Grandpa does it again

Dad did it again yesterday when we were at the FRC.  He landed the biggest rainbow and hooked an even bigger one.  We had sunshine and calm so the shadow of the boat and lines was spooking the fish.  Water is crystal clear so I saw them scatter as we approached and as the lines passed overhead.  It made for some challenges, but better than Saturday when I was there with Scott and Keenan fighting what seemed to be gale force winds.  I caught bigger fish on Saturday than yesterday.

Biggest to net was 17" for Dad.  I caught mostly little guys.  Dad had a BEAST to the boat, but I was unable to net it and it ran again (probably saw my ugly mug) and then it straightened out his hook.  Kind of tough to land one with a straight hook.  I'd have like to have gotten it into the net to measure and get a photo.

Rainbows, Tigers, & Browns (Oh my!)

Fished 10:30-1:00 today with Dad.  I used intermediate line; he used sink tip.  Overcast conditions.  Wind picked up after 12:00.  Caught fish consistently.  Dad said it was his best trip ever to the FRC.  Fish were from several age classes--most were the brand new plants which kept action going, half a dozen of the intermediate plants (see rainbow photo) ranging 14-17". 

At first, I was catching and Dad would get a hard hit, bring his line in and have his flies broken off.  He was using the sink tip so was deeper and the fish must have been bigger.  I think it was frustrating as he would be tying on a new bugger and I'd land another fish.  He made up for it toward the end of the day besting me by about a 2:1 ratio down the stretch.

I caught two tigers--one 17" between boat launch and feeding raft, the other at the opposite corner that went 18".  They should be getting large enough to start slurping bluegill and size up considerably more.  

Dad got the fish of the day in the corner diagonal to the boat launch--a 21" brown.  Tried to get a photo, but keeping the net over the water, the lively fellow went leaping as soon as Dad touched him and out of the net and into the drink and away he went.  Probably shouldn't have tried to one-hand it.  (A better son would have helped to make sure he got the fish in hand to get the photo instead of just holding the net and camera and watching the entertainment.) My rubber mesh net has measurement scaling on the bottom so I gauged size when I was removing the hook.

Dad caught most of his on a green woolly bugger with a cone head; most of mine were on a small chronomid, but I caught 4 on the black woolly bugger with an orange egg head.  Saw a pair of osprey but no predatory mammals. A great day at the FRC!

Adding Merrill Girls to the Merrill Boys Blog

Alyssa and Hannah joined Tom today at the FRC pond.  It was a rare warm and wind-free day in Ellensburg.  We were the only people on the lake.  Not much surface activity, so we went with buggars and sink-tips.  The action was steady for the almost two hours we fished.  Alyssa finished with 8 to the boat and Hannah managed 5.  After Hannah got the first 2, Alyssa labeled Hannah the "Fish Whisperer".  What a compliment!  I hope I earn that one some time!

Fish of the day goes to Hannah, who started with an 18" brown and finished with a 25-27" bow that came off at the boat.  Her farming out her fish further clarified the fact that she is a relative to Rick.

About 1/2 the fish were recent plants that were about 12" and the others were more typical in the 18-20" range.  Just the one hog.

Good day!

Big Lost and More

Just back from a trip to fish the Big Lost River, oh, and to pick Sarah up from BYU-I....

 

Melinda came with me to keep me company and to surprise her Sister.  After staying in Boise Thursday night, we stopped briefly at the fly-fishing only section of the Little Wood River.  Found a nice little stretch of rapid water, not much in the way of fish.  One small brown to hand, one missed, and a nice sized one followed.  The one I caught hit the strike indicator and was hooked with great skill in the side on a size 16 CGPPN.  The big one followed a black streamer in.  A lot of slow meanders with deep holes on this stretch.  Pretty water this time of year, but I think it warms up to marginal temperatures in the summer.

 

We continued on to the Big Lost River and found the river much smaller than when I fished it in September on the way back from Rexburg (about 110 cfs versus 250 or 300 cfs).  Found similar fishing - good!  Caught them on both size 12 CGPPN and size 18-20 nymphs (I can never remember the names - small ones).  

Rick's largest fish

Melinda got into the action in a nice run with lots of smallish trout feeding at the surface.  We each caught quite a few smallish rainbows, taking turns with my new 6-piece stowaway rod, which was christened on this trip.  

Mel and a beautifully colored rainbow

 Then, I found one of the bigger ones, about 18-inches, which Mel fought and brought into the water in front of her, but came unhooked before I could get it for a picture (I lost my net somewhere).  A short time later, I saw a similarly sized big boy slice across the top of the water right in front of us.  Mel tossed her flies just upstream and we watched as her indicator went down right in the area where the big fish had been.  Could it be? Our question was answered by the large fish leaping several times out of the water.  I'm pretty calm when I hook a nice one, but I lose it when one of the girls gets one.  Poor Mel.  I started shouting instructions - fight it with your hand, not the reel! Let the line slide through your finger if it starts pullin hard!  Tip up!  Get its head turned!  Bring it to shore!  All so fast she can't even process what I'm saying.  Despite my help, she brought a beautiful 17-inch rainbow into the shallows, the largest fish of the trip, caught on a size 20 nymph.

Mel and the biggest fish of the trip

On the way out I returned to the first hole for "two more casts".  On about the tenth cast, I caught this beautiful brook trout, a nice end to a beautiful day, and we turned towards Rexburg and the real purpose of our trip.

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 The next after loading up all Sarah's stuff, we left Rexburg for home with a couple stops planned on the way with potential fishing.  After driving through steady 30 mph winds and rain, we stopped in Burley for breakfast.  We had a hint of blue sky to the west and a little hope that the rain would stop so we could visit Box Canyon Creek, part of Thousand Springs State Park in SE Idaho.  The creek was reported to have trout.  As we drove the final few miles, the clouds thinned and blue sky appeared in the west.  By the time we arrived, the sun was out, but the wind was undiminished.  We hiked into this beautiful canyon fed by 180,000 gpm springs thought to originate from the lost rivers to the north.  The water really is Carribean blue!  We followed the trail along the rim of the canyon, down into the canyon, and to the waterfall partway down the canyon.  The canyon bottom is extremely brushy, with only a few places to access the river, and no real banks.  The wind was blowing steadily about 30 mph up canyon along the river.  Add to that poison ivy that was just starting to leaf out growing throughout the brush, and there wasn't much in the way of fishing.  I did pull one small chester out of a little run that I could get to and had another strike (size 12 CGPPN), but even without the wind it would be hard to fish this one.  But if you are in the area, it makes a wonderful stop to get out and stretch the legs before continuing on your journey.  Last stop was a look at the Malad River where it exits the mouth of the gorge, with not intention of fishing given the wind.  This one is reported to have nice trout fishing, but was running high and fast with runoff.  I'll have to see how it looks next September!

At the head of Box Canyon

Girls on the cliff above the springs

Waterfall on Box Canyon Creek

Spring as it was meant to be...

I needed to get one more day of fishing before my license expired, so I called Tom and suggested we check out the early season on Lenore, then head to Dusty if there was time.  The day was absolutely gorgeous - calm, sunny, warming as the sun got higher in the sky.  But Lenore was a bust, with murky water from the spring turnover and no apparent action from fish near the shore.  We quickly left and headed for Dusty.  It was a beautiful hike as always.  We met an LDS troop from Issaquah camped there, and I got to explain to them a little about the Ice Age Floods that carved out this unique area.  We even found a few fish, though nothing spectacular.  I believe the fishing on the shore peaks a little earlier, about the third week in March; either that or there are too many people making the hike down from the put and take lakes and hauling out more fish than allowed.  Regardless, we had fun sight fishing to a few of the fish that were cruising the shore, and got our share of the beautiful sunshine.  Fish were really fat with bulging bellies.



I'm fishing and you're not

Tom said that the unspoken message of this post was, "Rick I went fishing today, and you didn't" so rather than write something flowery that delicately makes the point I'll just say it.

We headed to the Methow before dawn seeking steelhead and had no success at bridge and fish weren't visible.  We went up to Winthrop and fished below the bridge and Tom found this nice cutthroat trout.  He thought it might be a small steelhead until he saw the slashes on the throat.

Pretty fish, sunny day, good company.  It rarely gets better than this!  Of course, Rob didn't catch a fish so the previous sentence implies that he rarely catches fish.

Winter is officially over...

Winter is officially ended with a beautiful, sunny day of trout fishing.  Started at the Ford (well, after the #7 meal with O.J. at McD's).  One car at each of the first two parking areas, no cars at the last one (by noon when I left, there were 9 cars at the third parking area!).  Things were a little slow, more Ford-like than the last couple trips where the fish were waking regularly after a rapidly stripped fly.  No chases at all this time with a fast strip of a skinny green leech above the bridge (perhaps the water is colder).  Landed one below the bridge swinging/slow stripping the leech. 

Dumb fish flipped right before I took the picture, ruining his great colors reflecting the early morning sun

Moved down to the skinny water and hooked nice one on a small prince nymph, but it broke off.  Farther down the skinny water, there was no sign of fish, so came back up and tried small nymphs and stripping small and large flies.  Some of the little holes were packed with something like a dozen 20" to 25"+ fish, and I broke a couple off on the hit while stripping, but managed to catch only one very small fish, about 7".  Went back above the bridge, and just before leaving, hooked and landed a 26" football.  A good way to end the morning at the Ford.

This thing hand measured at 26"; took a while to get in on 5x tippet

With the whole day free, I decided to stop at Little Nunya "on the way" home, not knowing if it would be fishable with the snow that has been melting.  Approaching from the north, I was happy to see clear water, which though a bit high, was fishable at the bridge.  Rigging up, I realized I had left my psycho prince box at home!  Luckily, I had some other similar nymphs.  Caught four under the bridge, about twenty from the hole above the bridge, and only one from the little run above that (it was pretty fast water there).  Size was much better than the summertime, with all but a couple in the 10" to 13" range.  Funny thing was, didn't see a fish anywhere else below the bridge.  I started walking down to the falls, but noticed a large No Trespassing or Fishing or Hunting sign on the other side of the river where the fence is.  I don't remember seeing that before, so unless we can find someone to ask permission, that stretch may be lost to us.  Sad!

Beautiful rainbow from Little Nunya