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Gary

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Gotta make the best with what you have

After our last trip out to the Olympic Peninsula, Chris and I have been itching to get back out there. Especially since Blake had made it out there shortly after our last trip and had a pretty darn successful trip, which you can read about here. After several days of watching flows, when we both finally had a day off again it looked like river levels weren't going to be ideal, but we decided to go for it anyway. With that we met up at 4:00AM and were on our way for another day of steelheading on the OP.

The river

Upon arriving at the river it quickly became clear that the levels and amount of clarity were going to be an issue. In fact when we forded a tailout to get to one of our favorite holes there was only about eight inches of visibility. This meant that bright flies were likely bring us the best chances of success, so I rigged up with a nymph that I came up that has a copious amount of pink UV flash in it, followed by a glue egg. This step up definitely made a good a dirty water nymphing rig as Chris noted that all he could see an orb of pink drifting down the river with it.

Covering the water

We pounded the water in the stretch for several hours, but didn't see any real sign of fish and it seemed like that water was just to high so we decided to move downstream a bit further. We covered the entire next several hundred yard stretch downstream and Chris got one take down, but that was it. It was at this point that Chris pointed out that he had yet to drink his Red Bull and that this fact was putting a crux on our fishing. Sure enough he was right. I had only made a couple of casts after he cracked his Red Bull open and made a drift into a slot between a couple of boulders when my indicator went down. I set on it and at first thought that it was just bottom as it didn't budge, then the fish realized what had happened and took off.

Red Bull = steelhead???

The first thing that I could tell with this fish was that it was much bigger than the one that I had gotten on our last trip. The other thing was that it seemed to be quite a bit stronger. The fish ran me up and down the tailout a couple of times before I got it close enough to see that it was a nice about 9 lb chrome wild buck steelhead!! Wild steelhead are a very special fish and with the dwindling populations of these fish across the Pacific Northwest all of them should be released unharmed. Due to this fact Chris and I were extra careful with this fish and that meant that when he decided that he didn't want a photograph take he got his way. I was thrilled to have a had the opportunity to catch a fish like this and watch it swim away again to hopefully continue on to the spawning grounds.

I made a few more casts while Chris finished up his Red Bull and hooked into another fish just in front of where other one had been holding. However I only got a couple of head shakes out of this fish before it tossed my fly.

With that it was Chris' turn. Chris was fishing his new 12'3" Winston switch rod and while I could only reach the middle of the river with my single hander he was able to get to the seam on the far side. After a couple of casts his indicator went down and for a second I thought that had a good hookup, but like my last fish this one too was able to toss his fly. Only a few casts later Chris found another fish and this time got a solid hook up on it.

Chris hooked up

Chris fought this fish for a while, but while mine had decided to simply stay in the tailout his decided to head downstream. Chris followed the fish down and had to work to keep the fish out of the rocks and some snags along the bank, but brought the about 6lb wild buck steelhead within tailing range before long. Once again we were being very careful with this fish since it was wild and just as Chris went to tail it the hook popped out and the fish slipped back into the current.

The extremely short distance release of Chris' fish, we covered the pool for another a couple of hours, but it seemed that the effects of the mystic Red Bull had worn off so we decided to go try some new water.

In the first spot that we went to was a deep hole with a big eddy one our side of the river. We had only been here a couple of minutes when a fish rolled in the eddy Chris tried a few casts by didn't get any grabs on the inside of the eddy so he started working the seam on the edge. With that I took the inside and watch as the unknown fish rolled again. The current was pretty slow here so I was giving my fly some sporadic twitches downstream followed by a dead drift to give it a little extra action. I was in the dead drift part of this routine when my indicator started to move slowly upstream. I set on it and the water erupted as about a 10lb coho broke the surface. After a short battle (very short compared to any steelhead) I brought the fish in, pulled the UV bomb out of its jaw and turned it loose.

The culprit - a wild hen coho

We spent a little more time fishing this stretch after I turned the coho loose, but we still wanted to check out a hike in section of the river, so before long we headed out again.

We picked a stretch of river about a 1/2 mile from the road to try and found a nice hole were a tributary dumped in. While we saw a couple of fish roll in this stretch the only thing that we got from it was some lost flies so we kept moving downstream.

Chris working some of the hike in water

We covered a few nice runs downstream with no luck before the banks became to steep to continue and we had to turn around. While there was some nice water down in this section it definitely would fish better with less water, like most of the river.

The hike out was a bit steep...

After checking out the hike in water, we still had a little bit of daylight so we decided to head downstream and try out one more spot. However while we did see a few fish roll, the amount of daylight just didn't allow us enough time to properly cover the water and we had to call it a day.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Winter Steelhead Time

While the Puget Sound has been fishing good for sea-run cutthroat lately, during this time of the year it is hard to not think about winter steelhead. The only problem with this has been that November was an exceptionally wet month and virtually all of Washington's westside rivers have been blown out for the last three weeks. Over the course of this period Chris Ringlee (a fellow guide and co-worker at the fly shop) and I have been monitoring the river flows looking for a break and we finally got one this last week. With the rivers finally dropping back into shape, we decided to make the run out to one of my favorite Olympic Peninsula streams.

As with most steelhead trips, we got off to an early start and were on the road by 4:15AM, which placed us on the water just as the sun was rising. The air was crisp when we hit the water and the water had just about the perfect amount of color too it. Being that we were fishing a smaller stream, Chris and I both decided to toss nymphs although he was using his switch rod and I was stuck with my single hander. We both had a couple of takes in the first few runs, but no hook-ups so we went searching for some better water. I had fished this river last year and hooked a fish not far below where we were fishing, so we decided to see if we could find any fish in there.
The river

Once we got to this spot, it didn't take all of that long to see that there some fish around as one rolled right in front of us within the first five minutes. With proof that there were fish in this spot, Chris and I started pounding the water and before long he hooked into a good sized fish. This fish was extremely active and seemed to be bent on spending as much time out of the water as possible. The coloration of the fish looked a bit strange and at first we thought that it was just a dark steelhead, but after the fifth jump we got a good look at it and could see that it was about a 13lb chum that had grabbed Chris' egg imitation.

Chris' chum taking flight

This chum put up a heck of a fight, but before long Chris won out and then set him free again to continue upstream. After this we hit a bit of a lull and for the next hour or so we fruitlessly covered the water and started donating flies to the snags in the river like they were going out of style. However the lull couldn't last and Chris got a good take from a steelhead but missed it. Now that we knew that there was a fish holding in this section of the river we decided to rest it for a little while and cover the pools just upstream. I covered the pool just above where Chris had the grab, while Chris opted to grab lunch. It was here that we saw one of the worst displays of low-holing fishing ethics that I have ever seen. Although I am not going to name the culprit a certain Olympic Peninsula guide snuck into the spot that we were resting, not thirty feet below me, made one cast and caught a steelhead (probably the one Chris was resting...), bonked it, made a comment about that being a "good spot" then headed off downstream. I am not one to get to upset about sharing the water, but this was just something else. If I want to fish a spot were somebody else is, it is common practice to ask permission first, not to just barge right in. I might be able to excuse this with the average fisherman, but for a guide to do this it really left a bad taste in my mouth.


Covering the water

After the incident we had to once again rest the hole, but this time kept a much better eye one it. When it did come time to fish it again, I got the first shot at it and had a good take but missed. However before I could make too more tries at running my nymph rig through the hole again, Chris hooked into another fish in the hole above me.

Chris putting the hurt on his fish

This fish didn't seem to interested in jumping like the chum hadn't but instead tried to go deep. It didn't take Chris to long to get the fish into and we were surprised to see that it was a 10 lb chrome bright wild hen coho.

Chris' coho

After the coho fishing seemed to turn on for a while and Chris hooked up with a nice chrome steelhead that ran across the pool a couple of times before taking him right into a rock and coming off. Within about five casts of this, Chris hooked into a second larger steelhead that he had on for a few seconds but came unbuttoned. We worked the pool for another hour or so after this but before long decided that we wanted to try out some new water so we continued downstream. We covered a good 1/3 of a mile downstream and although it looked like good water, we didn't see any sign of fish so made the decision try out another stretch on the lower river while we still had some day light.

Working the way back upstream

When we got to our next spot, we figured that we only had about another hour to fish before dark, so we quickly found ourselves a nice run that looked fishy and got to it. Chris covered the pool first, while I came up behind him now using a pink and purple nymph trailed by an egg imitation. I was about half way through the run and had tossed my flies into a seam behind a log when my indicator shot under the surface. I set the hook and instead of feeling the dead weight of a snag, there was the clear throb of a head shake. The fish immediately took off down stream, but proved to be no match for my 8 weight and I was able to keep it fairly well under control. Before long I got the fish in close enough to get a good look at it and could see that I had a nice about 4-5lb chrome steelhead on the end of my line.

Me hooked up with some steel

The fish made a couple more runs and did a bit of thrashing on the surface before I pulled her into the shallows. I still couldn't tell if the fish was wild or hatchery and didn't want to drag it up on shore just in case if it was wild so instead I pulled it up onto a shallow shelf so Chris could check. This is where things went wrong. The fish was lying on its side in the water and Chris was making the check, when the fish decided to thrash and threw the hook. It sat on the shelf for a second, but before either of us could react, it slowly slide back into the current and out of sight. So technically I "landed" (it was on land at one point) my first steelhead on the fly, although I didn't get the honor of touching it or to get a photo as I would have liked to.

After my very short distance release of the steelhead, we covered the rest of the run without any further sign of fish. We did have a whole lot of day light left at this point, but fished through the next run before a lack of light forced us off of the water. All and all it was a great day on the water. We caught some fish and hooked a few others, which is more than I could ask for. I can definitely say that I will be back out there again the first chance that I can get!