Read the Damn Water!

I love to read water. It presents a challenge that a lot of anglers and guides fall short on because they do what I like to call spot hopping. They fish the spots…the spots they’ve always caught fish in. I’ll give you an example. I took a float with a pair of younger less experienced anglers and guides two years ago. I had finished a morning half day and was gonna go fish myself and they invited me along. So I joined and sat in the back of the boat. I’m a visual person, so I like the back seat and enjoy watching.

Right off the bat they started pushing the boat down river. Speeding to what one called a good spot. It was, a nice eddy with a seam along the bank with a slight overhang and a rock. A great spot for a fish. They threw a few casts, no love, and then proceeded to push down river…to the next ‘good spot’. This went in for three or so miles. I only cast a few times as we passed by tons of water and fish to get to these spots. Maybe half the spots in the first three miles produced a fish. Nothing to write home about, just a few trout. As we continued on down river I kept my eyes out for risers while we cruised by trouty water. It was later in the afternoon in the early summer, prime time for troots to be eating. The high flows of the Yak in the summer push a large percentage of the fish up into the bank where they jockey for the best feeding lines that have the most cover and easy access to food. That time of year it’s mostly caddis. And trout typically eat the majority of their caddis under the surface prior to the bloom of the hatch around dusk.

As we continued to slow down at these spots that kept being called out with sayings like, ‘This is a good spot, I got a nice one here yesterday.’ We’d come up empty more often than not and then the speed was put back on the sticks and we’d push to the next one, I kept thinking to myself…what about all the fish in between all these ‘spots’. It took me a few miles to realize what was happening. We were playing a memory game with the river and trout. We were only targeting the spots that these two fellow anglers had caught fish in previously. There wasn’t any actual reading of the water. Just slowing down to get three to six casts at these spots, then pushing down to the next without actually…well…without actually fishing.

Now I’ve got experience. Over 10 years, and I used to fish this way. I’ve never guided this way. And after about 6 miles my patience was starting to wane. I finally asked, ‘What about all the fish in between these spots?’ I didn’t get an answer, the intoxication level and gone up by this time and I don’t partake so I realized that this was more about wasting time and blowing off steam than fishing. Even on my days off or when I’m fishing for myself I read and breakdown water. There are over 1000 fish per mile in the section we were fishing during this float and I finally realized that the two anglers I was with didn’t have a lot of experience reading and searching out trout. We sped down river only stopping at areas where these two had caught fish previously and anything in between was passed by due to lack of confidence and never producing fish in the past. This is a mistake, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told by clients and anglers that I’ve fished with, ‘ I’ve never fished the river the way you do Tamarack.’

This is because I take it slow, row the boat, and teach anglers how to read while we venture downriver. Fish are everywhere. Too many times I’ve had boats pass by and slide into a spot or hole, get a few casts in, maybe get a fish, then move on, meanwhile I’m still behind…fishing all the other water…typically coming up with fish. It’s not about being better, or trying to show off…it’s about fishing. Which means reading the water, searching out all the other areas besides what every other boat and angler targets. In the busy summer season on the Yak, but this also holds true at any time on the river, most boats are fishing the same spots one right after the other. That’s why you’ll see people constantly pushing to be in the front of the pack, because another boat may have already fished that spot and pressured the fish. When the trout have this type of spot hopping routine happen to them day after day it will put them down. But all those fish in between are left alone.

As a guide it can be wicked hard to watch, and if you’ve been in the boat with me on a busy day sometimes you’ll hear me call it out. I call it out for two reasons, to show clients that there is another way to do it, and to explain to anglers that this kind of behavior can mean the difference between a few fish and a lot of fish. Water reading is a crucial skill for an angler that wants to up their game and improve their skill. Sometimes that fish and all his friends are just another 20 yards up or down river of that ‘spot’. Fish move…constantly. The notion that fish sit in the same spots all the time is hogwash. Put on a pair of fins and a snorkel and you’ll see. Rainbow are more territorial but they still move around quite a bit typically staying in the same 100-300 yard stretch for a week or three. Cutthroat are different and move over a wider range up and down the river. Usually cuttys hang out for a day or three then move along.

Understanding this all relates to the weather, water temp, flow, and what food is available…those things are the basis of reading water. They tell you where the food is, so now you know where the trout should be, the water temp and flow let’s you know how hungry they are. Higher flows and warmer temps mean trout are burning calories to battle the flow and their metabolism is up with water temp. It also lets you know where they are in the water column. The weather conditions also play a factor, as bright days will put fish lower, and overcast will entice them up higher in the water column meaning better dry action. The food plays a key role of course. When mayflies hatch en mass the overcast days produce a better hatch, it also allows the fish to move up into the top third of the water column, and the insects are in key places, like the riffles and tail outs of riffles. All these things give the angler the ability to find fish in all sorts of places. Stoneflies hatching? Look to the large boulder areas and the banks of the river, higher flows will push trout into cover for rest but also easy access to big high protein food sources. Add into the fact that trout will fight each other for the best lane for food and you’ve got the basis of how trout move about in the river. Any one of these factors change, higher flows, different bugs hatching, warmer or cooler water temps, and you have to adjust and read the water differently. Add where the seams, riffles, overhangs, boulder gardens, structure, and all that into the mix and boom…there’s a lot going on.

Understanding these aspects of how trout move around in their environment is what water reading is essentially. It can be overwhelming at first, and take time to learn how to decipher it all. It’s why I get paid for this gig. On my days off this is what I’m doing. Reading the water, checking the temps, the flows, the weather, anticipating the hatches, and breaking down how the day should go. It gives me a base to go off, which sets up the day to be more productive while also teaching clients how to do it so that when they venture riverside on their own they start to understand it too. This is an essential part of guiding, the fishy part of guiding. The other side of guiding is dealing with people and how to make all this information understandable to new and old anglers.

Getting back to this spot hopping bonanza. After about 10 miles of spot hopping with these two younger guides I had had enough and sat down and stopped fishing. Soon the bloom of caddis came as dusk settled in and when there were fish rising all over it was a drunken chaotic casting session for about 20 minutes and more missed fish than caught. I sat and watched the craziness ensure and laughed a lot. When it became too dark to see I heard, ‘Trout can’t see in the dark.’ And we pushed to the takeout…another mistake as trout can and do feed in the evening when it’s dark AF. Also at some point one will get too intoxicated to be very effective at fishing. A lot of anglers fish this way though drinking or not. It becomes a problem when it’s considered to be a professional level of fishing and being compensated for it. When I take guide trips myself I want a guide that is putting their time in when not working to raise the level of the experience beyond just spot hopping. I strive for that level every season and it has served me well.

I get it’s fun to just blow off some steam and fish this way especially for younger anglers who are still learning the ins and outs, but I just don’t do it anymore. When I do set aside a day to be more of a F’ing around kind of day…it almost always turns into anything but that. I like a challenge, that’s what is fun for me. I like figuring out a complex puzzle, breaking down the river and finding success, that age old battle of ‘conquering’ nature through understanding how it all works together and putting myself or clients into the thick of it. Watching it click with anglers is one of the great joys of guiding. When it all starts to make sense and is no longer overwhelming to those who fish with me. When I get texts or calls from clients about the success they find on their own due to learning from me. They come back out to learn more and discover the ins and outs of what makes a truly great trout fly angler. Water reading separates the novice from the experienced, gives the angler more success. There is always something new happening every few weeks. Trout moving around, new bugs hatching, the flows and weather change, the water temps fluctuate, all these factors are essential to reading water. Going over and above just fishing the fishy looking water, when you start to break it all down you realize that there is a lot more fishy water out there than you thought.

I’ll teach ya…come take a trip with me and find out.

Tamarack.

Pre Season Jitters

It’s close…I can feel it coming even 800 miles away here in Idaho I can feel the spring coming. The anticipation to get back to the river life is enveloping me. I dream of water reading, the sounds of my oars sloshing the water, the pull of the currents against my boat, the feeling of a trout on the end of the line. The joy it brings clients and myself.

I looked at the weather forecast for the Yakima this coming week. It’s gonna be cold, overnight lows in the teens and daytime highs in the low to mid 30’s. Which means things are still a little wintery out there. Anxious doesn’t begin to describe the internal struggle in my head. That disconnect from one life and the connection to another. My whole family is starting to feel it. The kids keep asking when I’m leaving, my lady tells me she doesn’t want me to go. But I want so badly to be riverside and have my whole world be about trouty things.

I can’t seem to be interested in anything else. My mind wanders imaginary river banks and I get lost in the current. That pull, the call, the internal drive to be outside and completely in my element. I tie flies, I watch, read, listen, and study new and old techniques. I’ve even got the fly rod out and started getting my timing and rhythm back. The boat comes out of storage soon, the rig will get packed, and the roof top tent will be cleaned and checked in preparation soon.

Trips are slowly coming in. When I finally get back riverside I know they will come in plenty, clients are starting to reach out and ask all the familiar questions. The stoke to see friends and river peeps again is high. The anticipation of bugs hatching, fish slurping, and dipping the net into the water to introduce people to fish is almost oozing out of me. If you’ve ever fished with me you know the energy level I have is high. In the off season it’s lays dormant, smoldering, but as things start to warm up it turns back into a flame. Hibernation is wearing off and my mind and body already know that we are close. Another few weeks I keep telling myself. Each day is another day closer to everything revolving around fly fishing.

It’s almost time anglers…are you ready? Bet ur ass I am.

Tamarack

Thoughts From the Off Season Part 2

It is starting to feel like spring here in the high desert of southern Idaho. The temps are warming, its starting to smell a little less like winter, and the sun shines longer. I am only a few weeks away from being riverside every day. This off season has been a slog. Don’t get me wrong I love hanging with my family, and if you’ve been following me or fished with me this past summer and fall you know a little about the hardships my family and I faced, which have made this offseason kind of a bummer. But things are really looking up, despite the inevitable surgery I have to get before leaving and the financial burden that comes with it, fishing…will commence very soon.

Its so much more than just meeting clients in the morning and then spending the day taking them fishing. There is science to do, weather and water reports to dissect and interpret, observing the river, watching as it comes to life, hunting and seeking trout. There is homework, new techniques and insights to discover and apply. The prep work, getting the fly rods back out, getting back into casting everyday, new methods of teaching and relaying information to people to work out. I have to get my body back up to guiding level. There is water and people to read, and trout to chase. By this time in the off season its all I am thinking about. The last stretch before fly fishing is all that I am focused on. I dream in trout and rivers. I long for the sounds of the river. Especially in the spring, as the whole world comes out of its slumber…that slow sleepy wake that comes after a long hard sleep. I look forward to it more than I can describe.

My off season is filled with mostly trying to enjoy the time off. I don’t like to sit still, so after about 4-6 weeks of being off…I really just wanna get back to it. Being bored is a killer for me. I’ve tied a few thousand flies, sold most, yelled at kids to brush their teeth, driven to basketball practices, helped my lady get ready for her new job, and I spend my weekdays chilling with my almost 5 year old. After a while that routine starts to get to me…and my lady has already started to see the off season wane on my sanity. She gets it, even if she doesn’t fully understand it. When you spend a third to three quarters of the year outside and on river…sitting at home can become a bit of a trial. I enjoy it, the sounds of my children playing, yelling, fighting. The feel of my wife lying next to me every morning, the sounds of her snoring keeping me up at night (sorry babe), a proper shower that isn’t outside…that kinda stuff. The time away from it during the guide season makes me appreciate it and miss it that much more. But now I am to the point where I am longing for the other side of my life. The time where everything about what I am doing revolves around fishing.

Fly fishing changes you when you do it enough. Sounds super corny but its true. Spend enough time outside and everything else seems frivolous. My wife is the one person who reminds me that there is more than just fishing. My kids to do, but when you spend a good chunk of time away from that family dynamic it takes a bit to realize that reality. Personally I am truly addicted to it fly fishing, and explaining that to others can be a challenge…one that I have all but given up on explaining these days. When you know you know. That thing so many anglers chase when they hit the water, that feeling of disconnect from one world and absolute connection to another…its hard to put into words. I meet people that have the hardest time explaining why they love fly fishing and what it does for them…but I understand it completely.

Being 800 plus miles away from the homewater hasn’t been the easiest thing. Watching social media posts of fellow anglers and guides getting after it during the winter hasn’t been the most enjoyable thing either. I get a lot of questions about why I don’t fish in the winter. A lot of it has to do with the fact that as I have gotten older I have worked a lot of that angst out by fishing constantly when I was younger. Plus I don’t enjoy the cold weather as much anymore. But moreover, I have responsibilities that need my attention in the off season. Finding that balance between family life and fly angler life is a constant thing. A struggle sometimes, but an enjoyable one.

As I tread through the last few weeks of home life I can feel that my family is starting to miss me. As my mind has started to disconnect already. My wife knows I am already starting to check out. My days filled with tying, talking about fishing, and lets be honest, complaining about the long wait. She gets it, even if she is annoyed by it. The financial side of it helps and this year is shaping up to be a good one. Spring trips already scheduled, more than this time last season. A new gig lined up on new water in a new state, new species to chase with clients, I haven’t been this excited about fly fishing and guiding since I started. I have been craving adventure, and after last season with the switch to a camp, guide, fish routine it really ruined my life a bit. Having that ability to just fish, live, and guide along the banks of the river was eye opening. The long times away from my wife and kids sucks, but the upside is…fishing. I fished more last year than I have in a long time. Every day for weeks straight. I would find myself sitting in camp contemplating what I was going to do before and after trips, on days off, and every time, even when I told myself I don’t need to fish…20 minutes later I was knee deep in the river. Having that freedom, the ability to connect that much…its a blessing. A blessing that I don’t take for granted. Without my family I wouldn’t have that same deep connection. I wouldn’t have anything to miss while I was riverside, and I wouldn’t miss the river as much if I didn’t have the time in the off season with my family. Its strange I know. But having things in ones life that you are passionate about makes life worth living.

I am reminded of Muir’s writings a lot. Having read most of his stuff. He had this desire, a drive to chase mountains and the outdoors. A passion that could not be rivaled. His sense of adventure and his ambition to conquer and discover himself through the act of mountaineering and observing the outdoors was truly inspiring. That call from the mountains was always there, something he would describe to his family in great detail to try and explain the reasons behind it. That connection…its very real. A life without passion is no life I want to live. It makes the struggles and hardships worth the strife, and it makes the joyful moments rise above all. Yes I have a family, and my wife and I never wanted to sacrifice what we wanted for ourselves individually in order to have a family. Something I think is lost on the younger generations these days. Having a family, watching my children grow is one of the greatest joys and adventures of my life. My time away from them chasing my own personal dreams and adventures makes me appreciate them and what they add to my life that much more. My children growing up learning and seeing that just because you have a family doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice what you want for yourself is an imporant lesson that is not easy to teach. Growing up knowing that you can find a way to support a family and have that kind of passion in your life as well as doing what makes you happy is something I am trying to teach my kids. It’s not traditional, its not always easy, and it tends to be misunderstood by many around my family and I. Happiness is something that requires work. That old saying anything worth a damn takes work is definitely true. My kids know that when I leave its not because I don’t want to be around them or anything like that. They are learning that life takes work, especially when chasing a life that is filled with joy, passion, and love. They are also learning that money doesn’t guarantee any of those things. One of my favorite quotes is from a Wookiefoot song, “There are people so damn poor all they have is their money.” If I can teach my children that money won’t make you happy but having a life with the things that fill you with absolute and true joy is worth striving for. If they can learn that passion, people, love, all connected through the outdoors can bring one a life of true wealth and richness then I will have succeeded in one of my goals as a father.

Have a life filled with things that make your heart flutter. A life with people that make you laugh, cry, love, and feel deeply. A life that doesn’t depend on material things, social media post likes, how much money is in the bank, what your credit score is, or how big your house is, its a hard lesson to teach in this modern era. When I leave my children are starting to see this, they are starting to understand it. And as the pit in my stomach grows knowing that I will be leaving them very soon…it makes it a little easier to swallow.

The season is almost here anglers.

See ya out there.

Tamarack

River Update

Weather and Fishing Update:

Even though I’m not on the banks of the Yakima yet I’m still getting info on weather and conditions and it’s that time of the year where I start putting up reports and predictions.

The past week has had some warmer weather with air temps touching 50 degrees. The water temps bumped up a degree or two in the lower river which made for some decent early season fishing from reports I have gathered through talking with fellow anglers and guides. Upper river is still cold but there has been midges and even a few BWOs here and there.

We have a cooler front coming in this week with forecasts calling for overnight lows in the mid to low 20’s and daytime temps in the high 30’s in the upper and mid 40’s in the LC.

I’m about 3 weeks away from packing up and heading back to the Yakima to get ready for the season. Midges, BWO’s and streamers along with nymphing stones and of course worms will produce fish even in the cold. Look for that slower walking speed water for your trout.

Here in South Idaho it’s warming up with temps in the high 40’s this coming week, making me come out of hibernation a little early to venture out to Silver Creek and possibly up to the Big Wood River to see if I can get me some brown trout to eat before I head back to Washington until April.

Trips are trickling in and with the current forecasts and predictions it looks like the season is gonna get started a little early this year. Give me a call, email, or message me on social media, to reserve a day of fishing for the 2019 season!

Hope to see ya out there anglers…

Tamarack

CONTEST Time!!!

Hey anglers I’ve got a contest running on Facebook and Instagram right now. Post a 60 second video describing:

Your Favorite Thing about Fly Fishing

What Fly Fishing means to you Personally

How Sharing the Experience with Others Impacts you.

The winner and a friend of their choosing will get a FREE Guided Trip with my beardy face!

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Cabin Fever: Part 2 The End is Nigh

I am 4 weeks away from being back riverside every day. The anticipation and anxiety is at unbearable levels. This off season has been a slow grind and I am fed up with the cabin fever. Things are looking really good for the season. With winter fishing being really good on the Yak this year I am really looking forward to getting back to it when spring rolls around and the river wakes up proper.

I am switching to guide mode over the next few weeks. I have changed my diet, mostly because I have to have my Gall Bladder removed here in the near future and I haven’t been as healthy this off season as previous years. I am focused on making sure my body is ready for the task coming up. As I enter into my mid 30’s making sure I am taking care of me is becoming a focus. I am tying flies, after selling a few thousand this off season I am moving away from tying for clients and filling up my guide boxes. You still have time to order some flies but once I am back riverside on the 25th of Feb, I won’t be tying for clients as much. I also have a contest coming up, with a Free Full Day Guided Trip for the winner. That contest will be posted for the weekend so look for that on the website, FB, and Instagram.

Another thing I am prepping for is Bass, I will be guiding Bass trips this season and already have a few days in April scheduled. Bass are a really fun fish on the fly and I am so looking forward to sharing those experiences with clients and getting back into it myself after several years away from the smallies and large mouth of the Columbia Basin. I am also working the details out on a new guiding opportunity in the Idaho area for this season. I have a big meeting next month before I am back on the Yak and will hopefully have the opportunity to share new rivers and new fish with clients. I don’t wanna get ahead of myself but its looking really good and I am on track with my business plan to expand to new states, new rivers, and new adventures this season. Let’s just say I won’t just be a Yakima River Guide this season…so I am very stoked.

The Spring Fishing is almost here. It will actually start picking up before I even get to the Yakima later next month. I don’t typically start guiding until March, when things start to warm and fish start to move out of their winter lies. I also take 10 days to 2 weeks to get my body and mind back into the rhythm of river life before I start guiding. Gotta get back up to the professional level before I start rowing dudes down the river.

Spring trips are cheaper, and that’s because you only get about 6 hours of fishing time during the day. My Spring trips are a great way for new anglers wanting to get into this sport, to get their feet wet and learn the ins and outs of fishing. Its also a great time to work the kinks out and dust off for those experienced anglers. Spring time offers a little bit of everything, lots of nymphing, but don’t be shunned away by indicator fishing, in the spring nymphing is a great way to learn how to find fish, how they move about the system during the day, and there is something to be said about big bows dropping indicators a foot or two and screaming up the run away from you. The streamer fishing is best in the spring…by far. The sculpins spawn, salmon smolt start moving around, the fish are hungry for a big meal as they will be spawning themselves soon. Big lurky trout that have been eating midges and crunchy stones all winter switch gears and chase down streamer patterns aggressively. Learning the places to look for streamer eaters is a big part of the day during spring trips. Teaching anglers to swing, strip, and how to approach a large fish are a really awesome part of the spring guiding season. Then there is the dry fly game. Pods of fish looking up for dainty BWO’s and Midges, the March Brown hatch a little later in the spring, the Skwalla Dries, you get these great windows during the spring where top water flies can produce some really amazing experiences and learning how fish move around and stage for hatches and feeding lines is a key part of the mid day routine on spring trips.

The Cabin Fever is in its final stages. The end is nigh anglers. If you’ve been itching to get back out there and chase some fish now is the time to start planning your early season trips. With snow pack levels in a good spot and more snow still to come before the switch to spring the early season is shaping up to be a really fun time before runoff comes into play. Which is when we switch gears to bass and fish other stuff while the river goes through her annual runoff episode. I am so ready to get back to camping riverside everyday, meeting old and new clients after the off season, and fuck…I am so ready to catch some fish…I haven’t had a proper trout handshake since October. Looking forward to getting back to that Fly Angler Life.

Hope to see ya out there anglers!

Tamarack

Mayflies

I love mayfly fishing. There’s not much I like more than fishing a dainty dry and getting a slurp from a trout. Mayfly fishing can be technical and heartbreaking. One of the ways I break down mayflies is by tying several different versions of the insect to entice a fish to strike. I have lost count of the times I have found a pod of feeding trout, threw a pattern, gotten the snub, switched to a different version or representation of the bug, and come up with a troot. I love figuring out the perfect drift and pattern to get that completely unabashed sluuurp, from a wary fish that has been duped. Mmmm….success. That competition between angler and wild animal…it’s what gets the juices flowing.

Mayfly eaters can be picky, especially on the Yak, and with the BWO hatch only weeks away and the March Browns soon after…my dreams are filled with pods of hungry spooky fish.

I created a series of YouTube videos breaking down mayfly hatches, which flies I use and how to tie them, and when, where, and how I fish them. Breaking down a mayfly hatch and fishing it with a purpose can produce a lot more takes on your fly and get a few more troots to your net.

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Tamarack

The Cabin Fever

I have been fishing for a while now. I have spent many a winter day knee deep in frigid water rolling and chucking nymph rigs with big pink bobbers on, ridiculously long drifts patiently waiting for the indicator to drop. That rush of adrenaline warming your bones and making the heart flutter…only to learn its a dirty whitey getting you all hot and bothered for nothing. I would catch a handful of decent sometimes rather large trout and that would be enough to keep me going through the cold months. As I have gotten older and more seasoned in my angling the allure of winter trout fishing has lost its luster. Its not that I won’t venture forth riverside to chase a trout in the winter…its just…well….I have done it a lot….and I get bored.

If you have fished with me, especially on a guided trip you know that I am high energy. Above most other anglers and guides I meet. The winter time fishing is more geared to those that just need to get out, don’t have a lot of options, or when the cabin fever is unbearable. Its also a younger anglers game in my opinion. That is not a slight on younger anglers or older, its just the majority of people who send me photos and ask me questions concerning winter time fishing are younger less experienced anglers. Winter time trout fishing is easy. For a handful of reasons, trout are sleepy and they don’t move very much. They are settled into winter lies and holding water, slow, deep, easy to spot and even easier to fish. Winter fish aren’t very hungry, so when they do eat it is typically whatever is in front of them. How many anglers catch fish on the dirty san juan worm in December compared to June? The options for trout are limited in the winter months and they are not near as picky when the buffet of food is churning down river during the regular trout season. Winter fishing is typically two things…slow swinging streamers….and nymphing.

Now I rag on nymphing a lot if you’ve been in my boat. I’ve done it all, the Euro, Czec thing, triple rigs, sinking lines, the turd worm combo, the 13 split shot depth charging that deep hole everyone talks about. Done and tried it all and have had plenty of success…and that’s why I don’t particularly care for nymphing. I have watched thousands of indicators drop, had plenty of tags and grabs on a slow swung streamer at the bottom slow tailout of the run. After a while…it just gets boring to me. I know how to do it, can put clients on it, and can teach it, but for me personally…its kind of a been there done that mentality. Plus when the regular trout season is in full swing, nymphing becomes less of a necessity and more part of the arsenal. Breaking down hatches, fishing the pre hatch, the migrations, and targeting fish that are keyed up on nymphs is a much more fun application of the technique. But that requires water temps to be optimal for bugs and fish to be moving around and percolating. I will admit, nymphing the pre March Brown hatch is still one of my favorite things to do, there is just something classic and intoxicating about dropping a pheasant tail through a three to four foot riffle tailout and hooking into a big ass fish taking the easy food before the bugs start popping and the trout start topping off their tummies with the adults mayflies. Or the swung PMD soft hackle in the early summer mornings as the river wakes up and a quick and nasty cutty swipes it hard and jolts you awake better than the quad shot you downed at 6 am.

Nymphing has its place for me personally as an angler, and every time I grab that nymph rod I either slay the shit with it…or literally come up empty. I cannot tell you how many times I have nymphed a run at different depths with different rigs and come up empty…then throw a dry in the right spot with a good drift and produced. As I have gotten older and more experienced it happens more often than not. Guiding nymphing is a teaching tool and I never use it as a time killer. Too many times, and when I would work for outfitters, I would be told to use nymphing to kill time when you know the fishing will be slow. I just stopped guiding when the fishing was consistently slow or consistently nymphing. If its gonna be a nymph only kinda day, I will be upfront about it and to be honest…I don’t really want your money on days like that. Nymphing to kill time is a shit game and it usually ends up with too many flies lost to rock fish and logs. When I know nymphing is gonna produce because the bugs are moving around as well as the fish…that’s when it gets done in my boat. But if a fish will take a dry…I will probably have you throw that instead…and just about every angler I take…like 97%, appreciate that. Nymphing is easy compared to dry fly fishing. Because nymphing you have gear and rigs taking a lot of the work out of the equation. Dry fly fishing is where skill, technique, and experience prevail.

So when I get asked why I don’t do a lot of personal winter fishing, or wait until late February to March to start guiding the simple answer is I just get bored nymphing. Guiding in the winter is cold, slow, and typically six to eight fish or less kinda days, especially with less experienced anglers. The science, river, and trout, are all working against the angler in the winter months. Trout metabolism is related to water temp, so when that water temp is barely touching 38 to 40 degrees….trout just ain’t that interested. When that water temps starts pumping up to 42 and above, those few degrees making all the difference, that is when you start seeing me out there. There is also the added time I take in the early season to get back into shape, work the kinks off and get the stank off before I start guiding. I am a professional and I won’t take trips if I feel I personally am not ready to take on all the things that make a good guiding day. From the people, to the angling, rowing, to the teaching aspect, of a guided trip…I am just not willing to sacrifice my service level for a handful of cold weather trips…plus the older I get the less I like the cold.

But that cabin fever…I understand it gets to us all. Those of us who have had a good number of years working through it, experiencing the winter fishing, can handle it a bit better. Our tolerance for lack of fishing time is higher. I haven’t touched a trout since October, but the winter time is also the time I get to take a break from that part of my life, enjoy my family, binge on Netflix and Video Games, and spend time tying. There is also the added part of fish needing a break just as much as I do. I fished over 200 days this past year, and guided a huge chunk of those, more than I thought after getting tax shit in order. Those trout need a break from my beardy face. When you put that much pressure on fish, especially on one river, I just see it as the respectful thing to do giving the river and fish some time off. As I have become a more developed and resource conscious angler, allowing the river and trout time to rest, grow, and just be trout without invading their world seems like the right thing to do. Also expanding to other fisheries in the winter time is something I have focused on this off season. Researching the southern salt and warm water species, looking at how I can make that a staple of my guiding career in the 5-10 year phase of my business, doing homework on warm freshwater species to give more variety and less pressure on the trout that I fish, and looking to new trout waters in other states to broaden my guiding career to more than just the Yakima. I am working on places in Idaho and Montana, as I enter my 5th year of business. I will no longer be working for Washington State guide outfits or businesses, just my own business. Last season put a nasty taste in my mouth with too many in the Yakima guide community as our industry battles climate change. I also like money and to be honest…I make more working less days for myself than working for others. Leaving me time to work on expanding to new fisheries and giving me more time to fish for myself without sacrificing income. Plus I camp and guide for long periods of time now and days in between guiding this year I will be traveling and adventuring for myself more. I have spent more days than I can count on the Yakima River system and its not that I am bored or have fallen out of love with it, but its not enough, I want more and with the change to being a mobile operation…that is possible.

I am so looking forward to getting back into the game anglers. The Cabin Fever is starting to get to me I will be the first to admit that. I have even taken a look at the map for Silver Creek here in South Idaho and am waiting for a window of good weather to entice me riverside for some streamer and midge fishing chasing big browns. I am also starting to get into research and homework mode, watching videos, retooling my arsenal with new techniques and checking out new products. Learning more about new fish and rediscovering warm water fisheries like bass and musky. Getting back up on my trout stuff too, reading the same books and watching the same tutorials and videos I have for the past several seasons. Tying…gotta fill the guide boxes up for the year, I have a few thousand flies to get tied up for myself and clients to use as I would like to get through another season with only buying a few dozen flies. Plus watching the weather forecasts, snowpack charts, and river flows and reservoir levels, all that starts to become routine now. And blogging more than a few times a month to get the angling juices flowing and get clients and angles all hot and bothered about what is coming in only a handful more weeks. Its that time of year for me now. Where I slowly come out of hibernation and start getting back into that trouty fly fishy rhythm again.

Hope to see you out there this season Anglers. Trout YO Self 2019. Taking reservations for spring trips and I have 9 Open dates for Bass fishing the first part of April. Time to start getting ready. See ya riverside anglers.

Tamarack

Tis the Season Anglers

Well, the new year is almost here. I am hard at work updating the website, reaching out to new contacts and looking at new waters to guide this coming season. One of the new things I will be offering clients is Bass Fly Fishing Trips. Both Large and Small Mouth bass are a freaking hoot on the fly and I am so looking forward to putting anglers on a new species for Tamarack’s Guide Service. Right now I have 10 dates, the first 10 days in April to be exact that are open for bass fishing.

Bass Fly Trips are Full Day only and will be $500 for 2 anglers and $400 for 1 angler. You can reserve here on the website, send me an email, or give me a call to reserve your day. $150 deposit. Of course if you have any questions just let me know. Super stoked to be doing more stuff this coming season…its not far off now anglers.

Tamarack.

Off-season Blues: The quiet and solitude.

It is at this point that I am missing not only my boat, but also the quiet and solitude of the river life. This past season I was solo through the majority of the guide season. Living and guiding out of the truck and boat may have seemed crazy to some but it was an amazing experience and I cannot wait to be back at it.

Mornings and evenings I would have the place to myself. Waking up riverside, having camp coffee while sun came up, watching, listening, feeling the world around me awaken. The evenings winding down to a silent simmer as the trees and river said goodnight to each other. Listening to the owls talk to each other, the elk and deer rustling in the thickets as they bed down. The smells of ponderosa pine, that fishy, wet, algae smell as the river perks up. The bugs…oh do I miss the sound of bugs flying around.

It’s loud in the off-season. The sounds of civilization, cars driving by, construction, television, phones ringing and beeping; the sometimes sweet and other times down right annoying cacophony of my children or the snoring of my lady. I miss the solitude and the quiet. The crackle of a warm fire as the wet logs spit and sizzle. The sound of my lantern and the camp stove…

I become addicted to it all, and the yearning for it to be my everyday grows more palpable every day of the off-season.

The cold bite of the morning air that is fought off by a strong hot cup of coffee and the screech of the blue heron as it hunts the banks. I love to be alone. A fact that to this day the people around seem to not quite grasp. There is something about being alone away from it all that makes you appreciate the time with others but also the time unplugged from it all.

In the off-season I feel like I have little purpose some days. The long wait until I am back in the embrace of the things that make me whole outside of my loved ones. It can drive one a little insane…the cabin fever, the want and need to just be out of it…but so into that other something anglers and outdoorsy people crave.

We are at the halfway point and now the real test of patience comes. Can I keep from going crazy? Every off season I feel like I can’t take it anymore but that waiting makes the end result so much sweeter. I’m coming river…your frozen call this time of year is subdued by the ice and snow that softens your voice…and I can’t wait to answer back with the loud and boisterous calls that are so prevalent when we are together. Soon…soon….

Tamarack.