January…

I know January for the best of all winter steelhead months…  the steelhead , with the brightness of the sea still on him, is the livest of all the river’s life.  When you have made your cast for him, you are no longer a careless observer.  As you mend the cast and work your fly well down to him through the cold water, your whole mind is with it, picturing its drift, guiding its swing, holding it where you know he will be.  And when the shock of his take jars through your forearm and you lift the rod to its bend, you know that in a moment the strength of his leaping body will shatter the water to brilliance, however dark the day. -Roderick Haig-Brown, A River Never Sleeps

I envy Haig-Brown’s January experiences in the PNW during the early part of the 20th century.  These days, December/January are the months when the hatchery steelhead return to PNW rivers, in ever decreasing numbers despite huge numbers of planted smolts.  The wild fish begin coming in in January but the later months of winter are best for the native fish.  I have read that the early returning winter steelhead runs have been largely exterminated by the hatchery cycle – early returning strains are selected so that they remain segregated from the later returning natives.  However, this means that any early returning fish face gill-nets, increased kill-fishery pressure and competition with hatchery fish.  So it’s rare to hear about someone catching a native steelhead in the early season these days.

The returns for Puget Sound rivers have become so depressed that they will close the first week in February to protect the native fish.  There is a lot of debate on the subject and it’s an incredibly complex issue but I feel that the impact of the incidental mortality of a catch & release fishery is pretty low on the list of causes for depressed steelhead runs.  Given, the environmental issues, Native American treaty rights, politics, etc. it’s a true “Wicked Problem“.  makes me depressed to think about it…

…and after a nasty morning of fishing getting skunked on my soon-to-close homewater, I was feeling pretty down.  We’ve had a lot of snow the last week and the plows had piled up a big snow wall in front of all the pullouts.  I ended up parking on the side of the road about a half mile from the normal pullout and hiked to the trail as cars loaded with skis & snowboards streamed past.  I’m sure they were wondering what in the hell the dude with the big fishing pole was doing walking along the highway in the rain.

Yes, rain.  And a bit later, driving wind to go along with slush turning the already snot-slick boulders on the riverbank into some sort of antigravity device designed to send anglers ass-over-head into the 34deg river.  All that to fish a river with no steelhead in it…

Yet, when I got home and read the Roderick Haig-Brown section on January steelhead fishing, something happened.  It was like a pat on the back from across the decades.  Reflecting on his passage above, I found myself silently nodding “Yes, that’s it exactly” and all this craziness somehow makes sense…

A new toy!  A 3 1/2″ 1912 Salmon Perfect built by reelsmith Chris Henshaw in England.  An original Hardy 1912 Perfect is outside my financial resources and even if I did buy one, no way I would take a that sort of collectable reel to the river (see the note about slick boulders above).  Chris’ modern interpretations of the vintage Hardy designs are functional works of art.  I can’t wait to hear this thing sing when a steelhead makes that first big run…

 

FLY PATTERN – Primrose & Partridge Softhackle

This is one of my ‘confidence patterns’ and the fly with which I catch more trout than any other.  I typically fish it while moving downstream using the traditional wet fly swing.  However, it works great high sticking across pocket water, upstream in the film, etc, etc.  It is my variation of the traditional northcountry spider template with a thread body and sparse hackle.  I add the glass bead for a little more sparkle and weight.  It also keeps the hackle flared out and buggy in the fast currents of mountain streams.  Works great in other colors too – adjust to match your local conditions.

Here’s a full step by step with materials list:  Primrose & Partridge Softhackle

 

Tradition protected…

It’s been my personal tradition the last few years to go fishing on New Year’s Day regardless of whether or not I actually have a chance of catching anything.  Two years ago, I went to a beach and caught a nice little sea-run cutthroat.  Last year, I went to my usual run on the Sky and it was so cold that the felt soles of my wading boots were freezing to the rocks I stood on…

This year, I tweaked my back helping the kids with their wrestling and thought I was going to have to break tradition and stay home.  I was in a fair amount of pain the night before and still stiff on Sunday morning.  However, the weather looked surprisingly good – 50deg and partly cloudy so I downed some ibuprofen, grabbed my big Guideline LeCie and headed to the river.

There were a lot of people out on the river so I went to a run that I knew I could have to myself.  Probably because there are never any fish there…  A shame really as it’s a nice piece of swinging water.  My thought was to just get my line wet to preserve the tradition and head back to the house.  Maybe sneak some greasy fast food (never get it at home) on the drive.  Hiking down to the river, I noticed my back was feeling pretty good.  I ended up working through the run and going back to hit a couple of the fishier sections twice.  It had rained hard earlier in the week and the water was dropping and clearing with that nice ‘steelhead green’ color.  However, the thing I didn’t notice before I left was the wind.  It was howling.  Luckily it was blowing downstream so even my crappy river-right double spey didn’t matter.  Just toss the line up in the air and let the wind take it.

I fished my new Bourbon Prawn most of the run.  It swims very nice and the red Golden Pheasant and Jungle Cock really glowed in the water.  I also tried out a tandem tube bunny leech that I recently tied after the Silvy pattern.  When I want to get down and nasty, that’ll probably be my go-to fly.  I had one grab that might have been a fish but I’m going to call it a rock so I don’t feel bad about missing the take…

Anyway, I paid my penance to the fishing spirits and I’m looking forward to fishing in 2012.  My resolutions for the year are much more simple than the 10 of the past two years:

1)  Fish more than I did in 2011

2)  Have a net decrease in my investment in fishing tackle

3)  Continue to help beginners or newcomers whenever possible

4)  Contribute both time and money to conservations efforts

Oh yeah, catching a big native winter-run steelhead on the OP wouldn’t suck…

Happy New Year!

2011 Looking backwards…

In 2010, I gave myself an explicit set of goals to guide my fly fishing during the year.  I didn’t perform so well against the standard I set to say the least…  Perhaps in reaction to that failure, I didn’t post a new set of fishing goals for 2011.  I just sort of carried on with the 2011 goals floating around in the back of my mind but without talking or posting about them very much.  The one exception was the goal to fish 52 days a year or an average of one day per week.  This one wasn’t about the actual days, rather as a catalyst to roll out of bed on those days that might appear marginal when looking at Internet forecasts, etc.  Sometimes, those can be the best fishing days of all as the river will be uncrowded due to everyone else sleeping in…

Anyway, here are my (Un)goals of 2011 and how I fared:

  1. Take the kids fly fishing more and coach their casting less – Partial success, Aika couldn’t fish this summer due to her knee injury but Angus and I got out including a trip to Idaho.  I still coached his casting too much…
  2. Get some return out of my 2009 investment in a cataraft – Total failure, even wore than 2010.  I think I only took the cat out twice which is a ridiculous waste.  Need to get off my butt and either sell it or use it.
  3. Fish at least 52 days in 2010 – Partial success, ended up with 43 days which is pretty good considering the record snowpack and high water until late summer.
  4. Fish in Oregon, Idaho, Montana & BC – Fail, only made it to Idaho.  I was barely over the border from Montana but the high flow levels prevented the second leg of the trip so we stayed on the NF CDA.
  5. Camping trip to headwaters of the Elwah – Fail, just couldn’t get it done.  This was partially due to spending more time fishing for summer-run steelhead on the Forks rivers which I like better any way…
  6. Keep an accurate fishing log (should be helpful for #3) – Success, kept good data about each day’s fishing, weather, flows, catches, etc.
  7. Take someone who has never fly fished before to a river and help them catch a trout – Partial success, while I didn’t take anyone fishing, I did give a casting lesson as well as help a couple people get started in fly fishing through info sharing over lunch meetings, etc.
  8. Spend less money and time on gear and more on actually fishing than in 2010 – Partial success, I definitely spent more money on actually fishing but I’m not sure I spent less on gear.  However, most gear purchases where via the proceeds from other gear sales so I’ll give myself a break on this one.
  9. Attend a spey casting lesson and break my bad self-taught habits – Partial success, while it wasn’t a formal casting lesson, I did go out with well-regarded Olympic Peninsula guide Jim Kerr for an instructional day of fishing.  There was some coaching on the cast but it was mostly about learning how to fish.
  10. Take my ’serious’ camera fishing and actually use it for a change – Success, but the serious camera became a video camera.  I made a couple short videos, learning a lot along the way.  Much more in this direction for 2012…

Depending on how much ‘credit’ I give myself for the partials, I’m coming in somewhere between 70% and 45%.  Not bad compared to last year’s paltry 40% giving myself full credits for partials.  The three items marked “Fail” all seem to relate to traveling to fish.  2012 will be tough in that respect too as is my final season of playing the combined coach/Dad role and there will be a fair amount of wrestling travel this summer.

Even so, I’m really looking forward to spending an increased amount of time rediscovering the Olympic Peninsula this year – not just for steelhead,  I’m also very excited about the potential for sea-run cutthroat on the little troutspey, resident trout fishing and of course, salmon.

Happy Holidays

My tradition the last couple years has been to avoid the crowd on the river during the run up to Christmas but to make sure I get to the river on New Year’s day to get the angling year started.  It’s usually cold as hell on 01/01 and if it’s not cold then it is surely raining and windy.  I figure that if I can make that little sacrifice of personal fishing misery, the spirits that guide the rolls of the fly fishing dice might just tip them my way every now and then later in the year…

Not sure if that plan will play out this season.  Family obligations and some particularly nasty weather patterns are shaping up to hit around New Year’s Day.  If possible, I’ll get out there just to throw a couple casts and call it ‘good’ but I’m playing it by ear at this point.

Unusual for me, I actually did some pre-Xmas fishing this season.  My daughter caught a nasty cold and had to pull out of a two-day wrestling tournament for which I had secured vacation time.  Since the office was slow due to the holiday, I decided to go ahead and use the days for a little winter steelhead fishing.  The first day I worked through a well-known run on the Skykomish, my closest steelhead river.  Given the extremely dry December (in a La Nina year?), the levels were very low.  I was using my normal winter outfit, Guideline Le Cie 13789 spey rod, Rio Skagit Flight shooting head and 10′ T-11/14 sink tip.  However, due to the low water, after losing a couple flies, I switched to a lighter Rio MOW tip that was 5′ floating/5′ sink tip which had my fly ticking the rocks every so often but not snagging the gaps in the sunken boulders.

Looking upstream to a set of rapids that makes this a natural resting point for salmon/steelhead.  Note the dead Chum salmon in the right foreground.

My usual fishing method for this run is a variant on the traditional cast>swing>step down>cast… pattern employed on salmon & steelhead rivers all over the world.  If there is no one fishing behind me, I’ll make two casts per spot.  The pattern is cast>swing>cast>step down>swing.  The difference being that on the second cast, I step down to the next stance right as the fly starts its swing. This gets the fly a little deeper while putting me into position to cover the next bit of water.  If I’m casting consistently, it also puts the fly in front of a fish twice.

Oh yeah… the underwater rocks in this section of the Sky’ are basketball-beachball sized and slicker than goose-shit as they are covered with a combination of fine sediment and algae.  Three casts in to the run, as I’m stepped down through a precarious bit of wading, I feel the tell-tale tug of a fish.  I reached toward the fish to give him a little slack to turn then when I felt pressure again, I set hard to the bank and immediately got the solid run of a well-hooked fish.  I also slipped off the rock I was standing on and went up to my chest in the water.  Fighting the fish and climbing to more secure footing was a little too exciting but I managed to get myself set to land the fish.  After a couple runs, I worked the fish to me until only the sinktip and tippet were outside the rod tip.  It appeared to an average sized hatchery steelhead of 5-6 pounds or so.  I was fully planning on giving it the ‘stone shampoo’ and taking it home for dinner when I felt what all fly fishermen dread, the sudden loss of line tension.  Either through my poor fish handling skills or bad luck, the barbless hook slipped and the fish glided slowly back out into the river.  I wanted to dive in after the damn thing…

Glutton for punishment, I drove up to the Sauk River the following day.  I love the Sauk…  It is just a beautiful river basin surrounded by snow covered Cascade peaks, really an amazing place.  Too bad there are no steelhead in it any more.  The river no longer gets hatchery plants and the very depressed wild run would be later in the season.  With that in mind, I was targeting “Dollies” or Dolly Varden (which are really Bull Trout in this river) with a lighter spey rod, the Guideline Le Cie 13778.

I fished a couple of the better known spots downstream from the Suiattle confluence with no luck but the weather was mild and with the scenery, it was still very enjoyable fishing.  Moving to a lesser known spot I stumbled across in my ramblings, I managed to hook up with what felt like a decent fish but similar to the previous day, it came unbuttoned before I could land it.  I didn’t see this one but based on the river, season and bulldogging, non-aerial fight, I’m pretty sure it was a bull trout.

Two days, two hook-ups, no fish but good fishing is good enough…

 

PATTERN – Bourbon Prawn

I’ve never caught a wild, native winter steelhead, only hatchery fish for me so far. My hope is that I change that fact this season with a fish from one of the coastal rivers of the Olympic Peninsula.  What would make that experience even better would be to catch that fish on a ‘classic-inspired’ pattern of my own design. So here’s one of the initial prototypes for that fly.

I have been reading a lot of Roderick Haig-Brown’s writing over the last couple seasons so the goal was to tie something that he or his British Columbia contempories would recognize as a ‘killing fly’ for PNW steelhead. Another strong influence in the pattern was the work of a fellow known as ‘whiskeyjin’ over on the Speypages fly-tying forum, especially the use of a synthetic underwing and shrimpy profile.

Given the influences noted above, my Southern-bred predilection for a particular libation and the initial version’s coloration, I’ve named it the Bourbon Prawn

Here is a link to a full step-by-step set of tying instructions:

Bourbon Prawn Step-By-Step

Original Version

Dark Purple Variant:

Natural Ringneck Pheasant variant

 

December…

A December river is dark and cold, though not so cold as it will be, and full running before the frosts of January and February cut down the flow from the hills.  December on the coast has dark, wet days when it is easy to be up at dawn and almost natural to be out at dusk…  -Roderick Haig-Brown, A River Never Sleeps

In another section of the December chapter, RHB notes that November is the end of the season for the fly fisherman when many will be tempted to lay down their rods and tie flies or otherwise stay away from the river.  This was certainly the case for me as I did no fishing at all in November.  I did, however, true to form, tie a lot of flies…  He later notes that December is actually the beginning of the fishing season, corresponding with the arrival of winter steelhead.  In my local rivers the hatchery steelhead start showing in the coastal rivers around Thanksgiving and probably peak in December before the low flows and heavy angling pressure put them off the bite even more than normal due to their hatchery origins.  Given the kid’s wrestling schedule, other than the odd impromptu run to the Skykomish, it looks like my winter steelheading will be limited to a few trips for wild fish later in the season.

This past weekend was a rare no-wrestling weekend that corresponded with unseasonably warm temps and sunny skies.  Instead of swinging for steelhead, I took advantage of the pleasant conditions to do some hiking on a smaller stream.  I took along the Smithwick 8′ 4wt “wet fly rod” and a few softhackles.  I wasn’t really fishing so much as purging my lungs and spirit of dehumidified, heater-scrubbed office air.  No fish, of course, but otherwise a very nice 3 hours.

 

People who have read this blog before will note a few changes.  In anticipation of the new year, I have updated the presentation template.  I have also added a gear review page.  In January, I’ll be adding two more topic-centric pages: fly patterns and videos.

Happy Holidays!

REVIEW – Guideline LeCie 12’6″ 6/7 light two-hander

Preface, just so you know who you’re dealing with: I’m not a very good steelhead fisherman being self taught over the last several seasons. I’ve made a half-assed sort of effort getting out on local rivers as much as possible but success was about what you’d expect – minimal… Casting was fine, I’m no great spey caster but I can flop it out to a reasonable fishing distance. I think I just didn’t (still don’t) know how to fish worth a damn and anything good that happened was probably by accident. It’s hard to tell what works and what doesn’t when there are so few fish to be found.

After a lot of experimentation with rods, I found one last year that seemed to ‘click’ for me, a Guideline LeCie 13’7″ 8/9. It just felt right from the first couple casts, probably all in my head but fishing is a confidence game. So when I decided to get a lighter summer rod, I went looking for the smaller 12’6″ 6/7 LeCie. It’s a beautiful rod to my eye, more of a modern, spartan Scandinavian vibe than rods like custom Meiser’s or even production Sage’s. The rod has a down-locking skeleton reel seat and pretty nice cork although nothing like the beautiful grips you’ll find on a Meiser or Burkheimer. Being a ‘scandi’ rod, the rear handle is fairly short compared to other spey rods but I think I actually prefer the short bottom grip as I only use the thumb and first two fingers anyway. I know that other people have differing views on this aspect of the rod. The blank is hard to describe, at first glance, it appears to be almost black but in the light it has a very slight blue/green tint. It has alignment markers and the other little things you’d expect on a high-end rod. Guide wraps are clean and neat in clear or maybe translucent blue(?) with a couple gold accent threads in the mid-line over the guide foot.  The guides are Recoil single-footer rather than snake guides.  I prefer the aesthetics of conventional snake guides but the increased durability of the Recoils is a nice feature.

 

Based on the limited selection of spey rods (and many single handed rods) I have cast, I would rate the 12’6″ LeCie as medium fast with a definite leaning toward the fast side. This is on a scale of a Loomis Metolius 4/5 and an old Sage VT-Something on the slow side to a Sage ‘Deathstar’ TCX 7126 on the fast side. Last year I did a side-by-side between the Deathstar and the LeCie 13’7″ 8/9 and my impression was that the Sage was definitely stiffer across the blank. I feel that the action on the 12’6″ Lecie 6/7 is pretty consistent with it’s bigger siblings – fast recovery, a little ‘tippy’ but not so fast that even a semi-proficient spey caster like myself can feel the rod flex deep into the blank with a good cast. As you would expect, a strong emphasis on the bottom hand pull with a high stop will be rewarded. The rod has a very different feel from something like a Meiser classic/MKS, Deer Creek, etc. Granted, a lot of the above impression will be line and caster dependent. Also – my 6/7 is a 4-piece model while my longer 8/9 is the older 3-piece version.

My primary purpose for the rod was to be summer-run fish with smaller flies so I have been using an Airflo Compact Scandi in 330gr. This is the higher end of the 20-22gram (309-340gr) recommendation on the Guideline website. Based on the line weights, it becomes apparent that this is really a 5 weight rod in conventional U.S. AFTMA type line weight standards, maybe even a heavy 4wt compared to other top US rodmaker’s recommended grain weights.  For example, Burkheimer’s 6126 has a range of 420-480gr and Bob Meiser’s 1265 has a scandi head range of 350-400gr.

For terminal tackle, I looped on a 10′ intermediate poly leader and another 5′ of tippet. In the grass field by the house, distances of 70-80′ were easy with snake rolls and switch casts. I could stretch it out to 90-100′ with some effort but the pile of leader at the end of the cast wasn’t so pretty, however, that says more about the caster than the rod. In real fishing conditions, distance for me is definitely less but not a barrier to fishing effectiveness. I paired the rod with a 3 3/4″ Hardy Bougle and a .24 Monic coated gelspun running line. The Bougle seems just about perfect for the rod in both size and aesthetics.

Last summer, in order to give my steelheading success rate a boost, I engaged Jim Kerr for a solo instructional/fishing day. I told him that I was just as interested in learning to fish as catching fish but he wisely laughed that off with a joke. We discussed my preferences/goals and I let him know that my primary interest was in swinging flies with the two-hander. After driving to check out the fishing pressure of a couple spots, he asked if I’d be willing to forgo the float and hike into some less-pressured spots that are good for swinging flies. Of course I said “Hell yeah!”. I get the impression that this is something he reserves for clients with a reasonable level of fitness and a strong predilection toward swinging flies.  Author’s note – I have nothing against nymphing, beads or anything else. I just want to get halfway good at swinging before I take on technical nymphing. Plus, I like to tie and fish pretty flies…

The river was about 60-80′ across in most spots with a high and very bushy bank tight to the edge of the water. Most casts ended up being to seams along faster deeper water on the far bank, about 65-70′ so shooting roughly two rod lengths of line although in some places I was fishing with only the head out of the rod. It would have been extremely difficult to fish these runs with a single-handed fly rod. Jim commented that light spey rods were real game changers in these tight, low-water conditions.

 

The LeCie seemed just about perfect to me for these conditions. Other than the occasional flubbed anchor, the far bank was never really a problem. The length was great for line control but wasn’t so long that I was in the overhanging branches and brush except when landing a fish near the bank. The rod had plenty of backbone for putting the wood to the smaller summer-run fish of 6-10lbs that we were targeting but able to protect the light tippet we were using from my inept fish-handling. I was fishing the same intermediate 10′ polyleader but with a longer step down section of flouro tippet due to clear, low water and spooky fish. In retrospect, I think the 330gr head might be a bit heavy, especially for a skilled ‘pure’ scandi caster. I was able to easily use sustained-anchor casts like the Snap-T as well as touch-and-go casts like my favorite river-right Snake-roll. I’ll probably give the 300gr head a try but the versatility of the 330gr for this sort of ‘scandit’ approach is handy when max distance isn’t needed and you are faced with awkward stance options.

In the video below, I am shooting 3 loops of running line combined with the 29′ head and 15′ of leader and tippet – so a cast of approximately 80-85′.

I have since tried the rod with a 400gr Skagit Flight and light (T8) MOW tips.  It cast this combo just fine with a medium sized streamer, however, it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as casting the light scandi head.  A slightly lighter skagit head would have been better but if I had the option of using a different rod for this type of fishing, I would.  I’d probably bump up to the LeCie 12678.  Still, for those odd deep slots you might want to probe when fishing for summer runs, A Skagit head and a couple of tips would be worth carrying along.

On one trip, I even tried two-hand overhead casting.  I was fishing with a skater and was on a wide-open bar with a nice slot a looong way away close to the far bank.  Single-speyed the line into the air then did a controlled back and forward cast.  By slowing down the forward cast I was able to get a very tight loop and pretty close to a 100’ cast.  Not a tactic I’ll use often on the rivers I fish but I might take this rod to the beach sometime with an appropriately weighted Rio Outbound line and throw bombs for Coho salmon…

In conclusion, it’s a very nice rod that works well on small/medium rivers which I would recommend to people in the market for a summer-run stick. I plan to use it on the Ronde, Deschutes and Wenatchee as well. If big wind is an issue, something that will throw a heavier line might be a better option. I don’t think it’s significantly better/worse than the other high-end options from the other rod-makers but it does have a slightly different ‘feel’ for lack of a better term. Pragmatically, I think they can be found for significantly less money. I bought mine via eBay using the “Make Offer” option, which was accepted for what I thought to be a good price, about 2/3rds of what I would have paid for a new Sage TCX. Warranty service could be a risk but it seems like Guideline’s renewed presence in the US with the (much more expensive) Reaction series may have alleviated that issue.

November… (=not fishing)

If one has to die, I should think November would be the best month for it.  It is a gray, stormy month; the salmon are dying, and the year is done.  I should think there is nothing very bad about dying except for the people one has to leave and the things one hasn’t had time to do.  When the time comes, if I know what it’s all about, I suppose I shall think, among other things, of the fish I haven’t caught and the places I haven’t fished…  -Roderick Haig-Brown, A River Never Sleeps

November is a tough month for the fly fisherman in Washington.  There are still summer steelhead in many of the eastside rivers and the early push of winter-run fish begin entering the coastal rivers late in the month.  However, the changing weather is generally bad with big storms sweeping down from the Gulf of Alaska bringing cold and snow, or maybe even worse, the dreaded Pineapple Express driving multiple days of warm rains and muddy flooded rivers.  Short days and daylight-savings-time compound things with 9-5′ers facing a workday bookended by dark, wet commutes.   Still… there can be magical moments in November.  My largest sea-run cutthroat, a 20″ buck was caught on a brisk day in early November.  The key is to be flexible and act fast without doubt.  Windows of opportunity are brief and must be seized immediately.

Truth be told, I don’t do to much ‘seizing’ in November.  Mid-month brings the start of high school wrestling season which dominates my non-work time through February.  My limited fishing days never seem to coincide with decent weather or river flows so I tie a lot of flies, read books and dream…

After almost 9mos of rehab and training due to ACL reconstruction surgery, Aika started wrestling full-speed earlier this month.  A little rusty at first, she quickly got her timing back and with the increase in strength/stamina gained through all the months of tough workouts, she’s actually better than she was before the injury.  Lately, in addition to drill sessions at home and normal high school practices, she’s been rolling with Lisa Ward-Ellis on the weekends at Lisa’s gym, United Training Center outside Olympia.  Lisa was a college wrestler and is now a 3X FILA grappling world champion and professional MMA fighter.  Being able to test herself against another woman as strong as Lisa has been a great help for Aika as she works toward a state championship title and a spot on a college team next year.

 

October… last call for trouts

The Pacific coast is generous to anglers, perhaps too generous, but at least this generosity demands of them that they see and know the waters in all their moods and all their months… -Roderick Haig-Brown, A River Never Sleeps

October can be great.  Or it can be terrible…  There are plenty of different objectives for the late-fall fly fisherman in the Pacific Northwest.  Unfortunately, they are all very weather-dependent and the weather in October seemingly cannot be predicted by professional meteorologists much less me so I try to be flexible and have just a bit of blind faith optimism that opportune conditions will present.

This year, the double-dip la Nina weather pattern seems to have materialized after all and we’ve transitioned into the cool, cloudy weather for which Seattle is so famous.  The small streams where I most enjoy chasing trout are all rising and cooling.  As you’d expect, the fish are less eager to take flies other than the warmest hours of late afternoon.

Hoping to get one last day of dry fly trout fishing in this season, I took co-worker/friend/fishing partner, MK, to my favorite little stream that I never mention by name, especially on the interwebs.

The fishing started rather slow.  The cool night had likely lowered the water temperature enough that the trouts were sleeping late, not particular interested in the bits of feather and thread that we were putting in front of them.  Working our way downstream, we fished traditional softhackles on a wet fly swing.  A few smaller fish were landed over several hours as we hiked & fished to our terminal point.

At a spot where the new river channel takes a hard left into very dense forest, we turned back upstream, clipped off the wet flies and replaced them with a dry fly pattern that I developed to be an impressionistic representation of larger caddis found in our rivers this time of year.  The warming day (but still cool at about 60F), energized the trout and the fishing was steady for the hike back up river.  Quite a few pretty small stream trout were landed including several that were decent sized for this little river.

Late in the day, I managed to hook a very large trout for this stream.  It was big enough that I played it from the reel and needed to be careful of the light tippet I was using.  After the cuthroat rolled and showed his size, the line suddenly went slack and I watched him glide away into the pool…  Earlier in the day, I had hooked another large trout with exactly the same results and given the failing light, I reconciled myself to a pretty nice last day of small stream trout fishing in 2011.

As I was reeling in, I noticed a small dink rise near the far side of the pool where I had just hooked the big cutt.  On the third cast, there was a gentle sipping rise to my fly.  Setting the hook, I shouted to MK that it was “just another average trout” but then the fish cleared the water and landed with a splash that sounded like someone threw a cantaloupe in the river.  The ‘kerploosh’ was followed by the wonderful scream of my little 90yr old Farlow gear/pawl reel.  My ‘dink’ was actually Hog Johnson or his brother and I sure as hell didn’t want to lose another big trout.  After several more nice jumps and runs, I led a very nice coastal cutthroat to shore, definitely outsized for this little river.  It was a great way to end the day and the season and gave me a memory I’ll need to carry close at hand during the many winter steelhead skunkings to come…