fish are known to take waking or chugged flies. While I've never caught a decent fish with these methods, I figured this was the best place to try it. So, I put on a size 4 I tied a while back. It was big and pushed a lot of water. The presentation was easy. Cast it out and start disturbing the water to try and attract fish. After having the fly on for about 2 casts, I noticed that it was getting attention!
At first, I saw mostly smaller fish coming up from the depths (we are talking 10-20 foot depths in this particular pool) to check out the fly. They'd mostly turn at the last second. But, I'll tell you, this was exciting to see. The water was so clear, I could see them coming from pretty deep down. I caught myself laughing out loud a few times as these guys slashed at the fly.
I was slowly working out the line on each cast. With not more than 20 foot of line out, I cast again. As it swung downstream to the same ledge I was standing on, I saw this flash of silver. A jerk on my line, then it went limp. My arms were shaking. I couldn't tell how big the fish was, but my mind was racing.
I carefully tried to recreate that same exact cast, and here he comes again! This time he took the fly under. I clinched my teeth as I held my rod still, waited for some weight, then yanked back. I got him! He fought hard and when I landed him, he wasn't really that big. But it was my first decent sized fish on a waking/chugging fly. It was only appropriate that it happened on the NU, and my first decent sized fish of the three day trip. He measured approximately 23 inches. I quickly removed the hook and placed him in the water. Holding him until he powered off at an amazing speed back into the depths.
I was pretty shaky after that. I decided to just sit on a rock and chill out before heading back to shore. After all, I was perched out on a precarious ledge that I didn't really want to slip off of into the deep/fast water because my rubbery legs couldn't support my body.
I continued down river further. Fishing anything that looked like holding water. One thing I learned about the NU. The holding water here is not exactly the same type of holding water you may see on other steelhead rivers. The river structure is so unique, that the fish tend to be in very deep water. Not necessarily at the bottom, but against large boulders or against ledges. I can't tell you how many times I saw large fish holding a foot or two down, but in 20 foot deep water. And of course, on other occasions, I did see fish quite deep. Mostly likely stressed for one reason or another.
During my walk down stream, I often questioned exactly where I was. It wasn't until a day later, driving in the car on the opposite side of the water that I realized I was about two miles down stream from the Steamboat Inn. The walk back would take a while.
After finally getting back, I took more time to figure out what run in Camp was what. I asked a very nice local guy where Station was, and he pointed it out and a couple of other runs too. He and everyone else I had talked to were not having much luck. Over the course of three days, no one admitted to catching a fish over 20 inches. The amount of hookups and tugs were low too. However, I did witness one other person catch a good sized fish on the third day.
I started to question if there were that many big steelhead in the river. However, in the evening, large fish were jumping. And large fish could be seen from Mott bridge. And, as I'll comment more on in my day 4 entry, the steelhead return is an average count. These fish just seemed to have lock jaw.
After a trip to the car for some food and water, I wandered upstream of the bridge. There was some good water here too. I could actually see a few large fish clinging to the side of a ledge within casting reach. I first tried a few wet flies. Then a skating fly, then chugged it. The fish didn't seem to react at all. So I stepped down and caught a few more smaller fish off this same ledge. These guys were very active. I could see them come up from some really deep water to take a fly on or near the surface.
The sun was setting, and I ended my day in Upper Kitchen. Had a really big tug, and caught a few 15-18" fish. I was exhausted and went back to the car for some sleep.
Day two through four coming soon (with pictures and video)!
Aug 14, 2010
Back from the Umpqua
Sadly, my fishing trip is over. I'm now back from my three days on the North Umpqua. As a bonus for me and you, I also spent time fishing on the Klamath.
For those counting, that is four days of fishing in about a weeks time. Probably a record for me. Over the next week I'll be making some posts covering my days on the water. The three on the NU, and then my time on the Klamath.
Additionally, I'll relate my time with Lee on Steamboat Creek. Probably one of, if not the world's authority on steelhead behavior. This guy has watched more hours of steelhead doing their thing than probably anyone else around. I learned a great deal about the critters and what makes them tick. It was eye opening. That will be a post in itself.
And guess what? I actually took pictures/video this time! Yaah. I have something to color up the writing.
Stay tuned.
For those counting, that is four days of fishing in about a weeks time. Probably a record for me. Over the next week I'll be making some posts covering my days on the water. The three on the NU, and then my time on the Klamath.
Additionally, I'll relate my time with Lee on Steamboat Creek. Probably one of, if not the world's authority on steelhead behavior. This guy has watched more hours of steelhead doing their thing than probably anyone else around. I learned a great deal about the critters and what makes them tick. It was eye opening. That will be a post in itself.
And guess what? I actually took pictures/video this time! Yaah. I have something to color up the writing.
Stay tuned.
Aug 6, 2010
Fly #56, 57, and 58. Umpqua
It has been a while since I've posted a "Fly of the Week". As I'm about to depart for a trip to the North Umpqua, I quickly tied up some flies. Here are three of the patterns I put together. Perhaps I'll post the others another time.
The first two are on size 4 hooks. The last on an eight. As always, click on the image to see them bigger.
I'll let you know how they do in a week or two.
The first two are on size 4 hooks. The last on an eight. As always, click on the image to see them bigger.
I'll let you know how they do in a week or two.
Jul 30, 2010
Yuba Report
These long Summer days can really take a toll. Beyond the time I spend on the water, from sun up to sun down, I have a pretty good commute to the water. We are talking almost 20+ hours from when I leave my driveway and when I get back. It can be a real drag.
Last week, I had -what lately is a rare opportunity- to go fishing. The Lower Yuba was my choice. The reports were for high water flow and lousy fishing. A perfect combination! One of the purposes of going was to dial in my rod/line combination for an upcoming North Umpqua trip. Actually catching fish would of been nice, but not my ultimate goal for the day.
The water was unusually cold. Despite the hot 100+ degree air temp, it wasn't bad at all. My setup was a floating line/leader with unweighted flies. Exactly what I'll be using up in Oregon. I'm not used to casting a 15+ foot leader, so this was a good chance to get myself re-acquainted.
Started the morning above the bridge with a size 4 generic steelhead fly. Managed a few hookups that didn't last very long. The fish were in there, but most of the ones that were willing to play, were small. Under 15 inches. I continued stepping downstream to try and find a player. Hopefully someone bigger.
I noticed early on that the rocks were super-slippery today. Even with my studded boots and fancy rubber soles, it was treacherous. Funny enough, the North Umpqua is known to be a very slippery place too. Perhaps someone was trying to get me prepared in more ways than one!
The rocks in this particular run were bowling ball sized and super smooth. Covered in some sort of goop, it wasn't a good idea to step on top of them if you could help it. The water was waist deep when I stumbled and planted my foot on the top of one. Exactly what I didn't want to do. Down I went! I floated only a few feet before I regained my foot hold and stood up. But it was too late. Water had gone over my wader tops and I was now feeling the 50 something degree water filtering down to my legs. Brrrrr! This is the first time ever I've taken a dunk and had water go over my wader top. I guess I should consider myself lucky to have lasted this long.
It was still early morning. And even though the day would soon top 100 degrees, it was now very cold. I pressed on for another hour or so trying to catch a huge fish that was surfacing right in front of my eyes. But, eventually, I had to go back to the car to change. Too much shivering.
After drying up, I went back to the water. But this time below the bridge. No fish. Not even a bite. The water is a little high here and the fish-able spots were a little tough to get to. After an hour or so, I decided to go back above the bridge. I walked much further upstream before getting back to it. This is when the fun began.
At some point, I put on a single size 12 soft hackle. I'll try to post a picture sometime. It is bright red body. I'm not sure I have ever used this fly before. But, it just looked like a good one. Literally on the first cast, I had a small 12 inch fish on. Finally, the first fish of the day. I caught a few of his friends further down the river too. This fly was hot!
The window of time where I was catching fish started to close. I took this opportunity to go back downstream to where I got my dunking. I wanted that big fish that I saw earlier. He must of been in the upper 20's. And he was fat! As I approached that section, two other fly fisherman stepped in below me. Argh! No respect. Typically BS I see around here.
Instead of causing a scene, I chose to go back to the car for water and food. It was now late afternoon/early evening. After filling my stomach, I didn't really want to huck it back upriver, so instead I went down.
I still had that small red soft hackle on and nothing else. No two or three fly rigs today. Keeping it simple. The leader was a hand tied 15 footer. Perfect size for my 12'6" two hander and compact scandi line. It was casting amazingly well. Normally I use poly leaders, but I had an itch to do it the old fashioned way. I was pleasantly surprised at how well it was casting big and small flies alike. I may be tossing my poly's aside for floating work.
I'll skip the details, but the rest of the evening went great. I caught two 20 something inch fish almost on back to back casts. They both fought hard and provided several minutes of entertainment. The one even took a run and peeled off some line. Before it got dark, I ended up getting a dozen hard tugs and a few more fish to hand. What a way to end the day.
What started off as a chance to dial in my rod, ended up being a great day of fishing. Good thing I didn't let those bad fishing reports and high flow complaints scare me off.
Last week, I had -what lately is a rare opportunity- to go fishing. The Lower Yuba was my choice. The reports were for high water flow and lousy fishing. A perfect combination! One of the purposes of going was to dial in my rod/line combination for an upcoming North Umpqua trip. Actually catching fish would of been nice, but not my ultimate goal for the day.
The water was unusually cold. Despite the hot 100+ degree air temp, it wasn't bad at all. My setup was a floating line/leader with unweighted flies. Exactly what I'll be using up in Oregon. I'm not used to casting a 15+ foot leader, so this was a good chance to get myself re-acquainted.
Started the morning above the bridge with a size 4 generic steelhead fly. Managed a few hookups that didn't last very long. The fish were in there, but most of the ones that were willing to play, were small. Under 15 inches. I continued stepping downstream to try and find a player. Hopefully someone bigger.
| Access | Hwy 20 | |
| Air Temp | Low 61, High 100+ | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~49 F / 8-10 feet | |
| Weather | Sunny | |
| Flow | 3,500+ cfs | |
| Time in/out | 5:30am, 8:30pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Scandi | |
| 15ft poly floater | Morning | |
| 15ft mono leader | Afternoon on | |
| 8lb Mono tippet | ||
| Flies | Various sz 4-8 steelhead | some tugs |
| Sz12 red soft hackle | 8+ | |
I noticed early on that the rocks were super-slippery today. Even with my studded boots and fancy rubber soles, it was treacherous. Funny enough, the North Umpqua is known to be a very slippery place too. Perhaps someone was trying to get me prepared in more ways than one!
The rocks in this particular run were bowling ball sized and super smooth. Covered in some sort of goop, it wasn't a good idea to step on top of them if you could help it. The water was waist deep when I stumbled and planted my foot on the top of one. Exactly what I didn't want to do. Down I went! I floated only a few feet before I regained my foot hold and stood up. But it was too late. Water had gone over my wader tops and I was now feeling the 50 something degree water filtering down to my legs. Brrrrr! This is the first time ever I've taken a dunk and had water go over my wader top. I guess I should consider myself lucky to have lasted this long.
It was still early morning. And even though the day would soon top 100 degrees, it was now very cold. I pressed on for another hour or so trying to catch a huge fish that was surfacing right in front of my eyes. But, eventually, I had to go back to the car to change. Too much shivering.
After drying up, I went back to the water. But this time below the bridge. No fish. Not even a bite. The water is a little high here and the fish-able spots were a little tough to get to. After an hour or so, I decided to go back above the bridge. I walked much further upstream before getting back to it. This is when the fun began.
At some point, I put on a single size 12 soft hackle. I'll try to post a picture sometime. It is bright red body. I'm not sure I have ever used this fly before. But, it just looked like a good one. Literally on the first cast, I had a small 12 inch fish on. Finally, the first fish of the day. I caught a few of his friends further down the river too. This fly was hot!
The window of time where I was catching fish started to close. I took this opportunity to go back downstream to where I got my dunking. I wanted that big fish that I saw earlier. He must of been in the upper 20's. And he was fat! As I approached that section, two other fly fisherman stepped in below me. Argh! No respect. Typically BS I see around here.
Instead of causing a scene, I chose to go back to the car for water and food. It was now late afternoon/early evening. After filling my stomach, I didn't really want to huck it back upriver, so instead I went down.
I still had that small red soft hackle on and nothing else. No two or three fly rigs today. Keeping it simple. The leader was a hand tied 15 footer. Perfect size for my 12'6" two hander and compact scandi line. It was casting amazingly well. Normally I use poly leaders, but I had an itch to do it the old fashioned way. I was pleasantly surprised at how well it was casting big and small flies alike. I may be tossing my poly's aside for floating work.
I'll skip the details, but the rest of the evening went great. I caught two 20 something inch fish almost on back to back casts. They both fought hard and provided several minutes of entertainment. The one even took a run and peeled off some line. Before it got dark, I ended up getting a dozen hard tugs and a few more fish to hand. What a way to end the day.
What started off as a chance to dial in my rod, ended up being a great day of fishing. Good thing I didn't let those bad fishing reports and high flow complaints scare me off.
Jul 9, 2010
Slicing and Dicing
Wow. This had to set the record for my longest blog post in the making. I set out to write this months ago, but one thing led to another and it just didn't get done. Until now! Yay!
If you've spent any time with two-handers, you'll quickly see that there is a large contingent of people out there that like to slice and dice lines. Trying to come up with that perfect setup- to improve their casting. From the outside, it seems like a fun thing to do. However, the last thing I need is another hobby to take up more time that I don't have. So, for now, I'll live vicariously through the people that do. And any knowledge they share, I can use when picking off-the-shelf lines.
The problem with off-the-shelf lines are that you pretty much pick a line type (i.e. skagit, scandi, etc) and then a grain weight to match your rod. That is about as customizable as it gets. Well, at least that is what I thought. Keep reading to see how I was wrong with that conclusion.
Back to people cutting up their lines. While perusing Speypages, I eventually came across Steve Godshall's name. People seemed to invoke his name whenever an expert opinion was needed on lines. So when I was browsing Meiser's website and saw that Steve builds a Scandi line for Bob, and not much longer, learned that my friend was using one (and got a chance to cast it)- I became curious to know more.
Steve lives up in the Rogue Valley and has been fly fishing for more than a decade. As a rod builder he had a chance to learn a lot about rods and how unique each one is. In fact, he came up with something he calls "blue printing". It is a system to quantify rod casting quality. This has become part of the prototype process for new rod designs from Gary Anderson, Bob Meiser, and of course Steve himself.
At this point, Steve realized that the rod is only part of the equation. So, he turned his focus to lines.
A couple of years ago, Gary Anderson started including a line with every spey rod he built and sold. Because clients were making poor line choices, he wanted to get them off to a great start. Steve was asked to develop a Scandi head to fit a couple dozen of his rod models. Also working with Bob Meiser, Steve further developed a base Scandi head to something that he could offer to his clients as well. (Meiser sells them as "SGS" and Anderson as "Steel Heads".)
Here's how it works. And this is the cool part. From 9 base line sizes, Steve can produce 100 lines for 100 different rods. And to get even more of what you are looking for, if Steve is available and if you are in the neighborhood anyway, maybe you can go to the river and cast a handful of lines. From that, Steve will write you a custom line prescription. Just like a doctor. But less painful.
Besides the Scandi lines, Steve also has a Skagit. Although, according to Steve, he looks at casting styles as the difference between skagit and scandi. Not so much the line themselves, because both are basically shooting head systems. As someone who casts both lighter scandi and heavier skagit lines with the same sustained anchor casting, I'd go along with that.
I know what you're thinking. What's up with the advertisement? Just to be upfront, I'm not getting paid for this or getting any freebies. I just think what Steve is doing is pretty slick. I mean, you aren't going to find this sort of custom stuff from the big manufacturers. Don't know about you, but I haven't the time to figure all this out on my own.
The whole reason for writing this to begin with is really because of his "Skandit" lines Steve builds for Meiser. This is what got me excited about what he is doing. The Skandit system is a multi tip short shooting head with a floater and 4 sinking "zink" tips. He doesn't stock the system on a shelf. It is built for each caster because, as Steve says, “the magic is in the match”. The idea is, put on the floater and you have yourself a power Scandi line. Put on the zink tips, and you have yourself a light Skagit. Nifty.
Maybe sometime in the near future I'll pick up one of his lines and report back to you on my feelings and how it compares to my current skandi and skagit lines.
If you've spent any time with two-handers, you'll quickly see that there is a large contingent of people out there that like to slice and dice lines. Trying to come up with that perfect setup- to improve their casting. From the outside, it seems like a fun thing to do. However, the last thing I need is another hobby to take up more time that I don't have. So, for now, I'll live vicariously through the people that do. And any knowledge they share, I can use when picking off-the-shelf lines.
The problem with off-the-shelf lines are that you pretty much pick a line type (i.e. skagit, scandi, etc) and then a grain weight to match your rod. That is about as customizable as it gets. Well, at least that is what I thought. Keep reading to see how I was wrong with that conclusion.
Back to people cutting up their lines. While perusing Speypages, I eventually came across Steve Godshall's name. People seemed to invoke his name whenever an expert opinion was needed on lines. So when I was browsing Meiser's website and saw that Steve builds a Scandi line for Bob, and not much longer, learned that my friend was using one (and got a chance to cast it)- I became curious to know more.
Steve lives up in the Rogue Valley and has been fly fishing for more than a decade. As a rod builder he had a chance to learn a lot about rods and how unique each one is. In fact, he came up with something he calls "blue printing". It is a system to quantify rod casting quality. This has become part of the prototype process for new rod designs from Gary Anderson, Bob Meiser, and of course Steve himself.
At this point, Steve realized that the rod is only part of the equation. So, he turned his focus to lines.
A couple of years ago, Gary Anderson started including a line with every spey rod he built and sold. Because clients were making poor line choices, he wanted to get them off to a great start. Steve was asked to develop a Scandi head to fit a couple dozen of his rod models. Also working with Bob Meiser, Steve further developed a base Scandi head to something that he could offer to his clients as well. (Meiser sells them as "SGS" and Anderson as "Steel Heads".)
Here's how it works. And this is the cool part. From 9 base line sizes, Steve can produce 100 lines for 100 different rods. And to get even more of what you are looking for, if Steve is available and if you are in the neighborhood anyway, maybe you can go to the river and cast a handful of lines. From that, Steve will write you a custom line prescription. Just like a doctor. But less painful.
Besides the Scandi lines, Steve also has a Skagit. Although, according to Steve, he looks at casting styles as the difference between skagit and scandi. Not so much the line themselves, because both are basically shooting head systems. As someone who casts both lighter scandi and heavier skagit lines with the same sustained anchor casting, I'd go along with that.
I know what you're thinking. What's up with the advertisement? Just to be upfront, I'm not getting paid for this or getting any freebies. I just think what Steve is doing is pretty slick. I mean, you aren't going to find this sort of custom stuff from the big manufacturers. Don't know about you, but I haven't the time to figure all this out on my own.
The whole reason for writing this to begin with is really because of his "Skandit" lines Steve builds for Meiser. This is what got me excited about what he is doing. The Skandit system is a multi tip short shooting head with a floater and 4 sinking "zink" tips. He doesn't stock the system on a shelf. It is built for each caster because, as Steve says, “the magic is in the match”. The idea is, put on the floater and you have yourself a power Scandi line. Put on the zink tips, and you have yourself a light Skagit. Nifty.
Maybe sometime in the near future I'll pick up one of his lines and report back to you on my feelings and how it compares to my current skandi and skagit lines.
Jul 2, 2010
Happy 4th
Happy fourth of July weekend. I hope everyone is getting more fishing in than I am!!
My current project is about to end. So, I'm hoping to get a day in before the end of the month. And... drum roll please... In early August, I'll be spending two days on the North Umpqua for Summer Steelhead. I can't wait. More later.
My current project is about to end. So, I'm hoping to get a day in before the end of the month. And... drum roll please... In early August, I'll be spending two days on the North Umpqua for Summer Steelhead. I can't wait. More later.
Jun 2, 2010
Shad on the American, Part 2
Either something went totally wrong, or totally right. Depends on how you look at it.
I arrived on Upper Sunrise before the sun came up. Was in the water trying to catch shad just as there was enough light to keep from taking a swim. After about 30 minutes of casting practice, I decided I was in the wrong place.
Next stop was below the bike bridge on Upper Sunrise, then the footbridge on Lower Sunrise. All netting the same results. Zero shad!
I did watch some kids pull out around 10 shad from the bridge. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough weight to even bother fishing from up there. And swinging out to where they were catching the shad would of surely caused some tangles. And maybe even a fight or two.
At some point, I don't doubt that I was fishing where the shad were. I just couldn't get their interest. On the car ride home, I deducted that I wasn't deep enough in the morning. I'm still a shad newbie. Eventually, I'll figure it out. But right now, my shad attempts aren't much to speak of.
As the heat of day began, I decided to give up on shad and put some soft hackles on. Maybe I'll fair better with trout. I drove to El Manto and fished a big long stretch of water from Lower Sunrise to Rossmore. What a tiring day. That adventure was fruitless as well. No half pounders.
Go back and re-read the first sentence of this post. Did ya? Okay, now you can continue on...
Late in the evening, I was getting a little frustrated by not catching any shad. I had 10feet of T10 and a weighted fly. I even put a couple split shot on the leader to move it closer to the bottom. I tried various strip techniques, casting way up stream and letting everything sink. Nothing!
On about my 1,000 cast, I was stripping like a mad man. Wham!! I was hit. I felt the tug, tug, pause, tuuuuuugggg. Whoo hoo!
Finally caught my first shad of the season. This guy gave one heck of a fight. They have plenty of spirit. And boy was she heavy. Lots of power. After a fight that lasted several minutes I got her to my hand.
What the??!! It wasn't a shad. It was a 23" steelhead. What the heck was she doing chasing a shad dart that was being stripped across the current? Keep in mind, I wasn't stepping and swinging. I was swinging and sitting. Sitting in one place for more than 45 minutes. What made her take the fly? Did she just get sick of seeing it. Or all of a sudden thought, "Hmm, that looks tasty." Or did she just happen to move near it.
We'll never know. But I put her back and started casting again. A few minutes later. Whomp. Another fish. Alright, I got myself a shad. Cool! The fish came unbuttoned while I was trying to untangle the coils of line wrapped around around my body as I was standing in chest deep water. A few casts later, whomp, again! This one came off too! Argh. At least I found a school of shad. I'm going to get one.
Another few casts later, I was ready, a fish grabbed on and I quickly reeled it in. Another steelhead! Are you kidding me? What is going on? This isn't supposed to be happening.
I never did catch a shad.
I arrived on Upper Sunrise before the sun came up. Was in the water trying to catch shad just as there was enough light to keep from taking a swim. After about 30 minutes of casting practice, I decided I was in the wrong place.
| Access | Upr/Lwr Sunrise, El Manto/Rossmore | |
| Air Temp | Low 54, High 75 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~? F / 6-8 feet | |
| Weather | Cool morning, Sunny/Very Windy afternoon | |
| Flow | ~? cfs | |
| Time in/out | 5:30am, 8pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Skagit | |
| 11ft of T10 | All day | |
| 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Soft Hackles/Steelhead Flies | 0 |
| Shad darts | 2 | |
Next stop was below the bike bridge on Upper Sunrise, then the footbridge on Lower Sunrise. All netting the same results. Zero shad!
I did watch some kids pull out around 10 shad from the bridge. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough weight to even bother fishing from up there. And swinging out to where they were catching the shad would of surely caused some tangles. And maybe even a fight or two.
At some point, I don't doubt that I was fishing where the shad were. I just couldn't get their interest. On the car ride home, I deducted that I wasn't deep enough in the morning. I'm still a shad newbie. Eventually, I'll figure it out. But right now, my shad attempts aren't much to speak of.
As the heat of day began, I decided to give up on shad and put some soft hackles on. Maybe I'll fair better with trout. I drove to El Manto and fished a big long stretch of water from Lower Sunrise to Rossmore. What a tiring day. That adventure was fruitless as well. No half pounders.
Go back and re-read the first sentence of this post. Did ya? Okay, now you can continue on...
Late in the evening, I was getting a little frustrated by not catching any shad. I had 10feet of T10 and a weighted fly. I even put a couple split shot on the leader to move it closer to the bottom. I tried various strip techniques, casting way up stream and letting everything sink. Nothing!
On about my 1,000 cast, I was stripping like a mad man. Wham!! I was hit. I felt the tug, tug, pause, tuuuuuugggg. Whoo hoo!
Finally caught my first shad of the season. This guy gave one heck of a fight. They have plenty of spirit. And boy was she heavy. Lots of power. After a fight that lasted several minutes I got her to my hand.
What the??!! It wasn't a shad. It was a 23" steelhead. What the heck was she doing chasing a shad dart that was being stripped across the current? Keep in mind, I wasn't stepping and swinging. I was swinging and sitting. Sitting in one place for more than 45 minutes. What made her take the fly? Did she just get sick of seeing it. Or all of a sudden thought, "Hmm, that looks tasty." Or did she just happen to move near it.
We'll never know. But I put her back and started casting again. A few minutes later. Whomp. Another fish. Alright, I got myself a shad. Cool! The fish came unbuttoned while I was trying to untangle the coils of line wrapped around around my body as I was standing in chest deep water. A few casts later, whomp, again! This one came off too! Argh. At least I found a school of shad. I'm going to get one.
Another few casts later, I was ready, a fish grabbed on and I quickly reeled it in. Another steelhead! Are you kidding me? What is going on? This isn't supposed to be happening.
I never did catch a shad.
May 6, 2010
American River - Shad report
This post should be titled, "Went fishing for shad on the American, but only caught half pounders". A little too lengthy, so I used something more generic. But, that does summarize the day so succinctly. I guess there's no need to keep reading!
I got to Paradise Beach before 6am. It was already 54 degrees, but with a little wind, it was cool. Water clarity was about 6-8 feet and water temp in the mid 50's. My two hander was sporting a skagit line with 11 feet of T-10 and three weighted flies. All of them were shad darts of various colors.
I entered the water just below the Fair Oaks bridge. Anyone trying to learn how and where to fish for shad, don't ask me. I'm pretty new to it. In fact, I've only been one other time. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing. Right or wrong, I was looking for slow moving water 6 to 12 feet deep. I'd cast out there and do a strip of a few inches, rest a second, do it again, etc. That is how I caught a bunch last year.
This section of the river was okay for wading. I'd be better off with a boat. In fact, saw a couple of others already in the water with theirs. While I was out there, getting no attention from the shad that may or may not be around, I was looking over at the nearby riffles. Mouth watering. I guess you can't get the steel out of my brain. I reluctantly stuck to the plan -- skipped the faster water and continued looking for shad.
I moved down river all the way around the bend. Saw more boats with people fishing. Only one guy said he caught any. And he had only caught two. The other 4 people I polled didn't have anything to show for their troubles either.
Hopping in the car, I went to Howe. This was the first time I had ever been here. The sat map made it look slow and not very good for my usual steelhead/half pounder action. But, it did look like shad water. When I arrived, I actually saw a decent riffle by the boat launch. I couldn't resist. I swung through it with no luck.
Going downstream, I found some deep water. Nada. No shad. An hour or two later, I left.
Next on the list was Gristmill. I parked on the North side of the river, a first for me. While there were people on the South side, no one was near me. I decided to fish the riffle and caught myself a few half pounders on my "prince flymph". Although none of them were bigger than 15 inches, it was still nice to get something to hand.
After the swing through the run, I went downstream, then upstream and found what appeared to be good shad water. No action. But the water seemed to be good for it. Again, what do I know??!
Eventually I left and went to Watt. I'm not a big fan of this area. Okay riffles, but nothing that great imo. Maybe I just need to catch a big fish or two here and I'll change my mind. I walked upstream past the riffles and way downstream looking for shad water. I found it, it just wasn't very good for wading. Deep water with no where to stand.
I did see a boat with a few guys in it. They were catching something. I don't think they were shad though. Much too big. I'm thinking either large steelhead (this late?!) or more likely stripers. Another species of fish I haven't gone after. But now that I saw some of the fun they were having, I think I want to give it a try!! I'll need help with it though. Anyone care to show me the ropes? :)
Speaking of help. Are any of you shad fisherman and want to meet up? I could sure use some pointers on where to look and proper technique. In exchange, I can teach you whatever I know about fishing that you'd like to learn. Or I can simply bribe you with a beer or some flies.
My 14 hour day ended with a fizzle. I hoped for sizzle, but it never happened. Of all the people I talked with throughout the (more than 12 hour) day, only 1 had caught a shad. So, I wasn't alone. Misery loves company!
I got to Paradise Beach before 6am. It was already 54 degrees, but with a little wind, it was cool. Water clarity was about 6-8 feet and water temp in the mid 50's. My two hander was sporting a skagit line with 11 feet of T-10 and three weighted flies. All of them were shad darts of various colors.
| Access | Paradise Beach, Gristmill, Howe, Watt | |
| Air Temp | Low 54, High 70 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~53 F / 6-8 feet | |
| Weather | Sunny / Windy | |
| Flow | ~3700 cfs | |
| Time in/out | 6am, 8pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Skagit | |
| 11ft of T10 | All day | |
| 6 & 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Prince Soft Hackle | 3 |
| Shad darts | 0 | |
I entered the water just below the Fair Oaks bridge. Anyone trying to learn how and where to fish for shad, don't ask me. I'm pretty new to it. In fact, I've only been one other time. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing. Right or wrong, I was looking for slow moving water 6 to 12 feet deep. I'd cast out there and do a strip of a few inches, rest a second, do it again, etc. That is how I caught a bunch last year.
This section of the river was okay for wading. I'd be better off with a boat. In fact, saw a couple of others already in the water with theirs. While I was out there, getting no attention from the shad that may or may not be around, I was looking over at the nearby riffles. Mouth watering. I guess you can't get the steel out of my brain. I reluctantly stuck to the plan -- skipped the faster water and continued looking for shad.
I moved down river all the way around the bend. Saw more boats with people fishing. Only one guy said he caught any. And he had only caught two. The other 4 people I polled didn't have anything to show for their troubles either.
Hopping in the car, I went to Howe. This was the first time I had ever been here. The sat map made it look slow and not very good for my usual steelhead/half pounder action. But, it did look like shad water. When I arrived, I actually saw a decent riffle by the boat launch. I couldn't resist. I swung through it with no luck.
Going downstream, I found some deep water. Nada. No shad. An hour or two later, I left.
Next on the list was Gristmill. I parked on the North side of the river, a first for me. While there were people on the South side, no one was near me. I decided to fish the riffle and caught myself a few half pounders on my "prince flymph". Although none of them were bigger than 15 inches, it was still nice to get something to hand.
After the swing through the run, I went downstream, then upstream and found what appeared to be good shad water. No action. But the water seemed to be good for it. Again, what do I know??!
Eventually I left and went to Watt. I'm not a big fan of this area. Okay riffles, but nothing that great imo. Maybe I just need to catch a big fish or two here and I'll change my mind. I walked upstream past the riffles and way downstream looking for shad water. I found it, it just wasn't very good for wading. Deep water with no where to stand.
I did see a boat with a few guys in it. They were catching something. I don't think they were shad though. Much too big. I'm thinking either large steelhead (this late?!) or more likely stripers. Another species of fish I haven't gone after. But now that I saw some of the fun they were having, I think I want to give it a try!! I'll need help with it though. Anyone care to show me the ropes? :)
Speaking of help. Are any of you shad fisherman and want to meet up? I could sure use some pointers on where to look and proper technique. In exchange, I can teach you whatever I know about fishing that you'd like to learn. Or I can simply bribe you with a beer or some flies.
My 14 hour day ended with a fizzle. I hoped for sizzle, but it never happened. Of all the people I talked with throughout the (more than 12 hour) day, only 1 had caught a shad. So, I wasn't alone. Misery loves company!
Apr 17, 2010
Yuba
Good thing I had my 12' spey rod with me! This is what I was thinking as I drove home from the Yuba on Thursday. Two of the biggest fish I caught on that day were a whopping 15 feet from where I was standing as I high sticked around some big boulders. A single hander would of been much more comfortable holding above my head.
This was a long one, I was on the water fishing by 6:30am, and fished until 8:30pm. I didn't even take a break to drive to another spot. This was a hard core 14 hours of fishing. The result? Three fish! Luckily, two of those fish were over 20 inches. Not many fish for so many hours, but after talking with at least half a dozen other anglers, I did pretty well. Only one of them caught anything.
The day started out peaceful, no one else was around and I had my favorite run above Hwy 20 to myself. I put in a good two hours covering a few hundred yards. I had what I thought was a bump. But, I'm not even sure that was a fish. Whatever the case, no fish to hand.
As the morning went on, and the sun came up and warmed the air, I noticed people started filing in. First it was a person here or there. And before you knew it, a group of 4 or 5 anglers would come in here, another group there. I didn't expect so many people on a Thursday.
I moved up stream and tried to cross the river. The flows were somewhere in the neighborhood of 1500. I got about half way across, the water was up to my chest, and I started feeling uncomfortable. My feet weren't staying planted, so I decided to turn back and head from where I came. I walked a couple hundred yards upstream to fish a riffle that I've caught a few in over the years.
Again, nothing. Pretty much the same story as I covered various spots that have been productive in the past. Around 3pm, I decided to head back to the car to load up on water and food. As I contemplated to whether I wanted to drive downstream, I decided to stay put and just fish below the bridge.
This area was not very conducive to using a spey rod. It was high stick territory without any space to get in the water and wade. You perch yourself on a boulder and flick out 15 feet of line. As I probed around I thought my fly got stuck on an underwater rock I was targeting. I lifted up to try and get my fly for another cast, but I felt resistance. Still, I thought it was the rock until I felt the slightest tug. I pulled harder and realized I had hooked a fish. Initially, I thought it was small, as I didn't feel much fight. But within a few seconds, she started tugging. She was a bit over 20 inches and was pretty strong. It took me a while to get her to my hand. As I admired how bright she was, I noticed sea lice attached to her. This fish had definitely come from the ocean recently.
After letting her go, I decided to move downstream as the other fish here were surely on high alert. I found a nice riffle where I could get in the water and cast out a good 60 feet and let her swing. Nothing happened here. In fact, all of my long distance swinging throughout the day proved to be pointless. Even as the day wore on and the fish started rising, I just didn't get any action.
After I walked downstream, pretty much as far as you can go on this side of the river, I decided to head back and cover previous spots. A few bites here and there. And plenty of fish were now coming to the surface. I just couldn't trick anyone. I didn't give up. Even casting line out until it was so dark I couldn't see the end of my rod tip. I caught one more fish. This twenty something was dark and looked like a trout. Although, it was hard to tell in the low light. Again, I caught her about 15 feet from where I was standing. As I high sticked around rocks that I knew were out there... ...somewhere (couldn't see them this late in the evening).
The weather was beautiful and the river was in good condition. While the fish were not in much of a biting mood, catching three fish (on top of the two 20+ inchers, I caught a small 12" fish early in the day) wasn't a horrible day.
This was a long one, I was on the water fishing by 6:30am, and fished until 8:30pm. I didn't even take a break to drive to another spot. This was a hard core 14 hours of fishing. The result? Three fish! Luckily, two of those fish were over 20 inches. Not many fish for so many hours, but after talking with at least half a dozen other anglers, I did pretty well. Only one of them caught anything.
The day started out peaceful, no one else was around and I had my favorite run above Hwy 20 to myself. I put in a good two hours covering a few hundred yards. I had what I thought was a bump. But, I'm not even sure that was a fish. Whatever the case, no fish to hand.
| Access | Hwy 20 | |
| Air Temp | Low 40, High 68 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~51 F / 4-6 feet | |
| Weather | Partly Cloudy/Sunny | |
| Flow | ~1490 cfs | |
| Time in/out | 6:30am, 8:30pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Scandi | |
| 10 foot int poly | All day | |
| 7 & 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Various sz10 Soft Hackles | 3 |
| Steelhead- big and small | 0 | |
As the morning went on, and the sun came up and warmed the air, I noticed people started filing in. First it was a person here or there. And before you knew it, a group of 4 or 5 anglers would come in here, another group there. I didn't expect so many people on a Thursday.
I moved up stream and tried to cross the river. The flows were somewhere in the neighborhood of 1500. I got about half way across, the water was up to my chest, and I started feeling uncomfortable. My feet weren't staying planted, so I decided to turn back and head from where I came. I walked a couple hundred yards upstream to fish a riffle that I've caught a few in over the years.
Fly wrap-up: All three fish were caught on sz 10 soft hackles. One of the fish caught on an adapted bead head prince nymph (longer hackles), the rest were just generic patterns. I tried a bunch ranging from sz16 nymphs, sz12 soft hackles, to larger steelhead flies. The sz10 seemed to get the most interest.
Again, nothing. Pretty much the same story as I covered various spots that have been productive in the past. Around 3pm, I decided to head back to the car to load up on water and food. As I contemplated to whether I wanted to drive downstream, I decided to stay put and just fish below the bridge.
This area was not very conducive to using a spey rod. It was high stick territory without any space to get in the water and wade. You perch yourself on a boulder and flick out 15 feet of line. As I probed around I thought my fly got stuck on an underwater rock I was targeting. I lifted up to try and get my fly for another cast, but I felt resistance. Still, I thought it was the rock until I felt the slightest tug. I pulled harder and realized I had hooked a fish. Initially, I thought it was small, as I didn't feel much fight. But within a few seconds, she started tugging. She was a bit over 20 inches and was pretty strong. It took me a while to get her to my hand. As I admired how bright she was, I noticed sea lice attached to her. This fish had definitely come from the ocean recently.
After letting her go, I decided to move downstream as the other fish here were surely on high alert. I found a nice riffle where I could get in the water and cast out a good 60 feet and let her swing. Nothing happened here. In fact, all of my long distance swinging throughout the day proved to be pointless. Even as the day wore on and the fish started rising, I just didn't get any action.
After I walked downstream, pretty much as far as you can go on this side of the river, I decided to head back and cover previous spots. A few bites here and there. And plenty of fish were now coming to the surface. I just couldn't trick anyone. I didn't give up. Even casting line out until it was so dark I couldn't see the end of my rod tip. I caught one more fish. This twenty something was dark and looked like a trout. Although, it was hard to tell in the low light. Again, I caught her about 15 feet from where I was standing. As I high sticked around rocks that I knew were out there... ...somewhere (couldn't see them this late in the evening).
The weather was beautiful and the river was in good condition. While the fish were not in much of a biting mood, catching three fish (on top of the two 20+ inchers, I caught a small 12" fish early in the day) wasn't a horrible day.
Apr 2, 2010
Feather River
It seems that every time I go fishing on the Feather, I spend more time driving than fishing. Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, but man, those roads in the Wildlife area are slow going.
I arrived about 2 miles downstream of the 162 bridge (in the Wildlife area) 30 minutes before sunrise. I scoped out this spot on the satellite maps, and since I hadn't been here before, there was bound to be a little risk associated with my first destination.
As it turns out, I had to walk downstream pretty far to reach any decent riffles. I don't know how long it took, but when you are anxious to get in the water, it feels like forever. I'd guess I walked a good 20-30 minutes. Missing an opportunity to fish just as the sun was rising.
I finally found some riffles. Nothing I could step and swing through. You more or less would position yourself at the top of some riffles dumping into a pool and angle casts off to one side or another. No down stream stepping possible. I wouldn't exactly call this ideal water for how I like to work. All of the negativity was erased about 20 minutes in when I caught my first fish.
She took the fly about 70 feet away from me as it was slowly swinging through. And when I say slowly, I mean slowly. It was creeping along. When it happened, I felt absolutely no tug. There was enough bow in the line that the hook set happened automatically with no input required on my part. Actually, I didn't even know it happened. A fish jumped about 2 feet up into the air. I remember thinking to myself, "is that fish attached to my line?" After all, she was about 30 feet away from where I had guessed my fly must of been. Before I could finish my thought, I felt pressure on the line. Oh yes!
Recently renamed to - the "Blue Widow Spider"
I started gathering my wits and reeling in. She was a bruiser. She peeled off about 20 feet of line and started tugging. I recovered some line and then she shot out of the air a second time. We had a tug of war match going on for a few minutes. I'd reel some line in, and she would take off. My rod tip was pulsing up and down as she went deep down thrashing about. I finally caught site of her a little bit later and she was good sized.
By the time she was in my hand several minutes later, I held her up to my rod to get a measurement. Close to 22". Not a huge fish, but she was thick. Very healthy. If she had been to the ocean, it was a while ago. She was very trouty looking. This was no half pounder. The fly she took was a sz10 generic green soft hackle with a grey wing. This fly has been good for trout in the past. Accidentally, I bent it later on in the morning and had to retire it. I'll be sure to tie up some more.
What a nice start to the day. I decided to give the pool a rest and walked downstream. The next run required some tricky river crossings. The run produced no grabs or bumps. Several hours later, I decided to stop by the same pool from earlier, where I caught that nice fish, before heading back to the car.
I really did not like fishing this spot. But, it is hard to resist when it actually produces. I tried for another 25-30 minutes with nothing to show for it. My 10 foot intermediate poly leader was toting about 7 feet of tippet. Two flies hung off. A small size 12 generic soft hackle, and the recently re-named "Blue Widow Spider" (because it is such a killer!!). This fly has been so effective in the past, it is hard to resist in clear water conditions.
After one of my swings, I started stripping the running line back for another cast. Somewhere as I was quickly pulling line, I felt pressure. This fish was smaller. I didn't feel as much deep pull. But what I did feel is a very strong/quick fish that wanted to do anything it could to rid itself of that hook. The Blue Widow strikes again! Even stripped through the water at ridiculous speeds, it will catch steelhead.
The most recent victim must of shot out of the water a good 5 times. As she started getting closer, I realized this was a true half pounder. She was very bright. Hadn't been in the river very long at all. After picking her up, I could practically see my reflection in her 15 inch profile. Even though she wasn't a big fish, she fought with incredibly power. I was very surprised to see how small she was. I can't imagine what it must be like to catch a fresh 30+ inch steelhead. I hope I can have the pleasure some day.
It was time to walk back to the car. I was hungry and ready for another access point. Unfortunately, I didn't realize at the time, I was about to spend the next hour and a half driving around. Reminds me of the last time I was at the Feather. Too much time driving on those rough roads.
I drove up to Bedrock park and decided that it wasn't worth the time. Went upstream to see what else we had. Nothing looked ideal. I'm sure there were fish in there. But I was hoping for a true step and swing piece of water. Either it was hiding from me, or didn't exist in this spot.
Drove back into the Wildlife preserve, right past where I was earlier. Another 4 miles on the crappy roads brought me to a spot where I caught the fish earlier. Unfortunately, there wasn't an easy way to cross the river to get to the best spot to swing a fly. So, I tried to find another access I remembered from the map. No go. Back to hwy 162 and then 70 south. Got off on Pacific Heights and found another entrance to the preserve. I've been here before and figured it was worth another try. Spent the next few hours with nothing to show for it. It was now afternoon and very sunny out. The fish were probably down deep. Not willing to move for a fly just under the surface.
After debating with myself on where to go next, I decided to leave and go further downstream, outside the low flow section to a spot I'd been before. It had some decent runs. Again, nothing really happened. I messed around until the sun started going down and the little fish started rising to a hatch.
I continued to swing this area and caught some small fish and received one very strong and deep tug. I'll never know how big it was, but it felt like a good sized fish. Well into the 20's.
By the time it was getting dark, I was ready to go home. I had been on the water for more than twelve hours (minus the driving from spot to spot). Previous to the drive that morning, I had only gotten a few hours sleep. I was plain exhausted after a long day of swinging flies.
While not a crazy day of catching fish, I managed to catch a few. Two of them were great battles and exciting moments. Thanks Feather!
I arrived about 2 miles downstream of the 162 bridge (in the Wildlife area) 30 minutes before sunrise. I scoped out this spot on the satellite maps, and since I hadn't been here before, there was bound to be a little risk associated with my first destination.
As it turns out, I had to walk downstream pretty far to reach any decent riffles. I don't know how long it took, but when you are anxious to get in the water, it feels like forever. I'd guess I walked a good 20-30 minutes. Missing an opportunity to fish just as the sun was rising.
I finally found some riffles. Nothing I could step and swing through. You more or less would position yourself at the top of some riffles dumping into a pool and angle casts off to one side or another. No down stream stepping possible. I wouldn't exactly call this ideal water for how I like to work. All of the negativity was erased about 20 minutes in when I caught my first fish.
| Access | Wildlife Preserve | |
| Air Temp | Low 40, High 61 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~57 F / 6+ feet | |
| Weather | Sunny/Partly Cloudy/td> | |
| Flow | Not sure | |
| Time in/out | 6am, 7:30pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Scandi | |
| 10ft Int Poly leader | All day | |
| 7 & 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Various Soft Hackles | 3 |
| Blue Widow Spider, sz 8 | 2 | |
| Various steelhead patterns | bumps/tugs | |
She took the fly about 70 feet away from me as it was slowly swinging through. And when I say slowly, I mean slowly. It was creeping along. When it happened, I felt absolutely no tug. There was enough bow in the line that the hook set happened automatically with no input required on my part. Actually, I didn't even know it happened. A fish jumped about 2 feet up into the air. I remember thinking to myself, "is that fish attached to my line?" After all, she was about 30 feet away from where I had guessed my fly must of been. Before I could finish my thought, I felt pressure on the line. Oh yes!
Recently renamed to - the "Blue Widow Spider"I started gathering my wits and reeling in. She was a bruiser. She peeled off about 20 feet of line and started tugging. I recovered some line and then she shot out of the air a second time. We had a tug of war match going on for a few minutes. I'd reel some line in, and she would take off. My rod tip was pulsing up and down as she went deep down thrashing about. I finally caught site of her a little bit later and she was good sized.
By the time she was in my hand several minutes later, I held her up to my rod to get a measurement. Close to 22". Not a huge fish, but she was thick. Very healthy. If she had been to the ocean, it was a while ago. She was very trouty looking. This was no half pounder. The fly she took was a sz10 generic green soft hackle with a grey wing. This fly has been good for trout in the past. Accidentally, I bent it later on in the morning and had to retire it. I'll be sure to tie up some more.
What a nice start to the day. I decided to give the pool a rest and walked downstream. The next run required some tricky river crossings. The run produced no grabs or bumps. Several hours later, I decided to stop by the same pool from earlier, where I caught that nice fish, before heading back to the car.
I really did not like fishing this spot. But, it is hard to resist when it actually produces. I tried for another 25-30 minutes with nothing to show for it. My 10 foot intermediate poly leader was toting about 7 feet of tippet. Two flies hung off. A small size 12 generic soft hackle, and the recently re-named "Blue Widow Spider" (because it is such a killer!!). This fly has been so effective in the past, it is hard to resist in clear water conditions.
After one of my swings, I started stripping the running line back for another cast. Somewhere as I was quickly pulling line, I felt pressure. This fish was smaller. I didn't feel as much deep pull. But what I did feel is a very strong/quick fish that wanted to do anything it could to rid itself of that hook. The Blue Widow strikes again! Even stripped through the water at ridiculous speeds, it will catch steelhead.
The most recent victim must of shot out of the water a good 5 times. As she started getting closer, I realized this was a true half pounder. She was very bright. Hadn't been in the river very long at all. After picking her up, I could practically see my reflection in her 15 inch profile. Even though she wasn't a big fish, she fought with incredibly power. I was very surprised to see how small she was. I can't imagine what it must be like to catch a fresh 30+ inch steelhead. I hope I can have the pleasure some day.
It was time to walk back to the car. I was hungry and ready for another access point. Unfortunately, I didn't realize at the time, I was about to spend the next hour and a half driving around. Reminds me of the last time I was at the Feather. Too much time driving on those rough roads.
I drove up to Bedrock park and decided that it wasn't worth the time. Went upstream to see what else we had. Nothing looked ideal. I'm sure there were fish in there. But I was hoping for a true step and swing piece of water. Either it was hiding from me, or didn't exist in this spot.
Drove back into the Wildlife preserve, right past where I was earlier. Another 4 miles on the crappy roads brought me to a spot where I caught the fish earlier. Unfortunately, there wasn't an easy way to cross the river to get to the best spot to swing a fly. So, I tried to find another access I remembered from the map. No go. Back to hwy 162 and then 70 south. Got off on Pacific Heights and found another entrance to the preserve. I've been here before and figured it was worth another try. Spent the next few hours with nothing to show for it. It was now afternoon and very sunny out. The fish were probably down deep. Not willing to move for a fly just under the surface.
After debating with myself on where to go next, I decided to leave and go further downstream, outside the low flow section to a spot I'd been before. It had some decent runs. Again, nothing really happened. I messed around until the sun started going down and the little fish started rising to a hatch.
I continued to swing this area and caught some small fish and received one very strong and deep tug. I'll never know how big it was, but it felt like a good sized fish. Well into the 20's.
By the time it was getting dark, I was ready to go home. I had been on the water for more than twelve hours (minus the driving from spot to spot). Previous to the drive that morning, I had only gotten a few hours sleep. I was plain exhausted after a long day of swinging flies.
While not a crazy day of catching fish, I managed to catch a few. Two of them were great battles and exciting moments. Thanks Feather!
Mar 31, 2010
Elk Hair Caddis - Animation
Those of you that know me personally, know that I work in the animation industry. You can imagine my surprise when I was checking out the work of another animator and saw what he had done. "Elk Hair Caddis" is a short film that is centered around fly fishing. Well, sort of anyway!
http://vimeo.com/9882509
The part where the frog gets, uhh. Impaled. It made me squirm. Only because that is my worst nightmare while fishing.
http://vimeo.com/9882509
The part where the frog gets, uhh. Impaled. It made me squirm. Only because that is my worst nightmare while fishing.
Mar 30, 2010
Warm up the vise!
After a survey of my trout fly box, I realized that I'm dangerously low on my best producing soft hackles and winged wets. This Thursday, I'll be targeting trout and half pounders, which means I'd like to have a variety of 'em at the ready.
I can't even remember the last time I tied a sz10 or smaller fly. This steelhead craze has had me tie bigger and bigger flies. Taking me further and further away from the flies that I became crazy about so many years ago.
Hopefully pictures will follow in the next few days.
I can't even remember the last time I tied a sz10 or smaller fly. This steelhead craze has had me tie bigger and bigger flies. Taking me further and further away from the flies that I became crazy about so many years ago.
Hopefully pictures will follow in the next few days.
Mar 29, 2010
Three weeks without
I can't believe I've gone three weeks without getting in the water. And really, I have no business fishing this week either. There are just too many other things I should be doing. However, I've decided to ignore my better judgment and spend a day on the river.
The weather calls for rain. Perhaps one of the last storms of the year. Hopefully that won't turn the fish off. That would be just my luck.
I'm split between the Yuba, American, and the Feather. I'm no longer looking for adult steelhead, but phasing into trout season (half pounders too). If anyone wants to share their opinion, please do. I'm all ears.
I can't wait to put on the compact scandi with a floating leader. Add a couple of small flies on the end and you've got to love the easy casting.
The weather calls for rain. Perhaps one of the last storms of the year. Hopefully that won't turn the fish off. That would be just my luck.
I'm split between the Yuba, American, and the Feather. I'm no longer looking for adult steelhead, but phasing into trout season (half pounders too). If anyone wants to share their opinion, please do. I'm all ears.
I can't wait to put on the compact scandi with a floating leader. Add a couple of small flies on the end and you've got to love the easy casting.
Mar 17, 2010
American Report
I've been a little busy lately and I'm just now getting around to a report from March 4th! This last weekend, I was heading to the mountains for a little skiing. While stuck on Hwy 80 waiting for the road to re-open after a heavy snowfall, I realized I never made the fish report from a couple of weeks ago on the American. Whoops!
This is going to be quick. I don't remember much from the day and details are cloudy at best.
On the water before sunrise on- Upper Sunrise. Water was clear and low. Air temp was in the 60's, if I'm not mistaken. I never took a water temp, but I'm guessing it was low 50's. Visibility was good, around 6 feet. Just an occasional showing of fish here and there, but other than that, it was eerily quiet. My conversations with other anglers revealed similar experiences.
A few hours on Sunrise, I moved down to El Manto with no results. I fished several riffles including a new one that I'll be sure to revisit in the future. Somehow, I missed it on all of my previous trips to this spot.
For the last part of the day, I went to Watt Ave and fished below the bridge. Again, nothing! This sunny day was almost a 180 from my previous two. No action whatsoever.
Upon reflection, with the sunny skies and clear water, I should of scaled down my flies and used more muted colors. I was so hung up on trying some of my big flies with heavy sinktips, I threw my better judgment out the window.
The good news is, I was able to enjoy the weather and have a relaxing time exploring some new and some familiar water.
This is going to be quick. I don't remember much from the day and details are cloudy at best.
On the water before sunrise on- Upper Sunrise. Water was clear and low. Air temp was in the 60's, if I'm not mistaken. I never took a water temp, but I'm guessing it was low 50's. Visibility was good, around 6 feet. Just an occasional showing of fish here and there, but other than that, it was eerily quiet. My conversations with other anglers revealed similar experiences.
A few hours on Sunrise, I moved down to El Manto with no results. I fished several riffles including a new one that I'll be sure to revisit in the future. Somehow, I missed it on all of my previous trips to this spot.
For the last part of the day, I went to Watt Ave and fished below the bridge. Again, nothing! This sunny day was almost a 180 from my previous two. No action whatsoever.
Upon reflection, with the sunny skies and clear water, I should of scaled down my flies and used more muted colors. I was so hung up on trying some of my big flies with heavy sinktips, I threw my better judgment out the window.
The good news is, I was able to enjoy the weather and have a relaxing time exploring some new and some familiar water.
Mar 3, 2010
Hitting the water tomorrow
Finding an opportunity to fish lately has been difficult. It has been more than two weeks since my last day out, and it probably won't be another two weeks before I go again. Luckily, I was able to work things so that tomorrow is doable.
I've decided to hit the American. My last few times on this river have been full of hookups and bumps, but no fish to hand. Hopefully that will change this time and I'll land a few. The adult steelhead season may be winding down, but the half pounders are gearing up. It has the potential for a good day.
If you will be fishing the American tomorrow, or can fish it. Send me an email. I'm going to be there half an hour before daylight and staying until dark. I've got my fishing route all mapped out and it will be a full day hitting a handful of nice runs.
On a side note, I just finished the 3rd generation of my Cotton Candy (still seeking a better name) fly. This one is bigger and uglier than the others. We'll see how it works.
I've decided to hit the American. My last few times on this river have been full of hookups and bumps, but no fish to hand. Hopefully that will change this time and I'll land a few. The adult steelhead season may be winding down, but the half pounders are gearing up. It has the potential for a good day.
If you will be fishing the American tomorrow, or can fish it. Send me an email. I'm going to be there half an hour before daylight and staying until dark. I've got my fishing route all mapped out and it will be a full day hitting a handful of nice runs.
On a side note, I just finished the 3rd generation of my Cotton Candy (still seeking a better name) fly. This one is bigger and uglier than the others. We'll see how it works.
Feb 24, 2010
Russian Report
A week ago Tuesday, I was able to get out to the Russian. Due to a sudden flu bug developed last week, I'm just now getting around to posting a report. Sorry for the delay. Being sick, sucks!
The Russian is one of those rivers that takes a while to clear. A decent rain will cause it to swell and a muddy mess is the result. Considering the downpours we've had this winter, I've been waiting a while for a chance to visit. Even though Tuesday's conditions were still muddy, with only a foot or two of visibility, the level was down enough for safe wading. That was as good as it may get. So I took the plunge.
I'm okay with swinging flies if there are a couple of feet of visibility. Just tie something larger and brighter on and the fish will see it if they are in the neighborhood. Lucky for me, my most recent fly design is bright and colorful. And at a little more than 2 inches in length, it is decent sized as well.
I arrived at the Dry Creek access well before sunrise. There was only one car there ahead of me. And considering the popularity of this spot, that is saying something. I wandered down to the water and stepped in. Within 5 minutes, I had caught my first fish. It was about 16 inches long and bright. He was sitting in a slow section, just out of the current. He grabbed the fly just before the dangle.
I was getting bumps and plucks on almost every cast. Several short lived hookups as well. None of the ones caught were that big. Probably juveniles or half pounders. Twelve to sixteen inches seemed to be the range.
I moved up and down this section for a bit before the crowds started rolling in. Anyone familiar with this area knows that it gets filled up with guys flinging gear or bait. I get the impression they don't take kindly to people with fly rods. They certainly don't respect anyone stepping down a river swinging a fly. They have no problem moving in right below you. Frustrating. So I moved upstream out of this rats nest of knuckle heads.
I continued to get bumped and catch another fish or two. I may of gotten one decent sized grab, but he never latched on. I stepped downstream until another gear guy moved in right below me. Enough is enough. I decided to leave for a less popular spot.
My next stop was about 15 miles up highway 101 to Cloverdale. Just off Crocker Rd there is a long gravel bar with some decent water if you look in the right places. Nothing great, but something I had visited on a previous trip and felt worthy of another try. Unfortunately, the water seemed even more cloudy here. There might of been a foot of visibility!
I walked upstream quite a ways until I found a decent spot. By now, the wind was blowing and it made casting an interesting experience. I wasn't only backed up against the trees, I was actually underneath them. Branches were well within striking distance of my rod tip. Stepping further out into the stream was risky. I couldn't see the bottom and the flow was a little fast for comfort. So, I played it safe and made more of a side arm cast. I couldn't hit the other side of the river in this manner, but I got it out there enough to find fish.
It started out slow, but the bumps picked up. On a previous post, I wrote about testing my new "cotton candy" fly. This is where it happened. I won't rehash what has already been said, so if you are interested, please take a look.
After catching several fish, I moved back downstream closer to where I was parked. After crossing river, I started casting and stepping only to be interrupted by a group of 3 bait chuckers. You know what happened, they moved in right below me. This was my cue to leave.
I drove up Geysers Rd until it it met up with 101. Parked my car and walked into the canyon. The fishing sucked here. However, I continued to abuse myself by walking downstream through thick thorn bushes and traversing steep dirt slopes. No bites or bumps in this entire section. So, I decided to cut my losses and exit the canyon. I practically needed rock climbing gear to get out. But once I did, I could easily walk back Geysers Rd to my car. Considering the rough terrain, I was amazed at how far downriver I had gone. It must of been a good mile. During that lonely walk back, all I could think about was the waste of time I just spent here.
At this point, I was contemplating calling it a day. I had caught a good amount of fish and I was beat. However, on the drive back down Geysers, I decided to park my car back at Crocker Rd and fish it again.
Finding a new spot, the water looked much more fishy than what I had visited earlier. I went straight for a tailout as the daylight was fading. Within ten minutes, I was back to getting bumps and plucks. Several hookups and a few fish to hand. All of them were in the 12-15 inch range. I got one solid grab when the fly was dangling downstream. I wasn't prepared and missed him. That might of been the biggest fish of the day. I tried several more casts to get him back, but it never happened.
It was a long 12 hour day of fishing. For my troubles, I caught at least 12 fish and had many more hookups. No adults, but one or two broke the 16 inch mark. Not bad.
I have mixed feelings about this river. Given the right conditions and some space from the crowds, it ain't a bad place to go. But, the frustration level can be high if you don't find solitude.
The Russian is one of those rivers that takes a while to clear. A decent rain will cause it to swell and a muddy mess is the result. Considering the downpours we've had this winter, I've been waiting a while for a chance to visit. Even though Tuesday's conditions were still muddy, with only a foot or two of visibility, the level was down enough for safe wading. That was as good as it may get. So I took the plunge.
| Access | Above/Below Healdsburg | |
| Air Temp | Low 52, High 70 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~? F / 1-2 feet | |
| Weather | Sunny | |
| Flow | ~1200 cfs | |
| Time in/out | 6:30am, 6pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Skagit | |
| 10ft of T10 | All day | |
| 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Various steelhead flies | 0 |
| 3” steelhead trailer | 12 fish | |
I'm okay with swinging flies if there are a couple of feet of visibility. Just tie something larger and brighter on and the fish will see it if they are in the neighborhood. Lucky for me, my most recent fly design is bright and colorful. And at a little more than 2 inches in length, it is decent sized as well.
I arrived at the Dry Creek access well before sunrise. There was only one car there ahead of me. And considering the popularity of this spot, that is saying something. I wandered down to the water and stepped in. Within 5 minutes, I had caught my first fish. It was about 16 inches long and bright. He was sitting in a slow section, just out of the current. He grabbed the fly just before the dangle.
I was getting bumps and plucks on almost every cast. Several short lived hookups as well. None of the ones caught were that big. Probably juveniles or half pounders. Twelve to sixteen inches seemed to be the range.
I moved up and down this section for a bit before the crowds started rolling in. Anyone familiar with this area knows that it gets filled up with guys flinging gear or bait. I get the impression they don't take kindly to people with fly rods. They certainly don't respect anyone stepping down a river swinging a fly. They have no problem moving in right below you. Frustrating. So I moved upstream out of this rats nest of knuckle heads.
I continued to get bumped and catch another fish or two. I may of gotten one decent sized grab, but he never latched on. I stepped downstream until another gear guy moved in right below me. Enough is enough. I decided to leave for a less popular spot.
My next stop was about 15 miles up highway 101 to Cloverdale. Just off Crocker Rd there is a long gravel bar with some decent water if you look in the right places. Nothing great, but something I had visited on a previous trip and felt worthy of another try. Unfortunately, the water seemed even more cloudy here. There might of been a foot of visibility!
I walked upstream quite a ways until I found a decent spot. By now, the wind was blowing and it made casting an interesting experience. I wasn't only backed up against the trees, I was actually underneath them. Branches were well within striking distance of my rod tip. Stepping further out into the stream was risky. I couldn't see the bottom and the flow was a little fast for comfort. So, I played it safe and made more of a side arm cast. I couldn't hit the other side of the river in this manner, but I got it out there enough to find fish.
It started out slow, but the bumps picked up. On a previous post, I wrote about testing my new "cotton candy" fly. This is where it happened. I won't rehash what has already been said, so if you are interested, please take a look.
After catching several fish, I moved back downstream closer to where I was parked. After crossing river, I started casting and stepping only to be interrupted by a group of 3 bait chuckers. You know what happened, they moved in right below me. This was my cue to leave.
I drove up Geysers Rd until it it met up with 101. Parked my car and walked into the canyon. The fishing sucked here. However, I continued to abuse myself by walking downstream through thick thorn bushes and traversing steep dirt slopes. No bites or bumps in this entire section. So, I decided to cut my losses and exit the canyon. I practically needed rock climbing gear to get out. But once I did, I could easily walk back Geysers Rd to my car. Considering the rough terrain, I was amazed at how far downriver I had gone. It must of been a good mile. During that lonely walk back, all I could think about was the waste of time I just spent here.
At this point, I was contemplating calling it a day. I had caught a good amount of fish and I was beat. However, on the drive back down Geysers, I decided to park my car back at Crocker Rd and fish it again.
Finding a new spot, the water looked much more fishy than what I had visited earlier. I went straight for a tailout as the daylight was fading. Within ten minutes, I was back to getting bumps and plucks. Several hookups and a few fish to hand. All of them were in the 12-15 inch range. I got one solid grab when the fly was dangling downstream. I wasn't prepared and missed him. That might of been the biggest fish of the day. I tried several more casts to get him back, but it never happened.
It was a long 12 hour day of fishing. For my troubles, I caught at least 12 fish and had many more hookups. No adults, but one or two broke the 16 inch mark. Not bad.
I have mixed feelings about this river. Given the right conditions and some space from the crowds, it ain't a bad place to go. But, the frustration level can be high if you don't find solitude.
Feb 17, 2010
Code name: Cotton Candy
I've been working on a new fly that I've referred to as "cotton candy". I'm terrible at giving my flies names, but this thing really does remind me of that tasty treat that melts in your mouth. I'd like to think that the steelhead think it looks delicious too!
The fly has gone through a few iterations. The current fly, I'm calling the 2nd generation, has a trailer hook and a bead hidden within the translucent body. Unlike generation #1, it has a very long collar that sweeps over the whole body. Almost like an Intruder. The best part, it puffs when in slow to moderate water. The fibers pulse in and out as it bumps through the current. I'm almost tempted to take a bite myself.
I won't pretend that there is a magic bullet when it comes to steelhead flies. However, this fly does give me an unreal amount of confidence. The large fish I hooked on the American a few weeks back were on the first generation of the fly. And after my trip to the Russian yesterday, the second generation may even be more seductive.
I was getting so many bumps and plucks on almost every swing in one particular piece of water, I decided to perform a test. I tied on a variety of other steelhead flies. Some tied by me, and some I obtained from a steelhead swap. Perhaps it was coincidence, but none of the other flies got any attention. Not even a pluck. (I did give each a fair amount of time.) As soon as I put 2nd generation Cotton Candy back on, the grabs continued. Magic!
Granted, this test was conducted on juvenile steelhead (12-16" in length). I don't think I could of performed it on adults, since they are so few and far between. But, I'd like to think that they have the same mindset.
As I begin on the third generation of the fly, I'll let you know what the results are.
p.s. I'll be posting my Russian River Report in the next day or so. Just to give you something to look forward to. I caught more than 12 fish. A great day in murky water with under two feet of visibility!
The fly has gone through a few iterations. The current fly, I'm calling the 2nd generation, has a trailer hook and a bead hidden within the translucent body. Unlike generation #1, it has a very long collar that sweeps over the whole body. Almost like an Intruder. The best part, it puffs when in slow to moderate water. The fibers pulse in and out as it bumps through the current. I'm almost tempted to take a bite myself.
I won't pretend that there is a magic bullet when it comes to steelhead flies. However, this fly does give me an unreal amount of confidence. The large fish I hooked on the American a few weeks back were on the first generation of the fly. And after my trip to the Russian yesterday, the second generation may even be more seductive.
I was getting so many bumps and plucks on almost every swing in one particular piece of water, I decided to perform a test. I tied on a variety of other steelhead flies. Some tied by me, and some I obtained from a steelhead swap. Perhaps it was coincidence, but none of the other flies got any attention. Not even a pluck. (I did give each a fair amount of time.) As soon as I put 2nd generation Cotton Candy back on, the grabs continued. Magic!
Granted, this test was conducted on juvenile steelhead (12-16" in length). I don't think I could of performed it on adults, since they are so few and far between. But, I'd like to think that they have the same mindset.
As I begin on the third generation of the fly, I'll let you know what the results are.
p.s. I'll be posting my Russian River Report in the next day or so. Just to give you something to look forward to. I caught more than 12 fish. A great day in murky water with under two feet of visibility!
The secret revealed
There seems to be no reason to keep quiet about what river my "Mums the Word" posts took place on. It is a large river that can support a lot of people. And since, many people are asking, I'll just come out and say it. The American.
What I won't say is where. I'd rather not see that section crowded- if and when I decide to go back.
For those claiming that the fishing on this river, this winter, sucks. Well, maybe it does compared to previous years (I wouldn't know). However, I'd say that, for me, it has been pretty darn productive this winter. While I'd rather land a fish, hooking up (and a bunch of bumps) with several large fish over a period of a couple fishing days is pretty good in my book. (I might also add that the two that joined me were either hooking up or getting bumped a good portion of the day too.)
What I won't say is where. I'd rather not see that section crowded- if and when I decide to go back.
For those claiming that the fishing on this river, this winter, sucks. Well, maybe it does compared to previous years (I wouldn't know). However, I'd say that, for me, it has been pretty darn productive this winter. While I'd rather land a fish, hooking up (and a bunch of bumps) with several large fish over a period of a couple fishing days is pretty good in my book. (I might also add that the two that joined me were either hooking up or getting bumped a good portion of the day too.)
Feb 15, 2010
Knots
I'm off for a day of fishing tomorrow. Hopefully it will go well and I'll have something nice to report back. In the mean time...
I mentioned on one of my recent posts about the trouble I've been having with 12lb fluorocarbon busting on me when hooking large adult steelhead. To try and correct whatever has been the problem, I did a bunch of tests with Maxima Ultragreen, fluorocarbon, and a couple of no name mono brands. All of the 12lb varieties pretty much acted the same. They were strong on slow steady pulls, but bust equally with quick jerk tests.
I did however come to some conclusions. First and foremost. I will never use perfection loops again when going after big fish. They break very easily with a strong jerk. Secondly, a knot that I use for trout is not good enough for steelhead. And that would be the Davey knot. It is so easy to tie, and the strength is incredible with steady pulls. But jerk tests performed badly using both FC and mono.
With what I now know, I've retied every loop on all of my sinktips. Instead of perfection loops, I now have non-slip loop knots. I'll also now be tying all my flies on with the same.
The days I fish strictly for trout, I can probably go back to the easy to tie Davey knot. But for steelhead, it isn't worth the risk. The fish are so few and far between, it is not fun to lose one because I was unwilling to spend an extra 30 seconds tying a better performing knot on (again, the Davey knot is great with a steady pull, but break pretty easily with a decent jerk).
I mentioned on one of my recent posts about the trouble I've been having with 12lb fluorocarbon busting on me when hooking large adult steelhead. To try and correct whatever has been the problem, I did a bunch of tests with Maxima Ultragreen, fluorocarbon, and a couple of no name mono brands. All of the 12lb varieties pretty much acted the same. They were strong on slow steady pulls, but bust equally with quick jerk tests.
I did however come to some conclusions. First and foremost. I will never use perfection loops again when going after big fish. They break very easily with a strong jerk. Secondly, a knot that I use for trout is not good enough for steelhead. And that would be the Davey knot. It is so easy to tie, and the strength is incredible with steady pulls. But jerk tests performed badly using both FC and mono.
With what I now know, I've retied every loop on all of my sinktips. Instead of perfection loops, I now have non-slip loop knots. I'll also now be tying all my flies on with the same.
The days I fish strictly for trout, I can probably go back to the easy to tie Davey knot. But for steelhead, it isn't worth the risk. The fish are so few and far between, it is not fun to lose one because I was unwilling to spend an extra 30 seconds tying a better performing knot on (again, the Davey knot is great with a steady pull, but break pretty easily with a decent jerk).
Feb 6, 2010
Coming soon...
I've been a little busy in my non-fishing world to post to the blog. Hopefully that will change shortly.
Some of the things you can expect are new fly photos. Including a fly I've been working on and fine tuning for a while now. It has been really productive for me on trout and half pounders. I have another fly that is bigger and meaner looking, this has been getting some nice grabs from adults.
I'm also putting together a writeup about Steve Godshall and his fly lines. For those of you not familiar with Steve, he has been developing various spey lines for years. He knows his business and has some interesting ideas.
Some of the things you can expect are new fly photos. Including a fly I've been working on and fine tuning for a while now. It has been really productive for me on trout and half pounders. I have another fly that is bigger and meaner looking, this has been getting some nice grabs from adults.
I'm also putting together a writeup about Steve Godshall and his fly lines. For those of you not familiar with Steve, he has been developing various spey lines for years. He knows his business and has some interesting ideas.
Jan 28, 2010
Mums the Word, Part 2
This past Monday, I went back to the "secret" steelhead spot. Of course it isn't really a secret, I just don't want the thousands of people who read this blog every day to turn the place into a zoo. Okay, maybe there are slightly less than a thousand people who come here. Umm. Maybe much fewer than. Whatever! You know what I'm sayin! :)
This time around, I was joined by Ted and Mark. It was nice to have company for a change.
Arriving before sunup, I put on my gear while in the car as it was raining pretty hard out. By the time I finished up, it had slowed to a drizzle. I walked to the river and got right in to the spot from last week. Ted and Mark were a little ways behind, so I figured I'd go ahead and catch that huge steelhead before they show up. ...That didn't pan out.
Ted and Mark came to the water and spread out above me. After a mostly dry morning, the rain came and went. But no where near the downpour that I experienced last week. Unfortunately, the bite was, like the rain, hit or miss. However, I'd have to classify this as a more productive steelhead day than most. Considering most are pretty darn quiet.
All three of us had bumps. Personally, I hooked up with another good sized fish that broke me off after a few seconds of brutal thrashing. The fish was sitting in the riffles below a tailout. Again, I was using my newest fly creation that was so successful the week before.
For those keeping score, that would be two (fishing) days in a row where I've hooked a good sized adult to only have the 12lb tippet busted. This is causing me to reevaluate whether fluorocarbon is indeed the best way to go. I'm getting a lot of mixed opinions from others. So, sometime this week, I'm going to do some tests to see if I can figure out how best to proceed.
I can't help to wonder what could of been. It would be stupid to continue with the status quo. I've got to figure out what the problem is. I'll report back with my findings.
The rest of the day consisted of a few bumps, but nothing more. Mark took off in late morning and eventually Ted and I moved upriver. This new spot looked fishy enough, but neither of us got so much as a nibble. As it was getting dark, I decided to try and find Ted to head back to the cars.
Thanks Ted and Mark for joining me. It was great to have others around.
This time around, I was joined by Ted and Mark. It was nice to have company for a change.
Arriving before sunup, I put on my gear while in the car as it was raining pretty hard out. By the time I finished up, it had slowed to a drizzle. I walked to the river and got right in to the spot from last week. Ted and Mark were a little ways behind, so I figured I'd go ahead and catch that huge steelhead before they show up. ...That didn't pan out.
Ted and Mark came to the water and spread out above me. After a mostly dry morning, the rain came and went. But no where near the downpour that I experienced last week. Unfortunately, the bite was, like the rain, hit or miss. However, I'd have to classify this as a more productive steelhead day than most. Considering most are pretty darn quiet.
All three of us had bumps. Personally, I hooked up with another good sized fish that broke me off after a few seconds of brutal thrashing. The fish was sitting in the riffles below a tailout. Again, I was using my newest fly creation that was so successful the week before.
For those keeping score, that would be two (fishing) days in a row where I've hooked a good sized adult to only have the 12lb tippet busted. This is causing me to reevaluate whether fluorocarbon is indeed the best way to go. I'm getting a lot of mixed opinions from others. So, sometime this week, I'm going to do some tests to see if I can figure out how best to proceed.
I can't help to wonder what could of been. It would be stupid to continue with the status quo. I've got to figure out what the problem is. I'll report back with my findings.
The rest of the day consisted of a few bumps, but nothing more. Mark took off in late morning and eventually Ted and I moved upriver. This new spot looked fishy enough, but neither of us got so much as a nibble. As it was getting dark, I decided to try and find Ted to head back to the cars.
Thanks Ted and Mark for joining me. It was great to have others around.
Jan 22, 2010
Mums the Word
The rain and wind has been intense. Originally, the plan was to go fishing on Tuesday. However, since the forecast was for 35-40mph gusts, it was probably best to leave it alone. Thursday rolled around and while it was supposed to rain, the wind was to be light. I decided to put on the rain jacket and head out. Where did I go? Well, for once, I'm not going to say for reasons that may become obvious.
Arriving to location #1 at sun-up. There was no rain or wind. I sauntered down to the water and perched myself on a rock. I stayed here for about an hour trying various flies. Water visibility was approximately 3 feet. Nothing. Not even a hint of a fish was present. I did get a chance to try out some newly tied intruders. They looked great in the water.
I hopped in my car and headed upstream to location #2. Found my parking spot and made it to the water. Started casting with no sign of any fish. I was disappointed, by not surprised. Up until this point, my confidence in this area was slim at best. That was about to change.
As I was walking upstream alongside some very fast water. Not exactly the place I'd expect steelhead to hold. A large fish jumped clear out of the water. Someone is home! I made short 10' casts with various flies with no results. At least I knew they were around.
Went downstream to some water that was running a little slow. I sent out a new fly design of mine to see what it would drum up. As I'm hoping for something to happen, I noticed a large fish jumping multiple times out of the pool. This was the second large steelhead I've seen to this point. More confidence. These guys were very active today. This guy in particular came completely out of the water 4 to 6 times in about a four second period of time. What was he doing? I'm not sure. But, I did get a good look at him. He was big!
I couldn't reach him with my casts, so I continued stepping downstream. Not long after, I got a good sized bump. After backing up and trying again. Nothing. Switched flies and stepped through. Nothing. Backed up again with the original fly. Bumped again! Kept trying in that same spot with no results. Time to move on.
After more stepping. Another bump! These fish were very aggressive today. If only I could get one to hold on.
Five or ten minutes later, after several more bumps, I felt this slight pressure on my rod. I set the hook and then there was a tremendous yank as the fish realized what had happened. The line went tight and the rod started throbbing violently. It was the biggest fish I've felt in a very long time, if not ever.
Then it happened, the fish jumped out of the water 3 or 4 times in about 2 seconds time. He was pissed! Even more impressive was his size. I'm guessing he was 35" and very thick. On one of his jumps, something went wrong. The line went limp and after reeling it in, realized he broke my 12lb tippet. Not at a knot mind you, just a clean break about a foot down from the T10 sink tip.
I was both disappointed and excited at the same time. I lost an incredibly large fish by my standards. However, at the same time, I had the pleasure of hooking an incredibly large fish. It was great while it lasted.
Too bad he stole my new fly that was working so well. Of course, I only had one and had to compromise with something similar. I got a few more good bumps with other flies, but nothing was as impressive as the one probably still attached to Mr. Steelhead.
Throughout the day, I had hooked, but not landed, around 5 fish. Most of them felt pretty large, as far as I could tell, only one of them was a half pounder.
Near the end, as I was standing in thigh deep water, I saw a flash out the corner of my eye. Either my friend was back, saying goodbye, or one of his brothers made an appearance. The fish surfaced two or three times within 5 feet of my legs. He was either chasing something or playing. Whatever the case, the fish in this pool were active, and obviously fear less of this wading fisherman.
Weather wise, the wind was quiet. The rain stayed away until around 2pm, where it was steady until Sunset. I'll be back! Possibly as early as Monday.
| Access | Undisclosed | |
| Air Temp | Low 43, High 52 | |
| Water Temp/Visibility | ~? F / 3 feet | |
| Weather | Cloudy / Rain | |
| Flow | ~? cfs | |
| Time in/out | 6:45am, 5:30pm | |
| Leaders/Lines | Compact Skagit/Scandi | |
| 11ft of T10 | Morning | |
| 7.0 ips Poly | Mid Afternoon | |
| 12 lb FC tippet | ||
| Flies | Generic Steelhead | 0 |
| Various intruders | 0 | |
| Top Secret Steelhead | 0 | |
Arriving to location #1 at sun-up. There was no rain or wind. I sauntered down to the water and perched myself on a rock. I stayed here for about an hour trying various flies. Water visibility was approximately 3 feet. Nothing. Not even a hint of a fish was present. I did get a chance to try out some newly tied intruders. They looked great in the water.
I hopped in my car and headed upstream to location #2. Found my parking spot and made it to the water. Started casting with no sign of any fish. I was disappointed, by not surprised. Up until this point, my confidence in this area was slim at best. That was about to change.
As I was walking upstream alongside some very fast water. Not exactly the place I'd expect steelhead to hold. A large fish jumped clear out of the water. Someone is home! I made short 10' casts with various flies with no results. At least I knew they were around.
Went downstream to some water that was running a little slow. I sent out a new fly design of mine to see what it would drum up. As I'm hoping for something to happen, I noticed a large fish jumping multiple times out of the pool. This was the second large steelhead I've seen to this point. More confidence. These guys were very active today. This guy in particular came completely out of the water 4 to 6 times in about a four second period of time. What was he doing? I'm not sure. But, I did get a good look at him. He was big!
I couldn't reach him with my casts, so I continued stepping downstream. Not long after, I got a good sized bump. After backing up and trying again. Nothing. Switched flies and stepped through. Nothing. Backed up again with the original fly. Bumped again! Kept trying in that same spot with no results. Time to move on.
After more stepping. Another bump! These fish were very aggressive today. If only I could get one to hold on.
Five or ten minutes later, after several more bumps, I felt this slight pressure on my rod. I set the hook and then there was a tremendous yank as the fish realized what had happened. The line went tight and the rod started throbbing violently. It was the biggest fish I've felt in a very long time, if not ever.
Then it happened, the fish jumped out of the water 3 or 4 times in about 2 seconds time. He was pissed! Even more impressive was his size. I'm guessing he was 35" and very thick. On one of his jumps, something went wrong. The line went limp and after reeling it in, realized he broke my 12lb tippet. Not at a knot mind you, just a clean break about a foot down from the T10 sink tip.
I was both disappointed and excited at the same time. I lost an incredibly large fish by my standards. However, at the same time, I had the pleasure of hooking an incredibly large fish. It was great while it lasted.
Too bad he stole my new fly that was working so well. Of course, I only had one and had to compromise with something similar. I got a few more good bumps with other flies, but nothing was as impressive as the one probably still attached to Mr. Steelhead.
Throughout the day, I had hooked, but not landed, around 5 fish. Most of them felt pretty large, as far as I could tell, only one of them was a half pounder.
Near the end, as I was standing in thigh deep water, I saw a flash out the corner of my eye. Either my friend was back, saying goodbye, or one of his brothers made an appearance. The fish surfaced two or three times within 5 feet of my legs. He was either chasing something or playing. Whatever the case, the fish in this pool were active, and obviously fear less of this wading fisherman.
Weather wise, the wind was quiet. The rain stayed away until around 2pm, where it was steady until Sunset. I'll be back! Possibly as early as Monday.
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