The Salmon Flies are starting to appear. A good 25 minute hatch today with a fair amount of bugs. Fish are still uncooperative and are not looking up as much as we would like to see but things are still settling down for irrigation and run off.
We’ve also got March Browns and some Caddis.
Fish are starting to feed on a schedule, keying in on hatches and hanging out in all the good water. Flows in the upper are still wonky but sections are fishable.
The Teanaway is still making a mess and the flows are forecasted to be high for the next 7 to 10 days. That being said, as this runoff settles, fish should be more cooperative.
We have lower temps, cloud cover, and light rain for the next 10 days. This should help get the river back into shape and make fish less hesitant to surface feed.
We’ve got high winds and thunderstorms in the forecast for the weekend. But starting Monday things should be prime for some fishing.
I’ve got availability on the schedule. Give me a call and let’s go sling some big bugs for trout!
There aren’t many patterns of mine that I would say work better than just about any other for a particular hatch or insect.
But Skwalla McTwitchy aka The Bacon-Nater when not tied for a specific bug, is one of those patterns. The recipe is at the end.
This pattern is based on a simple Stimi based dry tied Parachute Style. But the poly yarn underwing holds floatant very well, the moose hair wing floats as good as foam without the non natural look of foam.
The hi via parachute is over hackled for more floatation as well. The body can be tied in just about any color or dubbin type you can think of. I like full ice dub bodies for summer time in multiple colors, and I like hares ear ice dub blends when I’m going for more specific colors to match a hatch. I also tie them with no flash or ice dub for when conditions and trout call for subtle flies.
The legs are whatever strips of rubber you have lying around. I tie the body like I would a Pats Stone. The legs are the important part. This pattern is for stoneflies and grasshoppers. But mainly stoneflies. Stoneflies are active on the water surface.
They skitter and dance, crawl and flutter about the river. Salmon flies like big chinook helicopters beating the air so loud against their heavy bodies you can hear them coming before they get stuck in your beard. Skwallas slow and sleepy as they battle against the cold air, or Golden’s that flutter and cause commotion on the surface as they hatch in the current like a mayfly instead of along the rocks like their cousins. This pattern is all about action. Just like the natural.
The body and legs of the fly ride low in the meniscus, even in faster or heavier current when floatant is added. I twitch this fly like crazy, fish that are keyed in on stoneflies are looking for bugs that move, and the strikes during this type of feeding can be intense and violent. It’s wicked fun. These legs that ride low in the water give the desired twitchy effect of a natural stonefly that is doing its thing. Sometimes they fall in and are tryi to get back to shores, other times a female is laying eggs on the surface. No matter what these bugs have action. So does this fly, even with subtle twitches.
So tie some up or order some, and throw some action on those big dry flies when the stones are hatching this season.
Hopper Hook or long shank Dry fly size 10 or bigger.
Hi Vis Poly Yarn for para post.
Dubbin of choice
Grizzly or Brown Hackle size matched to hook or one size larger.
Lay thread base and tie in rubber legs as tails and antenae.
Tie in your hi vis para post at the 1/3 mark back from the eye.
Dub the body up toward the para post but leave enough space to tie in wing.
Tie in 3 strands of Krystal flash V style so 6 strands lay out the back.
Tie in poly-yarn wing.
Stack some moose hair and tie in the wing. Trim the hair so that the para post is upright.
Tie in legs.
Add Glue then tie in hackle.
Dub and create a thorax, and rest the thread on the front side of the para post.
So you’ve been stuck indoors all winter long patiently waiting for the rivers to thaw and the trouts to wake up. Now that winter seems to be loosening its grip the waiting is almost unbearable. Some of the more “hardcore” anglers will venture out and net a few fish after spending 3 to 4 hours trudging through the snow and in the craptastic weather. Mostly we do it because we can’t torture ourselves by just thinking about tight lines anymore and have to put ourselves through some pretty miserable days just for that one moment with a trout…its not called “hardcore” for nothing I guess. I just call it being a fly angler and I am fortunate that my entire life these days is basically all about trout.
I love this transition period. When everyone starts thinking about fishing again. All the guides and shops start coming out of the woodwork, your old buddies that know you are a guide and have a boat call ya up and ask about how the river is. I’ve been watching this river for 10 years and after the drought and everything that hit us last year I am more stoked and anxious for this coming 2016 trout season than any other. The early season is a great time to fish. There aren’t many other anglers on the river, the bigger fish are easier to catch, there are only a few things that trout will actually eat, and only a few places they will be as the spring slowly approaches. Knowing how to fish in the early season separates the men from the boys, the ladies from the girls, the hogs from the dinks, if you will…or just means you can’t take it anymore and need to stick some trout.
Early Season techniques aren’t rocket science, just fishy science. Trout are still sleepy, and their feeding habits are directly related to the river water temperature. When water temps start rising above 40 degrees trout metabolism starts up and they require more food to function. They’ve been in hibernation basically for the winter, podded up with buddies eating only when they absolutely need it. Now that things are warming up they start needing more food and another thing starts to weigh on the trouts mind…sex. Spawning to be exact. Fish need a lot of protein in order to spawn, which means they need food. Lots of food. Soon fish will be gorging themselves on stoneflies, baitfish, small mayflies, and midges like crazy.
Flies. So lets talk about flies first, and start with Nymphs: The good ol’ Pats Stone is a good go too during this time of year. Its chunky, looks like a lot of bugs, and is slow and easy to eat. Boom, pattern one…get to tying. Midges, those damned little bastards that are typically so small you swear the trout is taking a breath and not eating. Nope, they are eating size 18 and smaller little midge worms so grab those zebra midge patterns in whatever color you want. I like red and black with a red glass bead and some silver wire. I have them in blue, purple, orange, white, pink, green, all the colors of the rainbow. But for reals…tie up some zebra midge patterns and use them as trailers or just by themselves. BWO’s or the Blue Wing Olive Mayfly has lots of nymphs patterns. I like the WD40, Psycho Baetis, that damned Tungsten Yeagar Hares Ear thing. All good for nymphing those little mayfly dudes.
The San Juan Wormy should always be around during the winter and runoff periods as well. We don’t like to talk about it, but some anglers go straight for the worm because it works, others hold onto it as a last resort when all the other “proper” patterns fail. I tend to play dirty, I throw what fish are gonna eat. That kind of settles nymphs for the early season. Eggs can also be used but that is playing real dirty and I will leave each angler to their own on that one.
For Dries, if you are wicked lucky you might get a trout that has decided to look up. They are typically eating one of two things during this time of year. A midge…or a Blue Wing Olive. If you see a fish surface and don’t see anything on the water to discern what it may be dining on…its a midge. I have size 18 to 22 little gnat patterns with wings. They don’t look like much but I catch the occasional eager eating trout on them. The BWO should be easy to identify, the little olive mayfly is delicate and hatches in droves typically. Fish pod up and feed actively when a hatch is happening. The little bugs also congregate in slow water and fish tend to target them there as most trout are just chilling in the deep part of the pool already. I use biot body emergers for the BWO mostly. They have a CDC post, with a light shuck, they work really well. The final dry is the Skwalla Stonefly. Skwallas happen on some western rivers and they are easy to see and trout hit them like they hit most stoneflies…you’ll know when its happening, and this is typically the official start of the spring trout season. I use bullet heads a lot, and some secret patterns that twitch really well. All size 10. Oh, and my go to Skwalla pattern is the Purple Chubby…they haven’t seen it since the summer, and they really want to eat it.
Techniques. Dries are easy, see a fish rise, cast at it, hope for the best. When fish start moving in to feed actively on dries look for slow seams, back eddies, and slow pools with foam. Fish look here and they don’t have to expel a bunch of energy fighting current. Water temps will typically be around 42-45 when BWO happen. Air temp becomes a factor as well, bugs don’t like to hatch if they can’t dry out their wings. Sunshine days, or overcast days with air temps above 40 will set the conditions for those little olive morsels in the early season. For Skwallas, you know the drill, close to the bank, some twitchy action…BOOM! Ya…like cold weather hopper fishing, paying close attention to areas where there is foliage overhanging the river, rip rap areas, large boulders, and rocky ledges. Stoneflies like to hang out there. So do fish.
I use long leaders, typically 12 feet, for mayfly and midge dry fly setups, with 5x flouro tippet or 6x mono. The flouro helps with super spooky fish in gin clear water like we have here in the upper yak. (SIDE NOTE: All the damn eagles are making the trouts super smart. Damn raptors.) For Skwalla set up, the standard 9 foot leader and 5x or 4x mono gets it done. I put a lot of action on the fly typically.
I recently started using another technique that is common in New Zealand and other areas for super spooky fish. I shorten up my leader to 7 feet, and go super light on tippet but use a good 15 inches of it. Typically flouo in 5x or smaller. Then I stalk up close to the fish, stay low, and make a short single shot cast, no false casting. I try and keep as much of the line and leader off the water as possible with a high stick. This makes it so there is little to no line indent in the water surface and little line shadow. Now, you may only get a shot or two at the trout, but this technique is for those really spooky fish that you come across. The ones that take 20 minutes to come back into the lane to feed after you make a shadow when making your first cast at them. Sneaky trouts. Its really awesome when it all clicks and you get to meet a really surprised and hangry trout.
Techniques for Nymphs. Well…go deep and work your way up. I work water like a steelheader. I pick my run, or my pool, or my line, and I start breaking it apart one cast at a time; covering every inch of it. Every INCH! Get after it. They are in there somewhere. I look for that slow to walking speed water, a good place to just hang out and chill. The trout have basically been doing the equivalent of “Netflix and Chill” all winter long. Just like me. So look for water that would represent a chill day on the couch for a trout. Ya…throw your nymphs through there. I start deep…clears out all the whitefish, and then I work my way up if I don’t hook up after dredging the bottom. I’m methodical with my nymph game. I will work a piece of water at 8 feet, 5 feet, 3 feet of depth, and work each 6-8 inch lane from top to bottom. Sometimes I just pick one piece of water and only work it for the day. Those trout can only be in a few places in the river, so find the best “trout couches” and interrupt their Netflix session with a hook in the mouth.
Streamers! I use them a lot more now. I like a nice 4-7 ips 10ft. sink tip and a piece of meat. I don’t throw little streamers very often. Maybe a size 6 Bugger or something, but everything else is Kelly Galloup ridiculous big. Mmmm, big fish eat big “little” fish. I target the water the same way as nymphing, just swing and strip style.
I don’t use a boat very often during the early season. It’s a lot of work when you only have about 4 good hours to fish. Besides, walk and wading all bundled up and in 36-45 degree water shaves fat in preparation for the coming guide season. It also gives me the chance to get back in touch with the river after the long winter away. I may only fish a handful of times during the actual winter if at all. Once the early season arrives its time to get back into trout mode and being able to set foot in the river a few times a week or every day of the week is how I reconnect.
Being able to stand against the current, casting in the snow, my breath clouding in front of me. My beard and mustache crisp with frost. The distinctive sound of a bald eagle’s chirp as it sits halfway up the barren cotton wood, head cocked to one side. That “shink” sound that the line makes as it travels through an iced over guide…an indicator bobs along slowly…it dips gently…tension…head shake…the pulse of a well wintered wild trout against the rod…oh ya…that’s what I need after a long winter.
So there’s some early season trout chasing pointers from this trout guide. Over the next three weeks the Yakima River will start to wake up along with other western rivers. These techniques should help you have more successful days. Of course, if you have any questions just ask. And I’ll do a business plug here:
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Get out there and chase some trout. I hope to see ya riverside this season.
Mount Stuart towers in the distance. Her peak barren of the normal snowcap she wears during the start of August. North Fork Teanaway road straightens out in front of me as I drive towards one of favorite mountain peaks in the world. From her foothills the headwaters of the Teanaway river begins. It flows a torrent of whitewater through granite stones cut deep by her chilling and slicing embrace. Her sound can typically be heard throughout the entire basin if you listen intently on a quiet day in the woods. The waterfalls that seem to fall from the very sky fill the river with some of the most pristine water in the world. The animals that inhabit the Teanaway Rivershed are the epitome of Pacific Northwest Wildlife. With Black Bear, Cougar, Wolf, Wolverine, Samsquanch, Mountain Goats, with hundreds of bird species, deer, elk, skunk, hare, flying squirrel, red fox, and so many more the forest surrounding the river is teeming with life. The river holds some of the most pure species of wild trout in the western states. With Wild Rainbow, Westlope Cutthroat, Steelhead, and Bulltrout, the river system is the last bastion for many species including Wild Steelhead and Bulltrout.
As I see the headwaters of the river before me my heart is heavy. She is but a trickle coming down the granite mountainside. The pool under the waterfall is waist deep and is full of small soon to be starving trout. As I look at the dried up waterfalls that feed the upper most reaches of the North Fork of the Teanaway I am filled with fear. This river has never seen such a drought. This wild place is on the precipice.
I make my way further down river. Checking the water temps the entire time. I am finding normal water temps for this time of year in the upper end of the river however; the flows are a fraction of what they ought to be. When well over 100 cfs is typically coming down this small river in the summer we have less than 30 cfs. I find trout in pools, surprisingly healthy with full bellies. A perfect 10-inch cutthroat decided to say hello and I was reminded of what the term wild really means. These fish, despite the odds, are surviving. By the end of the summer there may only be a handful of breeding fish left to carry on the species. Those trout that they spawn…will be ever stronger. The trout…are doing what they do…being wild and surviving. Life does find a way.
I make my way farther down river. The temps are warming. Feeder creeks and small tributaries such as Jungle Creek, Stafford Creek, Bean Creek, Beverly Creek, are trickles or dried up completely meaning there is no cold influx of water as the river makes its way to the valley below the mountains. I say goodbye to Mt. Stuart and the surrounding behemoths of granite that the Teanaway cuts away at with every spring and summer run off. The granite stones get a respite from her torrent this year.
I stop at the famous sandstone swimming holes near 29 Pines Campground to check the water temp. I find a rock dam blocking flow and chuck rocks onto the bank. The river seems to breath a sigh of relief and I count 3 small fingerling fish make their way up river as if waiting for me to open the door. I find two more small rock dams and break them down wishing a sign about how illegal they are in ESA listed streams were present. A TU project for later. I come to the sandstone chute just past the Teanaway Outpost under the bridge. There is 10 cfs going by. I can literally see 10 milk jugs go by a second…its unfathomable. The place smells of dead fish. The water temp is 70 degrees. I find nothing…not even an aquatic insect. It is devoid of life. I leave quickly not wishing to spend any more time in the tomb.
I come to the valley filled with farmlands. Mt. Stuarts’ gaze hidden back behind the hills and trees. I feel that if the mountain were a mere 2000 feet taller and everyone could see the summit from anywhere in the valley…the state of the Teanaway would be much different. The Sentinel of the Teanaway River has been tricked and the river that it has born has suffered. The farms are still watering their fields. A recent stop on all irrigation came to the valley in an effort to save water. The few fields I see getting water must be on wells or finishing up their last orders. As I look at the river below Red Bridge Road I am appalled. Stagnant pools filled with Dart and Pike Minnow, algae, and 70 degree water. There is no flow; the riverbed is drying up in places, if the heat of summer continues I believe the lower Teanaway will dry up completely.
The Yakima River and Teanaway River Confluence is a stagnant pool of warming water. Typically during this time of year, the trout in the Yakima River receive a shot of cool water for thermal refuge from her sister the Teanaway. Steelhead would have spawned there this spring, as well as trout. Salmon would normally return but they will not have the chance this year. The fish that got trapped in the lower Teanaway have all but perished, those that were able to escape are in the low flow and small cool pools of the upper river farther into the mountains. As the Yakima River water temps increase the wild trout will receive no respite from the Teanaway as they normally would. The Steelhead, Rainbow, and Cutthroat that were spawned this spring are trapped in the headwaters and may not survive the summer and winter to continue the life cycle next season…if the snows come.
The Bulltrout are all but gone now. They have no refuge and have died or hopefully…pushed into the Yakima River and will return to spawn this fall. I have seen a few of those unicorns in the Yakima this season…giving me hope. Visiting the Teanaway today gave me hope. I was reminded of the resilience of nature and wild animals despite the odds and our encroachment. The drought is only one factor in the reason behind the demise of the Teanaway River. The mountains that hold her, the forest that surrounds her, the farmlands that she gives life too…all will suffer as she dries up. The entire valley feels thirsty. A strong rain for days or a wickedly blizzardly winter is needed. But our help is also needed.
If more is not done to preserve and protect the Teanaway River not only will the entire Teanaway Valley and surrounding Forest suffer, the Yakima River below will suffer. As it is a true freestone headwaters to the Yakima River, if it suffers, everything downstream suffers. Headwaters do Matter. More conservation is needed, more efficient irrigation practices, rigorous data collection on the trout required, and some intense habitat restoration is a must if we ever want to see the Teanaway River in her former glory.
Some of my fondest memories of angling are on the Teanaway River. I found an ancient and gnarly Wild Westlope Cutthroat in a deep pool. The old trout was so gargantuan it still dwarfs some of the largest cutthroat I have caught out of the Yakima River. My eldest daughter was introduced to her first trout on the Teanaway. My youngest daughter was introduced to her first trout this year before the drought sunk in on the Teanaway. I have a memory of playing in the sandstone swimming holes one summer when I was very young, collecting cased caddis as they crawled along the rocks at my feet. I met my first Bulltrout on the Teanaway River. A story I haven’t shared with anyone to this day save for Tim Irish. That Bulltrout will haunt me for the rest of my life, especially now knowing that it’s genetics and offspring have not survived the 6 years it has been since we met.
Will I ever meet another Bulltrout in the Teanaway River? Will my grand kids meet any trout in the Teanaway River? Will the community forest that hugs the riverbanks become a desolate dried up place that no one cares about anymore? Will Wild Steelhead ever return? Will the wild trout have a place to reproduce and carry on their life cycle? The fact that I am asking myself, and others, these questions leaves me with hope. Hope that it will return, hope that it will be rescued, hope…because the Teanaway River…is a life force; born from granite mountains and winter snows, cut deep into the hard stone, life teeming within and all around her, Mount Stuart standing guard, and people enjoying all that she bares while keeping a caring eye on her.
Fly Fishing is a unique activity. We intereact with trout in a much different way than other anglers. Tricking trout with a well presented fly, defines the word craft with its very action. While many forms of fishing inolve craft…fly fishing, it seems, is held to a higher standard.
It was a late evening after the TU Meeting this past month. Two good friends of mine and I along with Danny the dog, sat near candlelight in the Teanaway Community Forest. The conservation evolved throughout the evening but when the subject of craft came around my ears perked up.
You see…fly fishing and I fit very well together. I am a science nerd, I love biology, so I am set for learning about trout, their food source, and environment. I soaked up all the information and knowledge I could. I still do. But when it comes to the artisitc side of me things get very cool. I was a musician. I was a drummer, I loved to play the drumset. I don’t do it much anymore. I used to be pretty good at it. Rowing a driftboat with anglers, chasing trout is a lot like being a drummer in a band. The drummer keeps everyone on tempo and entertained. As a drummer I fit right in at the rowers chair. Lots of things happening, people fishing, fish reacting, water moving, its organized chaos and I live for it. It requires craft to do it well. Anyone can row a boat down a river, but not just anyone can create a whole concert complete with opening acts, encores, and all the good stuff. Thats why I like guiding. Its a gig, and its my kinda gig.
Delving even deeper into fly angling we come to the cast and presentaion, as many of us know being able to cast well is a skill that we all practice, being able to cast to weary trout, under an overhang, with wind, and three different cross currents at 30 feet…requires craft. But even further, especially for me the real craft comes in the form of flies. I tie flies for trout. Not to look pretty in the box, sell in the bin, or anything else…they serve a purpose…to trick trout. They may not look fancy, but they get the job done, and after 10 years of doing it I like to think I have become pretty good and creating patterns that effectively
trick trout. Spending the time to create a fly that looks natural and tricks the most persnickety trout is my jam…thats my ultimate gig. I’m a purist in that sense. Tricking a weary wild trout with a hand tied fly is the most sought after moment for me. If fulfills me. It compeltely satisfies me…it requires craft.
What does all this mean? Well craft to me requires one thing above all others…time. A good angler needs to put in the time. We all know fly fishing requires patience…and in order to be very good at it, time is needed. I have devoted years now, to the art and craft of fly fishing. A life pursuit I will never cease. I have no goals of becoming the best, I only strive to share more moments with people and trout through learning and honing my craft as an angler and a guide.
Just a quick blog post today. I have had the subject of craft on my mind for a while now. I will expand on it more in a later post. I’ve got trips stacked for the next two weeks and I am loving every minute of it. Even in this tough year for the river I am glad to be riverside doing what I love and taking care of the river.
A few posts back I wrote about a young man who I had the pleasure of meeting riverside while hefting a bloody motorcylcle out of the river. The Kid, casting like a Champion, in winter, chasing trout. Crazy dude.
It was my pleasure once again to have The Kid and his Uncle riverside this week. I had fished the day before and had a wonderful day of mayfly dryfly fishing and was hoping for the same. The river had other plans for us but more on the later.
I enjoy taking people out on the river more than most things. I have this desire and passion I must fullfill. Sharing the outdoors and moments with trout and anglers is a driving force for me and gives me purpose. It is something that I am happy to be completely immersed in now, much like when I spent more time in the woods than not.
We floated the Upper Yakima Canyon and we had a slow day. A big drop in water temps from the previous day due to low overnight temps made for slow fish. The sun also shone brightly and the Osprey were out. The dreaded W also…did not help. But that is how chasing trout goes sometimes. We saw a few fish. The Kid was bestowed a few new nicknames all of which are hilarous and have been bestowed on many anglers including myself. The Whitefish Whisperer, Fast Water Fighter, Champion Caster, Back Seat Driftboat Huslter. Those are a few. Anchor Line Tangler is a good one too.
While his Uncle and I talked and we floated, The Kid hung out in the back seat, just slipping casts all over the river… Like a Freaking Champion! I didn’t even have to tell this dude where to put the fly, he knew. The lesson and his independent study shows in his ablity to read water and instinctively know when and where to put the bug. I would look back and his indicator would be right on line, then he’d pick up, give it a quick flick, and BAM back on target below a log, or a boulder. Tight loops for the wind too. He was snaking water from his uncle, coming in behind the frontman’s fly poaching water like a guide would. His uncle would hit a good line, and The Kid would flick his cast that much closer, right on target, just money. All day long I’m telling myself, “Damn its nice to have good rhythm.”
I like my life the speed of a driftboat interrupted by chaotic moments of pure awesomeness and happiness. Its a simple, dirtbaggy way to live, but my lady and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I am literally going driftboat speed with interruptions by trout, life is that much sweeter with two fly rods flicking through the air while I row down the line. Nothing better than a driftboat riverside.
While the day went by slow in terms of trout, everything else was about perfect when I think about a river float. We were coming to the end and I had all but given up and was haphazardly holding a lazy line along the diversion above Tanuem.
I may have mentioned to The Kid to hit the seam as we came down but he had already picked his line. We moved near the rocks, I see out of the corner of my eye; The Kid bomb a wicked sweet cast into the seam just above the diversion line of boulders. I look down river and put on the breaks with a few good pulls on the sticks.
I look back and The Kid’s line goes tight and we both think its a rock and he yanks on it to set it free…holy…shiznat! It wasn’t a rock… The line goes tight, the fish pulls…its on.
The Kid is on his game right from the get go once he realizes its a trout. And I mean a trout. Of course this fish tries to school the young angler. It heads for the rocks with full force. Take into account the current is pretty good here and we are moving down stream and looking back upriver at this trout now. Like a trout that has been played before, the indicator goes between two rocks and this is the instancne I wince, and everything goes silent. The Kid lifts his rod tip high, I swear he was on his tip toes in the back of the boat. We both watch, him in amazement, me in horror, as this trout goes into the boulders. Then we see it…I thought it was steel at first, this raibow colored slab rolls down the rock into the fast current and runs down river…stealing line, running like it robbed a bank. I tell The Kid to let it run but keep tension. (I knew he had 4X on so I intended for him to play this fish like a mother f’ing boss!) He did too. From the back of the driftboat The Kid out Hustles this wily trout in the fast water…Fast Water Trout Hustler.
As all this is happening, as a guide, I am looking at how we are going to land this fish. It’s the best of the day, at the the end of the float, and its F’ing Decent! I find a soft spot on the edge of the current just large enought for the boat. Its fast and deep, but I can make it work. Like tucking behind boulders landing big fish in fastwater up river. We go across the current, I slide in, couple crab strokes, like freaking butter, just a wicked job if I do say so myself.
The Kid is still playing this fish which is now headed back upstream in the faster water. Exactly what we wanted it do to. Play em hard, get em in, and put em back. This entire process lasted mere minutes in reality. In one aweome guide moment, I drop the hook, hop out of the boat into thigh deep water with current, grab the net and get to work. The water is fast, the boat is held and we have a small seam of slower water to get this done in. Its perfect. As a guide and an angler its nirvana, dude.
I am reveling in the moment unfolding and cannot wait to see if we can meet this trout. It sees the net and runs, pulling line out. I yell, “Let it go!” “Rod Tip Out!” as I motion for The Kid to keep the rod at an angle. His Uncle is just as excited and coaching him perfectly as I move into position. The trout comes close, I reach for it and it runs down just out of reach, headed for a pile of junk just below. “Rod Tip UP!” “Try and get the head up!” The fish turns back towards the boat and moves for me. I get out of the way, I can hear The Kid and all his enthusiasm. Its wicked cool. The trout tries to go under the boat. I duck under the line and scoop the trout into the net just in front of the boat avoiding disaster. The chaos only builds! Its a wonderfully bright, post spawn, leapord spotted, rainbow. Hefty trout, not the longest trout at around 18 inches but fat and full of newly invigorated muscle from chowing down after the spawn.
The Kid hops out, I know exactly how he feels. The fish took the Dirty Batman Prince I tied up…Double Awesome!! Right in the corner of the mouth. Fly slipped right out with a twist. We held it in the net in the water to let it recover for a few moments, the water was fast and cold so I knew we were good. The trout was still thrashing angrily in the net, when The Kid prepped for the release. Just a healthy Wild Yakima Rainbow. The Kid had a great wet release, handling the fish with respect and finesse. The fish sped back into the fastwater, a wonderful end to the moment. To top it off another guide boat drifted by as the high five was happening and they were just above us listening in on all the awseomeness. (Back Seat Driftboat Huslter). Living in the moment. Living in the life. Epic Moment, and Epic Trout. Both for angler, and for guide.
Its the stuff I live for. That moment when I get to share the world I live in everyday. Not a day goes by I don’t think about trouts. It’s a slower world, a simplier one, a river world, a world where wild fish take flies. Where anglers and trout test one another through river, rod, fly, and cast. I am still jacked about it dude. Just thinking about it makes me want more of it. To chase these trout. To net the fish. I get to introduce anglers and trout and its my life! I get to teach people why its important we have these wild fish, why the trout and the rivers that hold them deserve respect, how sharing in these moments makes us want to keep having them for years to come, and be able to share with all who are willing. I also forgot to mention how much damn fun it is. I mean really…its pure fun.
Driftboat speed with choatic interruptions from wild trout, while being riverside, with anglers. Fly Angler Life…Abide. See ya riverside dudes.
I used to buy flies like a crazy person. I love flies, I would buy a few take them home, tie some that looked identical, and go fish. It’s how I learned a lot of stuff about tying and composition. Deconstructing and recreating fly patterns is how you develop your own as a tier a lot of the time.
As I delved deeper into tying and studied more literature, trout biology, and listened to my mentors about flies, I began to buy flies less, and tie more. I found myself tying flies that seemed dull and dreary compared to the ones in the bins at the local fly shop. The more I tied with my mentor and worked on patterns and skills with him the more I understood what made a good fly.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the flies you pick from the bin is totally awesome and it’s gonna work. If you get all the other pieces of the fly fishing puzzle to fit into place that fly is gonna catch the majority of fish in the river just fine. I just found that more and more the flies that manufacturers were churning out we’re getting more colorful, flashier, larger, filled with foam, and Krystal Flash, just Lady Gaga playing Las Vegas looking patterns.
Did trout suddenly start wanting glitzy looking flies hanging out of their mouths as you fondle them trying to get a good release? No…probably not. Trout…want insects. Not flies. So why do flies seem to be looking less and less like bugs and more and more like pieces of bloody jewelry for trout to wear for pictures?
Well tying at that level is commercial and flies are easier to sell when they catch an anglers attention. Problem is, flies are for trout not anglers. Trout only care about a few things in terms of flies. The better it resembles the natural, the more productive it should be….I mean that just makes sense. Both common sense wise and in terms of biology and science. There is a science behind flies and insect imitation.
Certain materials mimic natural actions of insects such as angora goat and its ability to create a breathing undulating look even at the smallest level. Which lets face it, a trout is looking at little bugs with eyes designed to look at them under water. As a tier, it would be in my best interest, to tie flies that look as close to the natural as possible, maybe not exactly but imitating those key things that trout key in on instinctually is foremost in my mind when at the vise.
Color, shape, size, profile. All important. But what about the way Caddis create an air bubble that sparkles under water, a factor trout key in on. Well throw on some Antron and you are good to go. (By the way, Thanks LaFontaine for making Caddis fishing much more productive through your study of trout!). There are lots of things to consider and even more material to use to mimic all sorts of things that trout key in on in relation to each pattern and natural.
Patterns today, for me, seem to have lost a bit of that. Sure a bright orange stimulator with flash out the ass, and big sparkly legs is gonna catch fish, it looks right. For me though, too many times in my ten year of fishing on the river here; I watch large trouts refuse flies of the store bought nature. Finicky trout are impressive really. A quarry that strikes me two fold: as an angler and a tier. Can I tie a pattern that can trick such a fish? Because, if all the other parts click into place from cast to drift to proper tippet length, and the trout refuses, what else is there but the single most important thing you need in order to trick said trout with a fly rod in the first place?
Fly tying is an art, and the art for the trout chaser such as myself, is in the ability to tie effective flies that trick the most leery of trout. I have spent seasons testing flies. Searching for those finicky trout and testing my patterns. Hitting hatches with handfuls of different patterns and seeing which ones work best and developing more from there. It’s some of the most fun for me in terms of angling. Having a trout be tricked by a dry or nymph pattern I have tied is that pure moment I yearn for. Some anglers it’s the perfect cast before the hookup, some dudes it’s the big fish, others it’s the perfect Snap T, the perfect take, whatever it is it’s awesome. For me it’s tricking a wary trout with a fly no one else has. The fish that no one has caught, the fish that every one tries for, big or small, I wanna trick it with my fly. Ya man, that’s my jam.
Tying used to be a necessity as there was no where to get flies unless you knew a tier. There are troves of literature and journals on flies from all over the life of modern fly fishing. Going back and finding that many patterns that were the most effective were simple, subtle, and more natural looking. It wasn’t so much about selling flies as it was discovering what made up a good fly and why? It was about tricking fish. Guides and writers would sell flies to go fishing and fly shops would buy them until the sport got so big it required mass production of flies. A little bit of the art of tying died or kind of faded away.
For me, when I browse the bins at the fly shop I typically end up buying nothing. I just never find anything that stands out to me and I feel that the flies in the bin aren’t going to trick that persnickety trout. They will trick the other trout just fine but that’s not my mindset when angling as much. It’s less about tricking lots of fish and more about tricking those fish that stand out. The one 14 inch cutt that isn’t slashing the surface like all the others. The one sipping instead, maybe it’s been caught before, maybe it has some cool marking, maybe it’s bigger than I thought? Doesn’t matter, it’s in the zone refusing flies left and right. Let’s see if one of these patterns will trick him? That’s what goes through my mind when looking for or tying flies.
When you look for flies at the shop, look for subtle, smaller patterns. Yes a salmon fly dry is a size 6 but when you cram a bunch of foam and flash on a size 8 4X long hook so you can fit all that crap, the fly is huge to the trout. A size smaller is typically a better idea when looking for flies for the larger insects. Look for buggy flies, both nymphs and for dries, but especially nymphs. A Pats Stone will catch fish and I’ve even got big old steel on it, but for that trout hiding behind the boulder that flashes but won’t eat shit…ya smaller buggier bug, that’s gonna give you a better chance. I test myself on this every time I fish. Especially when working on patterns and fine tuning fly composition and material selection.
So, if you seem to be having trouble with fly selection and trout not taking your flies, think about what you are throwing and how it looks to the trout in comparison to the natural. If you are unsure, find a trout nerd and ask them.
I’m not gonna get all foofy with this one just a quick update. I’m tired and hitting the river again tomorrow and need to tie some.
The weather was sunshine but cool. The high on the river today was about 44. The water temps topped out around 42. Fishing was slow but fish were eating.
Nymphing is still the main game in the upper stretches. The skwalla stonefly nymph is working but the river gave me another opportunity today with a March Brown Hatch. Around 1 pm the mayflies starting popping. Nothing prolific but there was enough. I found two areas of feeding fish. I hooked up on the emerger pattern and one cutthroat hoovered the size 14.
The big producer today however, was my possum hares ear.
I tied it under a stonefly nymph. Hooked up 6 times with it during and after the hatch. Got 4 of them to the net. Lost a monster trout around 3:30 on it. Feisty trout outsmarted me going under the boat then running to the bank and getting enough slack to roll off.
Didn’t see a single sqwalla dry but did see nymphs. The flows are perfect, if the water temps bump up after this cold spell we will be in the thick of it. March Browns and Sqwallas, hungry trout, and eager anglers.
I’ll plug my guiding now by saying, give me a call and get on the schedule, as the weather gets even nicer and the river heats up things are going to get fun and some really great dry fly fishing is right around the corner.