For my birthday last week, my wife got me a river guide to fishing Oregon. I haven't had a chance to really study it. I can tell you that it will be helpful to someone like me, who has just recently transplanted to the Oregon area.
Okay, I'm still not quite moved yet. In five days from now, the truck will be loaded and we will be making the trip. I'll fly back to California a couple of days after that to clean up the house for the new owners and drive my car north. After a few more days of unpacking the most important items, I'm going to plead for my wife to let me go fishing. If you ask me, I deserve it after all of this packing.
Can't believe we are almost done with all of this. The move has been in the making for more than a year now. The time has almost arrived. I'm excited to be in a new house. I'm also excited that I'll have a designated fly-tying area set aside. I can go there and crank out a fly without having to clean up each time or worry about one of the cats getting themselves into trouble.
I'm already trying to figure out when and where I'll go fishing first. I'll probably turn to my new book for help. I've had a couple of offers from people that live in the area to go fishing. I'll probably be taking them up on it. There is no better way to learn the water than from someone else. If any Washington or Oregon readers happen to see this and want to hook up... I promise, I'm a nice guy and will keep locations to myself.
I know this blog has been a complete drag. Let's hope it starts to get exciting shortly!
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 11, 2011
Two week countdown
Hard to believe we are so close to moving out of California and into steelhead country. A seriously long process that is almost over. A friend threw us a going away party and it sunk in that we won't be here much longer. This is really happening! Yikes.
Packing has been a major pain in the butt. Anyone that has ever moved knows what I'm talking about. I just want these two weeks to go by as fast as possible.
On the fishing front, I've made arrangements to have my waders repaired. In fact, they are going to send me a brand new pair of their latest model. How sweet is that? I may actually be dry over a whole day of fishing.
I'm already thinking about where I want to fish first after getting unpacked. Lots of rivers in the area are starting to pull into shape with summer runs moving in. The North Umpqua is really high right now, so that may not be the best choice. But, in the Portland area, you have the Sandy, Hood, Clackamas, and Deschuttes looking good. Frankly, I'm overwhelmed by the choices within an hour of our new home.
A good resource for fishing conditions is here. I'll be watching it closely.
Okay, enough typing. Back to packing.
Packing has been a major pain in the butt. Anyone that has ever moved knows what I'm talking about. I just want these two weeks to go by as fast as possible.
On the fishing front, I've made arrangements to have my waders repaired. In fact, they are going to send me a brand new pair of their latest model. How sweet is that? I may actually be dry over a whole day of fishing.
I'm already thinking about where I want to fish first after getting unpacked. Lots of rivers in the area are starting to pull into shape with summer runs moving in. The North Umpqua is really high right now, so that may not be the best choice. But, in the Portland area, you have the Sandy, Hood, Clackamas, and Deschuttes looking good. Frankly, I'm overwhelmed by the choices within an hour of our new home.
A good resource for fishing conditions is here. I'll be watching it closely.
Okay, enough typing. Back to packing.
Jun 30, 2011
Went fishing!!
Can you believe it?! It has been months and months and.. Well, it has been too long. I'm happy to say I got a couple days of fishing in.
I was up in Washington/Oregon looking for a place to live. Now that we sold our place down here in California, we needed somewhere to put our junk. This was not a pleasant process. Let me tell you. Finding a rental was harder than selling our house. What was supposed to be a quick weekend getaway ended up being 12 days of living in hotels and even in the back of my car. Not much fun. Well, except for the fishing.
Somewhere in there, while waiting for our credit check to go through, I decided to head to the Deschutes and give her a try. While it isn't quite prime time for steelhead, I figured a day on the water would be good for me.
The Deschuttes is a couple/few hours from Portland. The drive was nothing compared to what I'm used to around here in California. Sputtering along the Columbia river, Hwy 84 takes you all the way to the Deschuttes Recreation Area. It was an easy drive through some truly beautiful scenery. What starts out as lush green forests, turns to desert conditions by the time you hit the D. Temps on the drive were comfortable 70's and 80's. However, while approaching my destination, the temp started rising well over 90 and close to 100. Quite a change in climates. What was green, was now brown and dry. A different kind of beauty.
I arrived late in the afternoon. After quickly putting on my gear and walking down a trail along the river, I jumped in at the head of a nice run. I wasn't more than a half mile of my car. Feeling a little tired, I didn't want to go very far this late in the day.
The area reminds me of the Yuba, but with more vegetation. The river itself is much wider and a little more impressive than the Yuba. Also missing is the occasional dynamite going off in a nearby quarry. Instead, a train would pass here and there. Blowing horns or clanking of metal wheels were the only noises besides the water and wind. No other fisherman were around. I saw no one. Other than the occasional jet boat going upriver, I had the place to myself. --People on water craft are not allowed to fish in the first two miles from the Columbia up stream.--
Soon after getting in the water, I noticed my foot getting cold. Arghh! I somehow developed a leak in my waders!! How is that even possible? I haven't fished in months. I tried to ignore it, but it was so bad, I had to take off my waders at one point and dump the water out. Thank goodness the air temp was high and the cold water actually felt good.
There were trout jumping around and if I dug out my smaller soft hackles, I probably could of caught some of them. But, I was here for steelhead. Whether they were around or not was the question. I was using a floating line and a 15 foot floating poly leader. My flies were mostly unweighted and I fished just below the surface.
Other than catching a couple of small trout, I didn't get any action on this first day. I know there were steelhead in the water. When entering at one location, a fish gently swam away from underneath where I was about to step. With the high water, the fish seemed to be hugging the banks. This one was pretty big and bright. Never saw him again. But, it did give me motivation to concentrate on my presentations.
The end of the day came quickly. I went back to the car and changed into something dry. Found a place to pullover and just slept in the back of the car. I was so tired that the morning came quickly.
The next day was much like the first. Wet feet and only trout on the end of my line. I did get one good tug. But the fish was off in less than 2 seconds and I never saw it. Felt like a good size one. Ahh well. Maybe next time. Like day one, I saw a few fish from shore. They looked to be in the mid 20's in length. They were positioned perfectly behind some trees that made casting to them difficult. I tried, but couldn't get any interest.
On the second day, I was a little more adventurous. Walking a couple of miles upriver to find more water that looked almost identical to what was near my car. Granted, there were a few more spots of pocket water that surely held some fish. If the river wasn't so high, these probably would have been even more inviting spots to pick from. For the most part, and from this experience, the river seems like one of those-- cast absolutely as far as you can and let it swing. Of course in lower flows, it could be totally different.
The wind really started whipping in the afternoon on day two. This isn't anything unusual from what I've heard. But, it still was difficult to cast into. It literally shifted on every cast and you had to constantly adjust which shoulder you used. Fingers crossed it didn't change just as you were about to launch the fly.
Although I didn't catch anything more than a 15" trout, it was a good time. I got to do some exploring and I know what to expect next time. I can hardly wait to get up there again. One more month and it will be a short drive away.
While in the area, I scouted several rivers. The Hood River, Lewis, Clackamas, Kalama, and the Washougal. More about those in another post.
I was up in Washington/Oregon looking for a place to live. Now that we sold our place down here in California, we needed somewhere to put our junk. This was not a pleasant process. Let me tell you. Finding a rental was harder than selling our house. What was supposed to be a quick weekend getaway ended up being 12 days of living in hotels and even in the back of my car. Not much fun. Well, except for the fishing.
Somewhere in there, while waiting for our credit check to go through, I decided to head to the Deschutes and give her a try. While it isn't quite prime time for steelhead, I figured a day on the water would be good for me.
The Deschuttes is a couple/few hours from Portland. The drive was nothing compared to what I'm used to around here in California. Sputtering along the Columbia river, Hwy 84 takes you all the way to the Deschuttes Recreation Area. It was an easy drive through some truly beautiful scenery. What starts out as lush green forests, turns to desert conditions by the time you hit the D. Temps on the drive were comfortable 70's and 80's. However, while approaching my destination, the temp started rising well over 90 and close to 100. Quite a change in climates. What was green, was now brown and dry. A different kind of beauty.
I arrived late in the afternoon. After quickly putting on my gear and walking down a trail along the river, I jumped in at the head of a nice run. I wasn't more than a half mile of my car. Feeling a little tired, I didn't want to go very far this late in the day.
The area reminds me of the Yuba, but with more vegetation. The river itself is much wider and a little more impressive than the Yuba. Also missing is the occasional dynamite going off in a nearby quarry. Instead, a train would pass here and there. Blowing horns or clanking of metal wheels were the only noises besides the water and wind. No other fisherman were around. I saw no one. Other than the occasional jet boat going upriver, I had the place to myself. --People on water craft are not allowed to fish in the first two miles from the Columbia up stream.--
Soon after getting in the water, I noticed my foot getting cold. Arghh! I somehow developed a leak in my waders!! How is that even possible? I haven't fished in months. I tried to ignore it, but it was so bad, I had to take off my waders at one point and dump the water out. Thank goodness the air temp was high and the cold water actually felt good.
There were trout jumping around and if I dug out my smaller soft hackles, I probably could of caught some of them. But, I was here for steelhead. Whether they were around or not was the question. I was using a floating line and a 15 foot floating poly leader. My flies were mostly unweighted and I fished just below the surface.
Other than catching a couple of small trout, I didn't get any action on this first day. I know there were steelhead in the water. When entering at one location, a fish gently swam away from underneath where I was about to step. With the high water, the fish seemed to be hugging the banks. This one was pretty big and bright. Never saw him again. But, it did give me motivation to concentrate on my presentations.
The end of the day came quickly. I went back to the car and changed into something dry. Found a place to pullover and just slept in the back of the car. I was so tired that the morning came quickly.
The next day was much like the first. Wet feet and only trout on the end of my line. I did get one good tug. But the fish was off in less than 2 seconds and I never saw it. Felt like a good size one. Ahh well. Maybe next time. Like day one, I saw a few fish from shore. They looked to be in the mid 20's in length. They were positioned perfectly behind some trees that made casting to them difficult. I tried, but couldn't get any interest.
On the second day, I was a little more adventurous. Walking a couple of miles upriver to find more water that looked almost identical to what was near my car. Granted, there were a few more spots of pocket water that surely held some fish. If the river wasn't so high, these probably would have been even more inviting spots to pick from. For the most part, and from this experience, the river seems like one of those-- cast absolutely as far as you can and let it swing. Of course in lower flows, it could be totally different.
The wind really started whipping in the afternoon on day two. This isn't anything unusual from what I've heard. But, it still was difficult to cast into. It literally shifted on every cast and you had to constantly adjust which shoulder you used. Fingers crossed it didn't change just as you were about to launch the fly.
Although I didn't catch anything more than a 15" trout, it was a good time. I got to do some exploring and I know what to expect next time. I can hardly wait to get up there again. One more month and it will be a short drive away.
While in the area, I scouted several rivers. The Hood River, Lewis, Clackamas, Kalama, and the Washougal. More about those in another post.
Jun 2, 2011
One Step Closer
Well, it finally happened. Closing has come and gone and our house is no longer our house. We will be renting back until July 31st, so we have a bit of time before we are kicked out. I would imagine if everything goes as planned, we will be moving up to the Portland area sometime in the middle of July. After the dust has settled, I will hopefully get out and find a day to fish. It has been so long, that I've honestly forgotten the last time I went. I'll have to refer to this blog to know for sure. (I knew this thing would come in handy for something!!)
Leaving California is tough. I've been here for more than 20 years and have spent almost my entire adult life either in San Francisco or Los Angeles. There are a lot of great memories here.
When I first moved to Los Angeles from St. Louis, I was in shock. It was a total 180 from what I was comfortable with. But I quickly fell in love with California. Being young and in Los Angeles was an incredible time. It gave me all sorts of stories to tell and experiences to remember. What a crazy time in my life.
When moving to San Francisco, I had even more adjustment problems than when I went to LA. In fact, I hated it up here. It took more than a year to accept it. Eventually it grew on me and became home. Fingers crossed that I'll love Oregon/Washington just as much. This time, I'll have my wife and son with me to make the transition with someone.
Sorry this blog has been such a snooze fest. I hope that things turn around soon and I can get out on the water and share my entirely new experiences with you soon!
May 9, 2011
Squidro
Haven't been fishing, nor have I tied a fly in eons. However, I did stop by Leland to pick up one of Scott Howell's "Squidro" flies. I wanted one to reverse engineer it- since it looked like a good idea.
The fly is basically an intruder. But, instead of using rhea or ostrich, it uses rubber legs! Easier to tie and more durable. I can't wait to give it a try (both in the river and on the vise). The below picture is from Leland's website and the version I picked up.
It was an expensive fly, $6.50 after tax! I'll mass produce it and variations for my own fly box, so I guess it will be money well spent. :)
The fly is basically an intruder. But, instead of using rhea or ostrich, it uses rubber legs! Easier to tie and more durable. I can't wait to give it a try (both in the river and on the vise). The below picture is from Leland's website and the version I picked up.
It was an expensive fly, $6.50 after tax! I'll mass produce it and variations for my own fly box, so I guess it will be money well spent. :)
May 7, 2011
Still no fishing
Still haven't made it to the water. However, that time is coming! I can feel it.
I completed all work on the house and it was put on the market one week ago tomorrow. The open house attracted around 150 potential buyers! Crazy. Even in this market, people flooded in all day long. A few days later, we received two offers. After accepting one, that "Open Sunday" sign has changed to a "Sale Pending". Just like that! Not even a week from its first open house and we are on our way to getting this thing sold.
I suddenly felt sick to my stomach after accepting. Reality set in. This house that we have loved for 10 years is about to belong to someone else. Sickening. The buyers agreed to let us rent the house back from them for 2 months, so that we can tie up business loose ends before our move to Oregon. But man, it will be weird living in our house that is no longer our house.
So, we are looking to be in California until July 31st. That will get us moved up to Oregon by early August. Just in time for Summer steelhead season on the North Umpqua. The timing couldn't have been better. There. I feel better now.
I completed all work on the house and it was put on the market one week ago tomorrow. The open house attracted around 150 potential buyers! Crazy. Even in this market, people flooded in all day long. A few days later, we received two offers. After accepting one, that "Open Sunday" sign has changed to a "Sale Pending". Just like that! Not even a week from its first open house and we are on our way to getting this thing sold.
I suddenly felt sick to my stomach after accepting. Reality set in. This house that we have loved for 10 years is about to belong to someone else. Sickening. The buyers agreed to let us rent the house back from them for 2 months, so that we can tie up business loose ends before our move to Oregon. But man, it will be weird living in our house that is no longer our house.
So, we are looking to be in California until July 31st. That will get us moved up to Oregon by early August. Just in time for Summer steelhead season on the North Umpqua. The timing couldn't have been better. There. I feel better now.
Mar 2, 2011
Light at the end of the tunnel - Leaving California?
It is already March and I haven't done any fishing, nor have I gone skiing this year. How depressing. Between working non stop on my normal career stuff and fixing up the house to get it on the market, there hasn't been much time for fun stuff.
The good news is that I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I've managed to do most of the repairs and only have a few rooms left to paint. I should be done sometime this month if nothing interrupts the process.
If all goes as planned, we will sell our house in the not so distant future and get outta here. After nearly 20 years in California, I'm sad to say that we are getting out of dodge. I love the place. At least I love most of it. The beauty is incredible and the people can be great. There is so much to see and do. Unfortunately, the state has gone to hell in a hand basket and I don't see things improving. The cost of living is ridiculous and now that we have a son and hope to have another child, it would be nice to spend less time working and more time doing family things. (The idea that you can get twice the house on twice the amount of land at half the cost is crazy. That equates to less working and more time with family and of course-- fishing.)
My wife and I are lucky enough to have careers that allow us to go elsewhere. We are both self employed and can set roots just about anywhere. It will be sad and very strange to not be living in California anymore.
Where are we going? Will there be any blog posts in the future? I somehow convinced my wife to move to the Portland, Oregon area. The heart of steelhead country! She actually has friends there, so it wasn't as hard as it would of been otherwise. Whatever the case, I'm so excited to have this opportunity. There are dozens of great and famous steelhead rivers within a short drive. Even the North Umpqua is not too far away. It will be incredible. And I plan to continue with this blog- reporting on those rivers.
For my friends in California that I've met through this blog, it will be sad not fishing with you. However, I'd gladly show any of you around the Oregon/Washington rivers I become familiar with down the line. Just give me a bit to figure things out, unless of course you want to figure it out with me. Everyone is invited.
Seeya in Oregon! (Due to the current market, selling the house may take more time than I'd like. So, I'll be doing plenty of fishing here in the Sunshine state before we have moved. And of course the reports will start up again at that time.)
The good news is that I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I've managed to do most of the repairs and only have a few rooms left to paint. I should be done sometime this month if nothing interrupts the process.
If all goes as planned, we will sell our house in the not so distant future and get outta here. After nearly 20 years in California, I'm sad to say that we are getting out of dodge. I love the place. At least I love most of it. The beauty is incredible and the people can be great. There is so much to see and do. Unfortunately, the state has gone to hell in a hand basket and I don't see things improving. The cost of living is ridiculous and now that we have a son and hope to have another child, it would be nice to spend less time working and more time doing family things. (The idea that you can get twice the house on twice the amount of land at half the cost is crazy. That equates to less working and more time with family and of course-- fishing.)
My wife and I are lucky enough to have careers that allow us to go elsewhere. We are both self employed and can set roots just about anywhere. It will be sad and very strange to not be living in California anymore.
Where are we going? Will there be any blog posts in the future? I somehow convinced my wife to move to the Portland, Oregon area. The heart of steelhead country! She actually has friends there, so it wasn't as hard as it would of been otherwise. Whatever the case, I'm so excited to have this opportunity. There are dozens of great and famous steelhead rivers within a short drive. Even the North Umpqua is not too far away. It will be incredible. And I plan to continue with this blog- reporting on those rivers.
Some of you may recall myself going to Oregon to fish the Umpqua and then going up to Portland. That was actually a top-secret reconnaissance mission to scope out the area and find potential neighborhoods to live in.
For my friends in California that I've met through this blog, it will be sad not fishing with you. However, I'd gladly show any of you around the Oregon/Washington rivers I become familiar with down the line. Just give me a bit to figure things out, unless of course you want to figure it out with me. Everyone is invited.
Seeya in Oregon! (Due to the current market, selling the house may take more time than I'd like. So, I'll be doing plenty of fishing here in the Sunshine state before we have moved. And of course the reports will start up again at that time.)
Feb 4, 2011
Still no fishing
This blog has crawled to an absolute stand still. My apologies. I just haven't had an opportunity to do any fishing. Further, I haven't even tied a fly.
What the heck is going on? Well, I'm doing my normal job from 6am to noon each day and then the rest of the day is spent working on the house. Painting and repairs. We are putting our house on the market soon and there is work to be done! And lots of it.
After it goes up and things settle down a bit, I hope to get on the water and get a few days in. It won't be too long now. Fingers crossed.
What the heck is going on? Well, I'm doing my normal job from 6am to noon each day and then the rest of the day is spent working on the house. Painting and repairs. We are putting our house on the market soon and there is work to be done! And lots of it.
After it goes up and things settle down a bit, I hope to get on the water and get a few days in. It won't be too long now. Fingers crossed.
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.
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