December 10, 2013
What it all really comes down to?
Forget about what rod, line, reel, and all the other bullshit. The fish and what’s on the end of your line is what it comes down too.
While I’m not one to drop plugs. For those who don’t know, this is a source for those who like to tie/swim the big bugs
November 13, 2013
Fall. It’s been a beautiful Indian Summer with the exception of one “perfect storm” which I’m sure I’ll talk about for years to come. While the fall season was great…it was almost perfect.
Before the storm the fishing was good to exceptional, everything was coming together. The storm was something else, something beyond normal. As September rolled over to October, tributaries that were a mere trickle, swelled to raging muddy torrents. Anadromous fish always follow the water when they can, leaving the main rivers to their spawning grounds. We lost a lot of fish to the tributaries. Fish moved back in but, the fishing could’ve been, well, perfect.
While it could’ve been perfect, it was still pretty damn good.
Not sure if it was just me but, the colors of the changing leaves seemed more vivid this year.
While cute, this beav was not a welcome site. We had just risen a fish and were in the process of the routine and this giant beav swam through the pool. He was as pissed off as I was, invading his home pool, I understood as he got on his hind legs and made disturbing gestures and hard stares our way. We fruitlessly made casts at our fish, hope was lost for my client but I’ve had this happen before, right-fish-right time-doesn’t-matter. Then he made a swim back across the pool towards us, slapping his tail with a loud “BOOM” time after time, needless to say hope was now lost on me.
Every year is different and this was no exception, I saw some of the best steelheading I’ve ever seen and some of the toughest when it shouldn’t have been. Getting humbled is a good thing now and again, makes one appreciate it even more when you have one of those days when you can do no wrong. None the less, these fish never cease to amaze.
This is a smattering of clips that I took throughout the summer, nothing fancy.
Thank you to all of those who came fishing with me this fall. Had a great time with all of you, except for the ones I didn’t(you know who you are). Looking forward to this winter and seeing many of you again. Until then…
August 22, 2013
How to describe the past few months? That’s a hard thing to do. The river was, well, consistently inconsistent. Most days we got our shot but we had to work hard for them, something we are definitely used to on the North as they never come easy and that’s what makes them so special. I’m searching my brain for the right word to describe it, I’ll figure it out eventually. Stay tuned.
The beauty of this place never takes a day off.
In a year with not as many fish around (and just as many anglers) and tough conditions, you had to be on top of your game and as stealthy as possible. Metal wading staffs were turned away (who thought that was a good idea anyway), not just “right” presentations were called to “bring it back” more so than usual, ha, crouching approaches, different casting positions and angles, etc, etc.
You also had to move, faster, move faster, take your steps, “naw, gimme one more step…” “more line….a lil’more” Cover the water and cover as much as you can in a day, in the best of light.
As with all good things, mostly they’re are stumbled across. Not sure if this will last season to season but they were biting this year. While only landing a few, we hooked many. Talk about pull. ”There ain’t no nook”, yeah I’m not saying that.
Perseverance, knowing you’re going to hook one in every run and fishing it that way. A random, “here fishy fishy” ain’t gonna cut it, never has.
Summer is on the way out. Hopefully taking the heat and smoke along with it, and the high sun too. Fall. Bringing more fish, cooler nights, shorter days, lower water temps and longer shadows.
I had a great time with all those that I got to fish with, looking forward to fishing again and to what the fall may or may not bring. How many steelhead seasons do we get, right?
July 8, 2013
Yet another mine is being proposed, this time in our own backyard. A Nickel strip mine within the watersheds of the Smith and Illinois rivers. In some of the most pristine habitat for salmonids left in the lower 48. Please take the time to sign a petition and send a letter to the Obama administration to forever protect these watersheds.
Signing these will help protect these…
Be good to the fish and they’ll be good to you.
May 27, 2013
My summer steelhead season starts the same way every year, a solo trip. Expectations are low as there are very few summer-runs in the system but there is always a chance, I’d go even if there wasn’t. This is a trip to reconnect with the river after a few months of my “off season”. This is one of my favorite trips of the year, not many anglers in their right minds are there and that’s what I enjoy about it.
Most of the runs we fish in the summer are un-fishable during the winter. It’s like re-uniting with an old friend you have’nt seen in a long time. Memories of fish from summers past haunt as the fly swims through the water “the…, that one that just exploded on the dry beyond the lip, that one porpoising after it compleatly missing and never to be seen again, the one that came for every change never to eat, that one frieght training it and leaving the pool and gone…” and so on. Funny how that old adage holds so true, you remember the ones that get away the most.
After taking a few months off from steelheading, there are definitely insecurities as well. “Will I even remember how to catch one?”
Reel screaming like a banshee trying to keep up with line peeling off into the depths downstream and catching a glimpse of a cartwheeling fish outta the corner of the eye upstream and knowing that’s your fish, oh shit!, has to be one of the coolest moments in steelheading.
This time of year, it has to do more with getting extremely lucky. Stepping into the right run at the right time. There are no magic pools, these fish are moving and moving fast. Luck is the name of the game. Catching lightning twice, yeah right, right?
Fishing a gaudy fly, even for me, I got a pluck-pluck and brought the fly back to check it out. Watched it swimming in the water and thought, “that is just too nasty for a fish to eat, can’t beleive a trout even tried to.” Changed to a more respectable fly of sorts…next cast…
Something happened with this fish that I don’t see very often on the North, backing, lots of it. I’ve never had line escape my reel as fast as with this fish, no hesitation to leave the pool, it was instant. My reel literally smoked like a truck riding the brakes going down a steep pass, you could smell it, the S handle turned itself loose with the speed of the line, and was wobbling around while reeling, making strange noises. My left forearm became useless trying to keep up when she hesitated. Bo was freaking out. Over 200 yards later we tailed her in the shallows.
Anticipation is high for a good run this year. But reality is, is that it’s too early to tell, very early…only time will…
On another, more serious note, time is running out to voice your opinion on the Pebble Mine situation.
While never fishing in Bristol Bay myself and not sure if I’ll ever get to, I take great comfort in knowing there is a place where a salmon can be a salmon without our interfering with it, as should any fisherman/sportsman/anybody. This mine is for something that we as humans have placed value on, in the bigger picture salmon are invaluable to the earth and our existence. If you’ve taken the time to read this post, there’s no excuse not to comment(it’ll take less time to make your voice heard), you’ll feel better having done it. If you’re not convinced “Pebble” is a bad thing, watch this powerful video by Ryan Peterson then follow this link:
Rich & Bo
May 2, 2013
Opening day of trout season was this past weekend. I somehow over-looked it, damn.
See you this summer…
April 7, 2013
Winter steelhead fishing, it’s a strange game we play. Take a tough fish to catch and make it even tougher. When the odds are stacked against you, pushing it until that line tightens up. The rewards can be simply put…
John booked this day with me and brought along Chuck Volckhausen of wildwatersflyfishing.com John watched Chuck go 2 for 2, knowing John hadn’t touched an Umpqua fish before…I was putting him in the buckets, ” I just want it too bad” John says. ” Naw, she’s just making you work for it”, I’m thinking, then John sticks this guy, not bad.
Just a couple of reasons to chase winter steelhead.
Hope everyone had as good a season as I did, many thanks to all that fished with me, see you this summer!
Rich & Bo
January 14, 2013
The happy, warm, fuzzy days of summer are gone, as are the free rising steelhead. It’s time to get dirty, creepy and anti-social. Lying to friends and family about your whereabouts, listening to Tool, wading nips deep on your tip-toes to reach that pocket above a class 4 you just know there’s one in, mobbing down a cliff on the off chance there may be one living in that tail-out, T-20, XL lead eyes, 6 inch long flies. Yup, the good stuff.
Winter fish don’t come easy, you’ve got to be dedicated and willing to put in the time. Getting the skunk is inevitable, it’s gonna happen, don’t let that stop you. With the coastal rivers constantly in flux, time on the water is the key to winter success, learning where the fish hold at different flows is crucial. Winter waters hold their secrets tightly and so should you.
Wading and fishing a wild coastal river is as good as it gets for me. The beauty of both the rivers and fish that return to them are unbeatable. These are special places.
Eating good is another key.
One of the best lines I’ve heard from a gear guy in a long time, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like finger punching the whole thing, ” I saw you was a fly guy and I thought, man, are we gonna have to kick sum’s ass right now?” He also spouted off this gem, ” Not all the steelheads in this river are ocean run, there sum that are indiggness or sumpin, natives I dunno…” Just know he was a good dude and one you’d want on your side.
Go fishing with high hopes and no expectations…
Rich & Bo
November 11, 2012
The days are growing shorter, as is the fall steelhead season. Soon, we’ll be chomping at the bit for the first push of fresh winters. But until then, there are still plenty of opportunities at the last of the fall “freshies”.
The best week of the year, the “fly girls”…
It’s had to believe another guide season has come and gone for me. Where have the years gone? I remember my very first guide day 8 years ago, I was a scared young kid and we didn’t catch a thing. Much has changed since that first guide day, and so much has been learned.
The North Umpqua saw a great return this year, not sure what the actual count was but, the fishing showed that it was strong. Looking back, we typically saw multiple fish each day, of course there were some tough days in there to keep you humble. Some great fish were landed and some epic fish were lost…
It has been a little hectic the past month, a lot of travel from the North, Rogue, Trinity and the often overlooked Klamath. Dad, if you are reading this, yes I’m keeping the oil changed in the truck.
The Trinity has been a sweetheart. I think the Klamath/Trinity have the grabbiest steelhead on the planet. While any day spent on the river is special, the Trinity is especially for me. I just connect with the Trinity, can’t really explain it better. It’s kinda funny, and my clients can attest to it, when the fly is coming across through the goods, “right there, right THERE!”. That phrase comes out of my mouth without even thinking about it, sometimes with an arm motion of a steelhead turning on the fly, I dunno, I’m a little crazy about this. I do this on every river I guide but, on the Trinity, the fish make me look pretty good, ha.
Many thanks to everyone that came fishing this summer.
Rich & Bo
August 17, 2012
The blur, is when the days seem to run together, running around like a chicken that recently had its neck chopped. Getting up far too early and going to bed way too late. While no two days are the same, with a schedule of eat, sleep, fish, they tend to blur into one.
Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything, truth.
The river has shown us some exceptional days as well as days where we work our a$$es off for that one rise. What you do with that rise is up to you, let him eat it and enjoy the thrills of what make steelhead the greatest gamefish or jerk-it away from him and hang your head in shame, it’s your decision, I’ve been there too, trust me.
It’s a rare case these days when you’re surprised when you catch a hatchery fish. There’s not many places in the states like the North, probably the only one. Let’s keep it that way.
Rich & that black dog named Bo who wants to eat your fish.