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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Eastern Oregon Trip Part II: In search of something that doesn't exist: Alvord Cutthroat

After the stay in Sunriver, my dad and I broke off for a trip out into the desert in search of a fish that isn't supposed to exist; the Alvord Cutthroat. There is evidence that indicates that fish from Trout Creek in the Alvord basin may have been stocked into a small stream in southeastern Oregon in the late 1800's, although the creek was later also stocked with whitehorse cutthroat, lahontan cutthroat and even rainbow trout. According to Dr. Behnke on a trip to the headwaters of this Creek in 2006, instead of finding rainbow trout or hybrids, he found some fish that matched the outward appearance of the Alvord Cutthroat among a population of lahontan cutthroat.

We hit the road at 5:30 am bound for the Alvord stream and for being late August we were amazed at how low the temperature was as we drove across the Fort Rock Basin where it bottomed out at a chilly 22 degrees. The drive was a straight shot to Lakeview to refuel before heading out into the desert. Last year I had caught several Warner Lakes redbands, but none of them had any size to them so I had made plans to fish another small stream along the way to the Alvord Creek. However what was supposed to be a fairly main road on the map ended up being a 4wd track at best and I had to take the blow of scratching the Warner redbands from the trip due to being defeated by a road. However this road hadn't finished dealing it's punches apparently, and about 10 minutes after reaching the highway one of my rear tires blew out, an apparent victim of a sharp rock on the road. Ironically this is the first blown tire that I have had after several years of driving on rough roads and I had put new tires on my car no more than three weeks ago in preparation for this trip.

After quickly replacing the flat tire, we hit the road again for the creek. However upon arriving at the turn off to the creek the road turned about as rough as the one that I provided us with a flat and without another spare there was no way that we were going to try to drive in. This meant that if I wanted to try to get some fish from the creek I was going to have to hike in.

The view from the first ridge across the Catlow Valley

I wasn't quite sure how far it was go to be to get into where the creek would become fishable, but I strapped on my hiking boots and hit the trail at around 11:00am. From looking at a topo map I knew that there was a high ridge that dropped into the headwaters of another creek and than a pass before I would reach the headwaters of the creek. The first ridge was a real butt kicker, with the summit being about 1,500ft above where I started. However the scene from the top was amazing giving me a panoramic view across the Catlow Valley and to the Steens Mountains.

Looking out from the top of the first ridge toward the pass into the drainage holding these rare trout

I worked my way down the road into the extreme headwaters of a small creek where there was a small guard station built back against the hills. This was a beautiful little area with high desert meadows and a few Aspen groves scattered throughout the valley. I took a quick break just beyond this in an aspen grove along the creek, before tackling the pass.

The bottom of the valley looking toward the guard station

The pass was quite a haul with the summit just below the top of the 8065 ft Warner peak. Just as I reached the top I had a solo pronghorn antelope run across the trail 50ft ahead of me and stop a short distance up the ridge to watch me pass.

The summit of the pass

It was a nice walk down the hill beginning in high desert sage brush and changing to a grove of aspens once I ran into the creek. The road followed the headwaters of the creek as it curved down the slopes of Warner Peak, but the creek was way to small too hold fish and it was evident that I would have to follow it till it added a few tributaries to its flow. Once the road emerged from the side of the mountain I got a view across the valley and could see that several miles out the creek traveled through a flat valley and picked up several tributaries. It was a long distance but hopefully I would find what I came for there.

Looking out across the valley

I arrived at the creek at around 2:45pm and had some lunch, than rigged up my 2wt with my favorite set up for native trout, a royal pmx and black copper john dropper. The creek was about a foot wide and three inches deep in most places and unfortunately was still too small and shallow to hold any fish, so I walked downstream another 1/4 mile where I stopped to watch a herd of pronghorns cross the valley. It was here that I finally found some holding water and began to try to locate some fish. I finally found a fish where the creek rounded a corner and dredged out a small pool. As soon as I saw the trout I knew that I had something unusual, as I have caught most of the varieties of trout on the west coast and had never seen a fish like this one. It had red marks of cutthroat, with a deep rose band and along its mid section and rosy gill plates. Beyond the caudal peduncle, its spots were concentrated above the lateral line and it was olive on the back transitioning to a brassy yellow color.

A small cutthroat with the traits of an Alvord, a red lateral line with sparse spots above it.

The creek

I continued to fish my way downstream, finding decent holding water every time the creek would round a bend. In fact each time that the creek hit a corner with a decent amount of flow, I could expect to hook up, catch or spook a trout. The creek was so small though, that my target to land my fly in was generally about the size of a 6" circle which could be especially problematic when the wind kicked up led to me spooking my fair share of fish. I caught a fair number of fish, most of which resembled Alvords, others appearing more like Lahontan cutthroat and some appearing like a cross between the two.

A small cutthroat with some of the traits of an Alvord, but a few to many spots

After working down the creek a ways and catching a fair few trout I decided that it was getting close to time to pull the plug on things if I didn't want to be hiking in the dark so I turned around and worked my way back upstream. Not too far from where I caught my first fish I saw a large trout holding in a pool that I had either spooked or missed on the way down, so I worked my way into position for a good cast. I made my cast and my fly landed just where it needed to be, as the fish confidently rose to take my dry fly. My line tightened and the fish was on with nowhere to go in his little pool. I landed the fish which measured 15" against my net and accurately matched the description of the long lost Alvord cutthroat. It was amazing that a fish this size could manage to survive among such meager surroundings.

The fish I was looking for a large 15" cutthroat with the outward appearance of an Alvord Cutthroat

After catching the big fish I managed to hook one more smaller one, which shook my fly loose. Once past this pool though, the creek ran into the bushes and there wasn't any good holding water so I began working my way back toward where I came from. To say the least the walk back out was torture.

Looking toward Warner Peak from the creek on the way out

The sun was at its hottest point at this time and the first few miles left me completely exposed to its burning rays. Although reaching the base of the pass meant that it was time to start on the long uphill trek, the shade of the trees that grew there also meant relief from the sun.

A tree full of buzzards at the base of Warner Peak on the way out.

The long up hill on the way over the pass

The hill up to the pass seemed to last forever, and once I was over it, I had to start on another hill again. Around 6pm the sun finally began falling behind Warner Peak and with the shade the walk become more bearable and the wildlife began coming out of the wood work.

A buck just before reaching the end of the road.

All told the hike ended up being an 20 mile round trip with a few thousand feet of elevation gain, but with the fish that I caught it was well worth it. It remains unclear how genetically pure these fish are, but Behnke has suggested that even if they aren't pure Alvords it may be possible to recreate the Alvord phenotype or genotype from these fish.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Eastern Oregon Trip Part I: Hosmer Lake Atlantic Salmon

I had a family event down in Sunriver Oregon, so I decided to expand it into a bit of a fishing trip. Last year I had fished Hosmer Lake which holds landlocked Atlantic salmon, but failed to land anything. This year I sought redemption for last year's skunking, but I had to take some serious punishment to accomplish my goal of catching an Atlantic salmon.

I left Sunriver around 8:30am and swung by The Hook fly shop to get my license and some info on how the lake was fishing and what flies were working. The guys at this shop were extremely helpful, and it ended up being a good thing that I stopped here as they warned me about a fire near the headwaters of the Deschutes River that had the main road to the lake closed down. This made my drive slightly longer as I had to go up and around Mount Bachelor, but I ended up arriving at the lake at around 10:30am. When I got to the lake it was partly cloudy, breezy and in the low 40's with a threat of rain and apparently the weather had scared everyone else off. I set up my Zodiac raft and hit the lake regardless of what the weather was doing.

I worked my way down through the channel and to the other side of the lake, using streamers, drys and nymphs without some much as a hit. Half of the problem was the wind which was so strong that at times it was pulling my anchor out of position and dragging me across the lake. About the time that I hit the far side of the lake the weather turned on me and it started pouring down rain. The rain and at times sideways rain would stick with me for the next couple of hours making me very glad that I brought my rain gear along.

Hosmer Lake, as another set of rainy weather begins to move in.

I hung out at the far end of the lake for a little while, but as I still couldn't get any fish and didn't like being so far from the car considering the conditions I began working my way back. I fished my way through most of the channel, and for a change the wind started working in my favor. The wind to drifted me back through the channel as if I were on a slow moving stream and made fishing slightly easier. I still couldn't get anything to hit until I tried an aggrevator prince nymph which brought me two long distance releases from so,e of the big Altantics and brook trout that hang out in the channel.

Hosmer Lake with the top of Mount Bachelor hidden behind the clouds

I got out of the channel and back into the south end of the lake at around 3:30pm, feeling defeated and just about ready to throw in the towel. However just before reaching the boat launch I saw a fish jump and decided to give it a few more minutes. This was a very good call as on the first cast in this spot I had a good hit but missed it and on the second cast I ended up with my first Atlantic salmon.

My first Atlantic Salmon

The fish in this lake are Sebago strain Atlantics and although not native to the west coast they were a new species of fish for me and it was a relief to finally catch one. The fishing remained hot in this spot for several minutes and I managed to land one more Atlantic out of the 7 or 8 that grabbed my aggrevator nymph. However last fish which was much larger than the rest managed to snap off my last on of these nymphs and I couldn't find anything else that they would hit on so I head back into to the boat launch. When got back to the caught it was 48 degrees out and all and all it was a successful day on the water.

Another Atlantic salmon

Friday, August 15, 2008

Kokanee on the fly!!

Both Clint and I have been wanting to fish for kokanee with fly gear for quite sometime and last night things finally came together. Kokanee are a lake dwelling form of sockeye salmon and being as sockeye are the only species of Pacific Salmon that I have yet to tempt to a fly, these fish have been on my hit list of quite a while. The lake that I chose for these fish has a fairly good population and better yet is less than an hour away from home. Way back before I switched to fly gear I used to fish this lake a lot for trout and we would intercept a stray kokanee or two on bait once and a while, so I knew that we should be able to find them here. I got off work and we loaded up the boat and headed out to the lake. When we got to the launch the air temps were in the 90's and getting the boat in amongst the swimmers who didn't seem to have any plans of moving was no small task.

The lake

After finally getting in no thanks to the swimmers baracade the fish finder showed a surface temperature of 79 degrees, and also began showing a few fish around 25 to 30 feet deep. As kokanee generally hang out just below the thermocline in the summer, these had to be what we were looking for. We rigged up our rods with full sinking lines and started dedging the bottom. I had chosen to put on a small red wooly bugger followed by a size 14 maggot pattern, while Clint had decided to take the attractor route opting for a bright pink streamer.

After about 20 minutes of dredging it finally happened, a couple taps and than a full fledged hook up. These little fish definitely have a lot of spunk and made for a lot of fun on a 5wt.

My first Kokanee on the fly

After getting him in, I saw that he took the maggot pattern and than quickly dropped my line again. Shortly after this Clint had a good take but missed the fish.

In the Kokanee zone

For the first hour or so it seemed that there was a school of fish hanging out off of a small point in the lake. We each got several hits in this spot but couldn't seem to get a good connection until Clint had a fish slam his fly and came up with a beautiful kokanee.

Clint's Kokanee

After the first hour or so the hits trailed off and we just couldn't seem to consistantly find the fish. Just before dark Clint got another nice kokanee and I lost another one, but with the failing light we decided to call it quits. It was a great day on the water and a new species of salmonid on the fly for both of us just made it even better!!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Back to the begining...

I ended up having a bit of free time today so of course fishing ended up working its way into my schedule. The day started out with a fruitless trip out to the Olympic Peninsula for chinook salmon and some retribution was needed. My thoughts immediately went to the local cutthroat pond. This place has special meaning for me, as it is where it all started. I learned how to fly fish here and gained a love for native trout species. All of the fish inhabiting this pond are native coastal cutthroat which generally hit flies with reckless abandon and fight like there is no tomorrow. What more can a fly fisherman ask for in a fish...

The local pond

The only problem with the pond during this time of the year is the excessive weed growth, which makes getting to and landing any fish no small task. However it also increases the productivity of the pond and when I got there, a decent damsel hatch was in progress and the fish were actively feed on the surface. I started out with a damsel dry and rose a fish on the first cast, but things slowed down after that. This led me to switch to a zug bug nymph and it was game on.

My first cutthroat of the day

The cutthroat appeared to be averaging about 8-10" this year and while the hatch was in progress it was some fast fishing with hits on most every cast. However the ratio of fish caught to lost due to the weeds was extremely high with about 2/3 fish shaking loose.

Another coastal cutthroat

I still managed to get about 10 cutthroat in a couple of hours of fishing including a couple 12" or better making for some fun on a a 2wt.

My big fish for the day a 13" cutthroat

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Central Washington Westslope Cutthroat

This past Saturday I found myself in need of some hiking and more importantly fly fishing for native trout. The day's weather started out in the typical Western Washington fashion with clouds and a threat of rain, making a trip to the sunny eastern slope of the Cascade Mountains sound very good. The stream that I would end up fishing, sort of choose itself. The original plan was to fish one of the rivers in the area, but on the hike in I first had to cross a crystal clear small stream with a nice deep pool and rising trout. This was to much to resist and I rigged up my 2wt rod with a royal pmx and black copper john dropper and started fishing. In the first pool I turned two fish, but couldn't get a solid hook-up so I headed downstream to search out some more productive water.

My first cutthroat from this stream

The stream flowed through a patch of forest here and when I came up to a small but deep pool I could see two trout holding in the shade just under a log jam. I placed my short cast into the main current and just as my fly reached the log jam I watch one of the trout cruise over and confidently grab my copper john. It was a good hook up and the fish thrashed around spooking the other fish before finally being brought to my net.

Another trout showing the coloration and spotting pattern typical of cascade westslope cutthroat.

Just below this was another pool with an exposed root wad. I placed my cast in a gap between the tangle of roots and watched cutthroat slowly rise to my royal pmx, however I was a little trigger happy and pulled the fly away before I had him on. This scenario played out several two more times before I finally got a solid hook up and landed another beautiful cutthroat.

The stream in the meadow section

A little ways below here I saw another cutthroat holding at the tail of a small pool, which readily fell for my nymph. After catching this fish the nature of the stream abruptly changed as it flowed through a meadow reminiscent of the Rocky Mountains. The stream meandered through this section and was a joy to fish even though it was suspiciously devoid of fish. I fished to the end of the meadow and not finding any more fish I called it a day.