Touchet River - 24 Dec 2009

A beautiful Christmas Eve morning searching the Touchet River for steelhead. I stopped at the lower river off Touchet Rd, but found the water still pretty dirty from rain a couple days ago. Continued up to the highway bridge at Lewis and Clark SP and fished up from there. I shared a stretch of water with a couple turkeys (not Rob and Tom, a couple wild ones that flew overhead). A few decent looking holes, no sign of any steelhead, but caught one nice rainbow (purple egg-sucking leech). One of the best holes in this stretch that had been there since I first moved here in 1990 is gone. A change in the river above the state park completely filled in the long, deep hole by the rock wall that used to be there.

Methow Steel II

What better way to spend "Black Friday" than fishing for steelhead in the almost pitch black early morning hours? I took Katie (Anderton) and her friend John (Maughan) up to the Methow as they wanted to go fishing. After warning them that some people fish for several years before catching their first steelhead, John proceeded to hook and land about a 24" wild steelhead within about 5 minutes of his first cast! I'd like to say it was the quality of the guiding service, but we know that's not true. He lost another one a short time later. Both of these in the hole above the bridge (if you have a need to know, you know which bridge). We moved downstream, where I hooked and briefly fought a nice one in the hole at the bend before losing it. It was a gorgeous morning, a great day to be on the river, and a very memorable one for John. And Katie did a pretty good job of handling a fly rod, too! Great job!

Search for Steel on the Tucannon....

was unsuccessful. Spent 4 hours at a stretch of the Tucannon I had visited before. Caught a 15" bull trout in the first hole on a purple egg-sucking leech (sorry, no photos). Landed a couple 10" rainbows later, and turned a couple more. Pretty slow morning. The river has changed quite a bit from when I visited a few years ago. Not nearly has many holes, several new channels. I don't think there will be a repeat trip here this year.

Methow Steel

A quick early morning trip to the Methow was rewarded with a small non-clipped steelie to hand and another of unknown genetic heritage fought and lost within the first hour. Thanks for the photo, Dad. Then dweebs showed up in the downstream river, cutting off my access to additional water. So we packed up and came home. Caught on pegged bead - thanks, Tom!

The Fishin' Bishop

I had the opportunity to go with the Fishin' Bishop this morning, and what a morning it was. Hooked five and landed three on the Wenatchee. Unfortunately, none were "bonk-able" so the steelhead dinner will have to wait for another day. I probably won't make it back out until I have to knock the ice out of the guides. Oh well.

STEEL!!! October 19, 2009

At last there is something worth posting on the fishing blog! Native steel was landed on the Wenatchee this morning. Rob and I got in a couple hours of pre-work fishing. The river had colored up and come up about a foot since I was last out with Hannah in the backpack.

Rob and I tried the Turkey Shoot run out of Cashmere. Nice water, but no tugs. When we got to our spot at Monitor we started fishing the tailout of a run. There were old kings rolling on the surface. We fished for a while and Rob had a solid hit that took his bottom fly, an egg pattern. I moved up a little and mooched Rob's water (after he had moved upstream a bit).

I was fishing a black Kauffman's Stone with a size 8 prince trailer. When I laid a nice drift through the area where Rob had his hit I saw the Thingamabobber dive under. I lifted up and could feel solid resistance. I knew it was a king or a steelie. It didn't really run much for about 20 seconds, so it left me guessing. Then it put on a nice run with an acrobatic leap into the air. No doubt at this point.

The fish took me all the way across the river into the backing and into some heavy water. I was worried that the pull of the water on the fly line would cause the tippet to break, so I kept my rod high to try and keep as much line off the water as possible. After taking me down a couple rapids, I coaxed the beast to shore.

Enjoy the pics below.

Just landed and hook out.
Legal fish picture for a wild fish.

At least there is some water dripping off the fish!

OK, maybe there's not a whole lot of water dripping now, but I covered the adipose fin with my thumb. Maybe this was a hatchery brat???

The Creek, October 6, 2009

Haven't visited this little piece of heaven for some time, so I just had to stop on the way back from picking Sarah up in Wenatchee. Grandpa is always looking for a chance to spend time with his kids and grandkids, so he came along. It took a little bit for Sarah to get reacquainted with the art of fly-fishing, but once she did the fish were no longer safe.

The creek is badly in need of 1) a grader on the steep part of the road on the first switchback, and 2) a major flood to flush things out. The road will soon be difficult passage for low clearance vehicles. And the creek is not only overgrown with trees, but grass is filling in all the way across the creek so in many places the stream is flowing through a mat of grass. But anywhere you could drop a fly in, there was a fish or two. I love this place, even in its overgrown state.

Kulik River

Again, thanks to Michelle for posting this on her blog!

Our last day fishing was AWESOME! We had to leave early, just like normal, and get on a plane and fly to the river. The amazing thing about the Kulik is that it is only 1/2 mile long. And we were able to fish just about the entire day in one spot.

This is my grandpa and I wading to shore after getting off the plane in the morning.

The first "real" fish I caught was a rainbow that had previously broken it's back. can you see how it looks humped? The rainbow stripe follows the hump. Somehow this little guy managed to survive breaking it's back, and is still around to show it.

In this daddy-daughter picture, my dad has a bigger fish than me. It happens.

And this is my beautiful rainbow. In front of some beautiful land. While I'm kneeling in a beautiful river.

There were so many bears! I saw at least four different mammas with their cubs. And one juvenile, and at least one big male. They were so fun to watch! And they weren't threatening at all. We take a lot of precautions so that the bears won't associate humans with food. We eat only in the boat (so all the crumbs fall into the boat which we pack out with us).

See the red fish I'm holding? That's a sockeye. I caught a lot of those, but usually they aren't fun to catch. The sockeye have reached their nesting grounds, and most of them have already mated. They are just swimming around waiting to die. This is the kind of fish the bears eat. But this sockeye (shown below) fought like mad. I was sure it was a trout because it was so alive, running with my line, swimming all around the stream. But it was a beautiful sockeye! And now my fish is bigger than my dad's fish. :)

This is a movie of a bear fishing. He just jumps in and pops out with a fish in his mouth! It was amazing to watch.

And this is what the sockeye look like underwater.

You know how every fisherman had those awesome pictures of them holding a fish? And you wonder why fish hold still for them? Well, the truth is that fish don't hold still. I snapped this picture of my dad failing to hold onto his fish. This is what I look like so much of the time. :) (don't worry, he just picked the fish back up (it was still hooked) and we took a good picture).

And these cute little guys were my "pet" white fish. They always swam about six inches off my boots. I was proving a break in the current, and they enjoyed resting there.

Heavenly Creek (aka "Hike of Death")

Again, original post can be found on Michelle's blog .

Our third day in Alaska, my dad and I decided it would be fun to hike into the Headwaters of Brooks Lake. It's a 2 mile hike across the tundra in this trail that has been used for longer than humans have been around. The tundra is so beautiful!

When we got to the creek, we were quite warm from our hike, so the cool water felt good. And while there was plenty of bear tracks, there were no bears to be seen. Probably because there were almost no Sockeye to be found either, and the bears eat the Sockeye. And because the trout eat the eggs from the Sockeye that don't make it into the redd (salmon nest), there were very few trout.

I only caught a handful of fish, but the greylings are particularly cool. They have this dorsal fin that can stand up really high:

The fin is half again as big as the fish!

After lunch, we needed to make a decision: 1) stop fishing sooner and hike back out the way we came, or 2) keep fishing downstream and hike to the lake. Both places were about 5 miles away (straight line distance) at the time we made our decision: hike to the lake. Nobody had ever done it before, and we figured we could handle the extra hiking.

On our way our we found a pocket of spawning silver salmon. Thy were fun to catch and are quite colorful in their mating colors.

After we caught some silvers, we had to leave the riverside and hike cross-country. There was no trail, but we had a GPS and coordinates. And we were INSANE. Tundra is a unique surface to walk on. It sinks when you step on it (anywhere from 4 to 8 inches of give), but it doesn't push back on your foot (it isn't very springy). But when you step off it, the tundra fluffs back up. Hiking across the open (thawed) tundra in waders wasn't very easy. I shoved my fishing rod down the pants because I couldn't carry it. I had to use my hands to pull up on my waders so my feet didn't get stuck. It was harder than hiking uphill in sand. I had to lift my feet twelve inches in the air for each and every step. And it was so hot. And I didn't know how I could keep going. I felt like I would cry when I found out that we weren't even half way there after an hour of hiking. I started counting my steps to keep my mind occupied. I got to 1,250 or so before I got distracted by TREES.

A ridiculous amount of time later (but only 30 minutes late for our pickup time), we arrived at Brooks Lake. HALLELUJAH! I was so happy to be done.

We were the first (and probably last) people in the history of the lodge to attempt (or succeed) in this feat. We just might have made it into the lodge lore :)

American Creek

Also pulled from Michelle's blog.

My second day in Alaska was awesome! We got into a float plane and flew to a national park. We had a satellite phone in a metal brief case. And our food was kept in bear barrels. I was excited!

My first fish of the day ended up being the biggest of the trip - 25.5"! I was very excited.

This is a fun daddy-daughter picture. Notice how my fish is bigger than his? This day I caught more rainbow trout than he did. It was pretty awesome.

Another beautiful rainbow.

I love this shot that Kate took. It shows off the beauty of the fish.

And this lovely specimen is called a Dolly Varden. It's named after a character in a Charles Dickens' book. It has pink polkadots on its side and it looks like it's wearing orange lipstik. It's pretty awesome. :)

Naknek River

Michelle wrote about our Alaska trip. The original blog post can be found here.

As a graduation present, my dad took me to Alaska to go fly fishing out of King Salmon. I wasn't entirely sure how much fun I would have, but I was pretty sure I would enjoy myself.

On the first day, I got up and ate the wonderful, cooked-to-order breakfast. Then I got dressed in a lot of layers to keep warm, and off we went into a boat. My dad and I looked much larger than we normally do. I felt like the kid in "A Christmas Story;" very puffy.

This is a TROUT. I didn't know that trout came so big! It was 25" long. The fish is silvery even though it is a rainbow. That's just the coloring of the rainbows in this river. I was so proud of my very large fish.

And this is the smallest catch of the day. I somehow managed to hook a very small fish. I only realized that I had him on when a much larger fish tried to eat this smallish one. I couldn't hook the larger one because this small fish was covering the hook! I believe the little fishy survived (well, he swam away after I released him).

A Funny thing Happened on the Way to the Family Reunion...

August 20, 2009 Somewhere in Eastern Washington

I was supposed to fly back from Michigan to Spokane on Wednesday night for our family reunion in Couer d'Alene, but flight cancellations and rescheduling brought me back to Pasco the following morning. I was already going to miss the afternoon activities, so what else to do on the way to the family reunion when I knew I'd be passing within a few miles of a rather out-of-the-way stream....? Tom knows the right answer. I promised Carlynn no more than 30 minutes, and actually held to it. Brought about 8 to hand, including a nice little brookie.

Biggest of the day

An occasional surprise brook trout

North Fork Rattlesnake Creek

Saturday, August 15, 2009

With my horrible travel schedule this summer, I could see summer fishing opportunities quickly vanishing, so I canned my tomatoes, took care of my garden and honey-do list, and slipped away Saturday afternoon to commune with a couple small streams.

First stop was Little Rattlesnake Creek, where I stopped a short distance up the Little Rattlesnake Road (I normally go a mile or two further up). Nothing remarkable, some scattered small fish, rainbows rather than the cutts I normally catch further up. Small, dry caddis fly. I'd go further up next time. I think 8 or 10 fish in about 45 minutes.

Little Rattlesnake Rainbow

My real destination was about 7 miles further up the Forest Service Road, North Fork Rattlesnake Creek. Stopped here last summer and caught quite a few just up from where it enters Rattlesnake Creek. The road quicly climbs quite a ways above the creek, and I had looked down and wondered what the creek was like in that narrow canyon. I started at the turnout just past the bridge and fished up about 1/2 mile through a narrow, steep walled canyon. Steep climb out when you get to the talus field of broken basalt takes you right to the road where it switches back on its way to McDaniel Lake. Really pretty water, lots of pocket water, some nice holes.

But the catching was rather scattered, a lot of water that looked like it should have fish didn't bring any rises. Not nearly as many fish as my brief stop the previous year. Probably two dozen or so in a couple hours. Biggest was a 10-inch cutt, very pretty (see picture). What ended up working best was a dry caddis with a bit of red at the tail (I don't keep track of names of flies). All the fish I caught were pretty fat in the belly, so they may just be more selective because they are stuffed. When I fished Rattlesnake last year, I found I had little action until I hit on just the right fly, and then there were fish everywhere. Pretty hike, pretty fish, it was hard to stop fishing because you could always see one more run just upstream. When I'm in the area again, I'll stop and check it out even further upstream.

N Fork Rattlesnake 10" Cutt

N Fork Rattlesnake Rainbow

Chiwaukum Lake

August 6-8, 2009 I took the scouts to Chiwaukum Lake (12 mile hike in) and we day hiked to Larch Lake (2.5 miles further), total elevation gain for the trip was 4,200 feet. Found voracious cutthroat trout in Larch Lake, Larch Creek, Ewing Creek. One Larch Lake Cutthroat in photo, not the biggest, but a nice place to photo it where I landed it. Caught 50-60 fish here. Largest was 11 inches. Inlet stream to Chiwaukum Lake held lots of 9-10" brookies.

Following morning caught 10" cuttrhroat in Chiwaukum Lake on first cast. Smaller brook trout after that.

Brian and I were speedier hikers coming out so we stopped and fished at the creek crossing of the North Fork of Chiwaukum Creek (cutts and brookies and hornet stings, oh my!) as well as Glacier Creek (cutts), South Fork of Chiwaukum Creek(rainbows), and main stem of Chiwaukum Creek (cutts, bows, and brookies). We caught 46 on our hike out. We found fish in seven separate lakes and streams. A great hike, and a great fishing adventure!

Nunya

Nunya Creek
July 30, 2009

Fished Nunya today and landed between 10-15 trout. An equal mix of browns and rainbows. The pictured rainbow was in the drop off hole. It fought like a demon! While only 19-20" it was super thick.


The following pictures are all of a 26" taped brown. It took a pink chernobyl ant with a tiny sip about 4 inches off a rock wall. I didn't think it was that big until it peeled off line in an upstream run and jumped twice. It was fought, revived and released.




I also ran into a 4 foot + rattlesnake. I had the snake chaps on, but did still scream like a little girl!

Good day!