June 1, 2015
Come join Whitney Gould, Jason Hartwick and Rich Zellman on the mighty Klamath River, and be engaged in all things spey/all things steelhead for three days of on the water guided instruction.
The Jefferson Spey Sessions were designed to target sink-tip and floating line spey cast fundamentals, both for those who are developing new skills and those who want to evolve what they already know. No spey casting experience required. Gain confidence in the swung fly for summer/fall steelhead, wherever they may take you. Spend three days floating the lower Klamath in one of the wildest corners in California. Big, broad, classic, bouldery riffles and never ending tail-outs invite the spey rod and swung fly. With the Klamath’s famed half-pounders eager to pounce and the bigger late run fall adults beginning to show, opportunities to put new skills to the test abound. Whitney, Jason and Rich share a passion that is unmatched for teaching, spey, steelhead and watching their students grow. Experience a day with each of them and you’ll emerge from the Jefferson Spey Sessions a spey caster and more seasoned angler.
Enjoy three nights of lodging at the historic Klamath River Lodge, which sits atop two prime steelhead runs. Built in the 30’s, by a steelhead fly-fisherman so that he could revel in the spoils of the lower Klamath. Sold in 1964 to the present owner, the lodge now is a staple among fall steelheaders and rarely has a vacancy from September on. Guests return year after year. Rustic cabins nestled amongst the trees offer, clean, comfortable rooms and all the necessary amenities, at double occupancy. Jason, Rich and Whitney are excited to share this place with you!
All meals will be hearty and delicious, provided and prepared by Whitney, Jason and Rich.
The Jefferson Spey Sessions are limited to six angler students to ensure quality one on one instruction.
Two sessions are available for this coming fall season:
- November 13-15
- November 20-22
Klamath River Lodge, Orleans, CA
$1495 includes three nights of lodging, food, and three full days of guiding/instruction
Jefferson Spey Sessions will cover the following and more:
- All necessary spey casts, both river right and river left
- Swinging flies
- Reading water
- Steelhead fishing
- Fly selection
What to Bring:
- 2015 California fishing license and steelhead report card
- waders, boots, warm layering and rain jacket
- personal fishing gear(no rods or reels yet, no problem. They can be provided.)
For booking and more info, contact:
Jason Hartwick firstname.lastname@example.org
Rich Zellman email@example.com
April 14, 2015
We need to protect these rivers for good and for all. Please take a few moments, hit the link below to sign the petition to keep these rivers wild and safe.
April 7, 2015
Winter has passed, short, damp, warm…damn.
A hunger still growls for the low light and upstream coastal breezes with a hint of salt that bear a chill, unremedied until looking into the distant eye of a scarce quarry, when nothing else matters.
The winter run…
Many thanks to those who came fishing with me this winter. It was great to spend time on the water with you all. Looking forward to seeing many of you again this summer.
Into the void for now…
November 20, 2014
Movements through and between mountain ranges, valleys and passes were many. The odometer on the ol’truck ticks ever higher, striving toward greatness. Greatness being if it’ll make it to 300 thousand. Fall brings many rivers into their prime, time spent on the road is just part of it.
It’s a good path. Thanks to all that make it possible.
August 26, 2014
Slowly, summer seems to crawl in, and how quickly it fades away into the longer nights of the fall to come. Every year chasing the next, faster faster faster. As the seasons go by at a high step, the game slows down. The subtleties becoming more obvious and the enjoyment of more than just the fish, far more apparent. The fish are what keeps the head in the game but it’s the rushing water wrapping round the legs, the trees, twittering birds, crawdads at your feet, young of the year darting form your shadow, “smell that cedar”, stoneflies fluttering, caddis crawling, baldy fly-by, a visit with the man at the pool, midday naps, living down by the river, GBH stretched out roosting, the sweet foam line, blackberries ripened in the shade, the moment your new pup realizes there’s something alive at the end of the line, cup of black coffee watching the sunrise, going for a hike over fishing, meals of red meat, green bedrock glowing, pissed-off bald faced hornets, #6 with bacon at the Inn, that orange rock one seems to be on every time, trying something new, log jams of winters past, free pumice, butterflies, tiger lilies, pea-blossoms all summer, kingfishers, when-I-dip-you-dip-we-dip of the dipper, the hot-spot no ones caught onto yet, old-growth, shade, swim/guide bath in the creek, sleeping in, the change, the good’ol boys back year after year, Norman and his Koi pond at the Dogwood, goosebumps, cell service at Baker, Little Pizza Paradise, the “steelhead tree”, nobody around, thunderstorms, greenness, good friends, and the fish are pretty damn special too…
What a great few months this has been. Full of all the right stuff, the good, bad and the ugly. One more before I go…
February 14, 2014
The wait is over, rivers are rising and falling to rise again. The days of checking and re-checking the forecast in hopes that the last day of the 10-day would show rain, a dozen or so times in a 24 hour period are over, for now anyway. Now it’s checking and re-checking to see when it’s going to stop a dozen times a day. Playing the guessing game of when it’ll be fishable again, is the forecast right? Will that half inch of rain two days from now stop it from dropping into shape three days from now? Constant over analysis of differing scenarios and what river to be on and when. With a few days of blowout in the books and a few more ahead all I can do is wait. If you’ve been waiting for the rain to go fishing, that’s too bad…
While it hasn’t been the best start to the winter steelhead season thus far, it still started and you don’t catch them from home.
Looking forward to the next few months and what curves are going to be thrown and the adjustments that’ll have to be made.
February 6, 2014
It doesn’t take a scientist to understand what will happen if we start taking wild fish out of our rivers. It’s common sense really. The past is all you really need to look at, or the state of Washington at present. The future has its own tale to tell as well, population growth, which accounts for countless strains on watersheds, water, logging, fishing pressure, etc., etc. The fish are going to need all the help we can give them. Taking fish out of the system is unwarranted.
It’s not about subsistence anymore, you’d be killing because you can, not because you have to. I mean, take the money you’d spend on your fishing license, tackle and gas and you can buy a few weeks worth of food. Even though we can’t kill wild fish on the Umpqua, the fishing pressure has not subsided, actually it seems to have increased, this means the gas stations, restaurants and hotels are still getting theirs. There has got to be a bigger reason why we fish for them. While I can’t put the reason into words, we’re all there for the same thing (even the guys that want to whack’em), just can’t describe it. Shouldn’t this be good enough?
Kill. Kill. Kill. And nobody wins.
“For the North Umpqua, where we have the most accurate information on wild winter steelhead abundance, the PVA Model found that the population could withstand a sustained harvest rate close to 50% without increasing its long-term risk of extinction.” – Coastal Multi-Species Conservation and Management Plan
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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?