Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
This morning I woke up at the crack of too early, rolled out of bed and drove throught the darkness and smoke to the other side... .. .. Smithers.
I got to the Bulkley river where a couple people were casting spoons in the run above where I began my day. I put together my spey rod, threw on my favorite weighted black and blue intruder fly and started working the water. I had only been there for about half an hour, slowly working my way down a nice long run, when a couple arrive. She goes to the run upstream and he... ..low holes me. I wasn't too happy but I wasnt going to let it ruin my day. At least he was moving down the run, so I followed (at a distance). He was moving a bit faster than I was, finished fishing the run and joined his fishing buddy up stream. No sooner had he left and I had my fly slammed hard like a freight train followed by a big steelhead exploding out the water. After a great battle with lots of heart stopping acrobatics I managed to land the beauty. I snuck a quick pic (hard to do by yourself) and sent it on its way.
As the day went on I managed to hook three coho (two of which I landed) and another steelhead (which I lost) all in that same run. My spey rod got a good workout, my new Monic GSP running line is fantastic and I cant say enough good things about my galvan reel. LOVE those reels. #galvanreels .. sponsor me and I will gladly promote your reels everywhere I go. Oh and while i'm at it.. #monicflylines ?
Things died down and I explored up stream which yielded no fish. I went back to the first run and thought I woud give it one more sweep through before I drive home. The guy from earlier and his wife were there and working there way through. I let them go and followed behind and pulled another steelhead out behind them! This time he came over and snapped a quick pic for me. Nice guy. They came up from Oregon and had been fishing the river for 5 days with only a couple coho to show for it.
The day ended with a double double for me. Two steelhead landed and two coho landed.
Friday, August 17, 2018
Its been a long time but they opened sockeye for retention on the Fraser River.
Disclaimer: I don't consider this a "fishing" trip, it's more of a harvest. This is due to the methods used which im not going to get in to, other than its bottom bouncing and the colour at the terminal end has no impact on the catching.
Well I happened to be in town so I took advantage of trying to harvest a few fish for the freezer. The first few outings were unsuccessful, with a few sparse hookups and no fish landed. The fourth outing was yhe one and it took me under an hour to get my limit. The bar was busy but everyone was catching fish. It was nice to see people getting along as the combat style fishing can be frustrating. And really noce to be able to put a couple fish in the freezer.
A quick tip that helped with my landing ratio (went from 3 hookups and none landed to 3 for 3) was changing to a sickle style hook. Those hooks weren't popping out so easily. I was using a 1/0 size which worked great.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Successfully hunted my first big game animal this weekend. Up until this point all I've ever taken was a few grouse. Well that ended yesterday when I shot my first elk.
I had an LEH for a cow elk in region 7-13 and finally found one yesterday. We had been able to locate lots of bulls, some of which were impressively big. I shot this cow from about 150 yards out in a frozen swampy field in a heard of seven or eight of them. We trekked over to where we figured she was when I shot but we couldnt find her. We followed tracks into the trees and found a blood trail. Staying on her trail we bumped her twice (we think). It was getting dark and freezing rain at about minus 15 Celsius. We knew I hit it and had followed the tracks about half a km. We gave up the seach for the night and went back the next day. Found her this morning about 100 yards or so past where we stopped looking. Skinned and hanging right now. Soon to be in the freezer for some delicious meals.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
The last couple weekends have been busy, the weather is cooling off and the leaves are starting to drop. School is back in meaning I am up to my neck in paperwork and my little bit of spare time I find on the weekend has been spent hunting. Well this weekend I decided to get out fishing despite the forcast of rain (which ended up only being a few drops here and there)
I went to a local lake that I had fished once before in August. The results were good and I was hoping for a similar day... which did not happen. However, contrary to what you may now be assuming I had an even better day.
It didnt take me long, maybe five minutes, and I found fish. I had rowed the shoreline in my pontoon and hooked up trolling a red ad black mohair leech pattern. I unbuttoned the rainbow and anchored up. Fanning my casts out in a circular pattern around me I was picking up a fish every three casts or less! There was no pattern to it, just fly in water time. Some were hooked on a fast retrieve, some on a slow and some on the drop after the fly hit the water. I even had a few hook ups where the fly had barely hit the water and the fish smashed it. I pumped one fish and there really wasnt much on the menu to imitate with a fly (see picture), but the leech was working so why change up?
I would fish that anchored spot until the action "died" down (meaning I went ten or so casts without a fish), pull anchor and anchor up just outside my casting radius from my last drop. This would put me back into the three cast or less ratio.
Long story short. The fish shredded a number of flies, I landed 40+ fish (I really tried to keep count but lost count in the 30's) and lost who knows how many. The fish were all rainbows and averaging 16" with some pushing 20". Many were acrobatic giving flying leaps, hurtling through the air, contorting and cartwheeling in an attempt to escape. Others bull dogged and tried to go deep. All were a good fight and I went home with a sore wrist.
It was a fantastic fall feeding frenzy.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Yesterday I made it out fishing with a friend to a little river that will remain nameless. I met him at his place early in the morning and we packed in all our rods, waders, gear, water, food and of course the shotgun as we were headed into Grizzly territory and you can never be to careful. Although we did not see any we did see eight or nine black bears.
I took my 8 weight and 5 weight fly rods with me in hioes for two different species; Arctic Grayling and Bull Trout. We had heard both could be found there.
The road in was long and rough but it appeared o one had been in for some time. The area we fished was beautiful with no signs that any other people had been there. The rocks were slippery and the water was very clear. Hiking down stream we came to a bend and found a really fishy looking pool so we set up our rods and began our day.
I started with my 8 weight and a big streemer fly I had tied up the night before, fishing the faster water above the pool first. As soon as I made my way into the deeper (3 feet deep) stuff of this little stream I was in to fish. The first one was an 18" rainbow with gorgeous colors. Second was a slightly smaller rainbow and third put a huge bend in my rod.... the third fish to be fooled by my fly was a real nice double digit bull trout. How could such a big fish be in such a small stream? This thing was a tank and fought hard until, to my dismay, he managed to spit the hook.
We tried to get another bull, and we could see a couple in there, but they didnt want to play. Switching to my 5 weight we caught rainbow after rainbow between 10 and 18 inches and even managed a couple chunky 2lb whitefish. Unfortunately, no grayling. Grayling is a fish I have never caught before and one I wanted to cross off the bucket list.
After playing with lots or rainbows on the dry we decided to head out and give another creek we had seen on the way in a try. When we arrived we spooked two black bears who tore off into the bush. Making plenty of noise we set up to fish a small pool in the new stream. Caddis dries were the ticket again and we were soon onto fish. Unfortunately the first few were whitefish again, but then something different rose and smacked my fly. Finally, I could cross Arctic Grayling off my list. What a beautiful fish.
The water was crystal clear, the weather was great and the fishing and scenery was amazing. Only down side was not landing the big bull but you can't win them all.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Coming soon to a lake near you... me! I just bought my first boat (about time heh?). Ordered it in from a local shop and now its time for a trailer, motor and accessories!
Boat is a LOWE 1240 Jon boat. I went with the 1240 because it has the extra 4 inches over a 1236. It will hopefully give me a little more stability on the water. My daughter cant wait to get out there with me and catch some fish.