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Taylor River – 08/08/2014

Time: 12:45PM – 3:00PM

Location: Across from Lodgepole Campground and then upstream

Fish Landed: 3

Taylor River 08/08/2014 Photo Album

Facing an early departure on Saturday morning for Seatac Airport, and with the daunting chore of packing for a week in Olympic National Park ahead of me, I did not want to depart from the Taylor River any later than 3PM. Danny and I quickly downed our lunches back at Lottis Creek Campground, took down the tent, and packed everything in the car. We were now anxious to return to the Taylor River for some action similar to that experienced on Thursday.

I drove to the same pullout used on Thursday, and we once again agreed to cross to the north side of the river, but unlike the previous day, we made a left turn and followed the river downstream through the woods to a point directly across from the Lodgepole Campground and parking lot. On Friday we crossed the river where the four fishermen blocked our path on Thursday, and this proved to actually be more challenging than the upstream route.

Big clouds raced across the sky, and this condition combined with a strong wind to create a cool environment for fishing. I began with a Chernobyl ant, beadhead hares ear, and salvation nymph since the nymphs produced for me the previous day. Unfortunately Friday was a different day, and I went quite awhile without any action. Since the Chernobyl was not generating any interest, I decided to exchange it for an equally ignored top fly, the yellow Charlie Boy hopper. The Charlie Boy offered the advantage of being more visible and buoyant. I also added length to my droppers as a concession to the higher flows below the dam in an effort to achieve deeper drifts.

I continued fishing without success after these adjustments until I observed one lonely green drake fluttering up from the surface of the water. Since the dry/dropper strategy was not working, I clipped off the three flies and tied on a parachute green drake. Finally at the tail of a huge hole below a large boulder that created a massive drift log dam I managed to induce a small brown to inhale the big green drake. An afternoon skunking was prevented.

The top and middle of the huge deep pool failed to generate any interest despite quite a bit of casting so I moved on to a miniature version of the large pool. A smaller boulder jutted out from the bank and created a pool and trapped drift sticks between the bank and the boulder. Just above the stick dam a very nice riffle of intermediate depth flowed over a rocky bottom. The riffle was approximately twenty feet wide, and I began drifting the parachute green drake over this area starting with the shallow water on the left and gradually sprayed casts to the right. As the large dry fly drifted down the center of the riffle, a feisty fourteen inch brown rose and confidently sipped in the fake morsel. I fought the fish carefully to keep it out of the stick dam and eventually netted and photographed my best fish of the afternoon and day.

Nice Brown Trout Took Green Drake in Afternoon

Nice Brown Trout Took Green Drake in Afternoon

My spirits soared as I felt confident that I had found the key to success on the lower Taylor on Friday afternoon, but unfortunately my enthusiasm was misplaced. As I played leapfrog with Danny, I began generating refusals to the green drake and started an endless series of fly changes in hopes of discovering the magic potion that would improve my fishing success. I began with a green drake comparadun, and that produced refusals similar to the parachute. Perhaps the shape was correct, but the fly was too large? Next I knotted a gray comparadun to my tippet, and it was completely ignored.

It was quite windy and some tiny blue winged olives began to tumble rapidly across the surface, but I elected to return to the Charlie Boy hopper, hares ear and salvation in hopes of replicating my success of the previous day. Alas it was a different day with different conditions, and 3PM quickly appeared on my watch. I probably should have tried a RS2 or soft hackle emerger when I spotted the wind blown BWO’s, but hindsight is always 20/20. I’ve experienced similar conditions on the Taylor River tailwater where I was unable to catch fish during decent hatches, but then enjoyed hot action after the emergence ended. The difference on Friday was that we needed to depart before this scenario could play out.

Danny Shows Flies Recovered from a Tree Branch

Danny Shows Flies Recovered from a Tree Branch

Fortunately Thursday was a solid day and the upper Taylor produced two hours of fun, so the frustration of Friday afternoon will fade in my memory banks. The campground was excellent, the scenery was a sensual delight, and Danny experienced new water. I was off to Olympic National Park and the adventures it might cast my way.

Upper Taylor River – 08/08/2014

Time: 9:30AM – 11:30AM

Location: The second stretch of public water beyond Taylor Reservoir and upstream.

Fish Landed: 8

Upper Taylor River 08/08/2014 Photo Album

After a pleasant evening at Lottis Creek, Danny and I woke up ready for another day of fishing on the Taylor River. We agreed to sample the upper Taylor River above Taylor Reservoir in the morning, and then adjourn to the tailwater section for the afternoon. It was quite cool as we departed at 8:30 to begin our Friday fishing adventure, but once the sun rose higher in the sky it would become a pleasant day with high temperatures in the low 80’s.

A Huge Brown in the Hawg Trough

A Huge Brown in the Hawg Trough

On our way to the upper Taylor, we passed the famous Hawg Trough, so we stopped so Danny could sample it. Once he spotted a few hawgs wallowing in the area above the bridge, he decided to accept the challenge of hooking one of the educated behemoths. I elected to be a spectator as the air temperature remained in the 40’s in the shade of the canyon walls, and I was not ready to acquire a chill on a summer morning.

Danny Adjusts His Set Up for the Hawg Trough

Danny Adjusts His Set Up for the Hawg Trough

Danny rigged for nymphs and tried all manner of subsurface offerings for a half hour or so,  and did manage a couple lip pricks, but no landed fish. After being adequately teased by the leviathans in the trough, we decided to cut our losses and moved on to the upper Taylor River. ATV’s were everywhere and small informal campsites were scattered across the sagebrush as we approached the first dirt lane that accessed the lower end of the second stretch of public water above the lake.

Nice Brown from the Upper Taylor River

Nice Brown from the Upper Taylor River

Once we were geared up, we walked briskly across the sagebrush flat to the very bottom boundary of public water, and here we began to prospect the twenty-five foot wide stream with dry/dropper combinations. I started with the same yellow Charlie Boy hopper that served me on Thursday and then added a beadhead hares ear and salvation nymph on droppers 2.5 feet below the hopper. Fifteen minutes passed, and my hopper dipped, and I landed a nice thirteen inch brown. Shortly thereafter a bit further upstream a similar sequence played out, and I netted a second fine brown in the thirteen inch range. I would eventually learn that both of these fish were the nicest of the morning, and they inhaled the salvation nymph.

Danny Changes Flies on the Upper Taylor

Danny Changes Flies on the Upper Taylor

The fishing slowed down after the first half hour, but I continued upstream and covered quite a bit of water and landed six more smaller browns. Two were fooled by the beadhead hares ear, and halfway through the morning I exchanged the salvation for a beadhead pheasant tail. This move paid dividends as the last four fish attacked the pheasant tail as I imparted movement to the fly early and late in the drift. I am guessing that the fish were tuned in to PMD nymphs moving in the current in advance of a hatch later in the day.

After two hours of fishing, Danny and I each landed eight fish, and we decided to return to the Taylor tailwater. I covered quite a bit of water during the morning and had decent success, and I discovered that the deeper runs and pools produced most of the fish. We threw our gear in the Santa Fe and drove back along the dirt road that skirted the reservoir and stopped at Lottis Creek to eat lunch and pack up the tent and camping gear.

 

Taylor River – 08/07/2014

Time: 1:00PM – 6:00PM

Location: Upstream from Lodgepole Campground

Fish: 20

Taylor River 08/07/2014 Photo Album

I picked up Danny at 7:30 on Thursday morning, and we were on our way for a two day and one night camping/fishing trip to the Taylor River. The Arkansas River received additional rain on Sunday night, and despite optimistic reports from the fly shops, I didn’t trust the conditions to provide a positive experience for Danny. The Taylor River is a bit further, but is a tailwater and thus presented a more reliable option. Flows were hovering around 400 cfs, and based on past experience, that is a bit high yet still comfortable for fishing.

We arrived at the Lottis Creek Campground by 11:30 and unloaded a few items to secure our site and then munched quick lunches and headed back to the river. I immediately targeted the section of the river above Lodgepole Campground, as I have enjoyed previous success there, and I knew lots of public water could accommodate two gung ho fishermen. It was quite cool with high temperatures in the 60’s and heavy clouds floated across the sky 60% of the time we were fishing. It was actually quite ideal weather for fishing and fish.

Danny Prepares His Line to Fish the Taylor River

Danny Prepares His Line to Fish the Taylor River

As Danny and I began to fish in the pocket water next to the car, we immediately observed a fair number of green drakes followed by some pale morning duns, but these mayflies waned after an hour. I elected to begin fishing with a parachute green drake, and Danny opted for a nymph set up that included his newly tied tungsten red San Juan worms. I worked my way along the right bank with my green drake and landed four browns in the first hour including a 14 incher that I spotted just in front of a submerged rock. I returned to tell Danny the green drakes were producing and shared a parachute style and comparadun style with him.

We continued fishing along the bank that bordered the road until we reached a point where the river narrowed and crashed through a whitewater chute, and here we turned around and reversed our steps to the car. We both looked longingly at the opposite bank with full knowledge that it hadn’t been fished much since the inception of runoff. There was one wide riffle spot where a crossing might be possible, but four fishermen were positioned in this area, and it would not have been mannerly to cross while they were fishing. We quickly reversed course again and found another wide spot below a huge protruding boulder in the middle of the river. This ford seemed possible, although there was a fast deep run within ten feet of the north bank.

Since I’m here to write this blog, it is evident that we pulled off the crossing, although it happened with a few scary moments. As was the case with the fishing next to the road, Danny and I took turns leapfrogging around each other as we covered the best pockets and pools within 20-25 feet of the bank. I switched from the green drake to a parahopper with a beadhead hares ear and landed four small browns as we progressed upstream over the hour from 2PM to 3PM. At that time I switched the parahopper for a large yellow Charlie Boy hopper with long dangling rubber legs, but that fly did not last long before I exchanged it for a smaller Charlie Boy and added a salvation nymph below the beadhead hares ear.

Gateway and Rod Holder

Gateway and Rod Holder

At 3PM I suddenly began to catch fish with increased regularity primarily on the salvation nymph and some of the brown trout extended into the 12-13 inch range. As the afternoon advanced it seemed that the fish got larger with numbers eighteen and nineteen falling in the 13-14 inch range, and for some reason the fish landed later in the day fell for the beadhead hares ear rather than the salvation nymph.

A Nice Brown from Thursday Afternoon

A Nice Brown from Thursday Afternoon

Near the end of our fishing I approached a nice deep run towards the middle of the river, and I positioned myself 10-15 feet to the left of it and one fourth of the way up from the tail. The current divided around a large boulder and created a thirty foot long slick that was only six feet across at its widest point. I began drifting my three fly combination starting toward the middle and covering the tail section, and I had the unique feeling of confidence that comes from many years of fly fishing and recognizing water that delivers on high expectations.

It wasn’t long before I saw a fish emerge from the cover of the faster deeper current seam, and I instinctively set the hook and felt myself attached to a gorgeous rainbow trout. The powerful pink-sided fish flashed up and down the narrow pool a few times, and I maintained solid pressure, but then it did an abrupt turn and streaked for the whitewater below. I tried to allow the line to slide through my hands and spin off the reel, but I failed and felt a knot in my stomach as the rainbow made another quick turn and snapped off the salvation nymph.

I paused for a moment to collect myself and then tied a new salvation to my line below the hares ear and resumed casting. I moved up the river a few steps and began prospecting the midsection of the narrow pool, and after a few casts, the hopper paused and dipped, and I once again set the hook and felt decent weight on the end of my line. By now, Danny had moved on to the bank and was just above me. I fought the bruiser back and forth and prevented it from charging into the fast water. I bought enough time for Danny to wade below me, and after I pressured the brown toward the bank, Danny scooped it into his large long-handled net. It was just in time as the fly fell from the seventeen inch brown’s lip just as Danny lifted it from the water.

17" Brown

17″ Brown

We paused to photograph the last and best fish of the day before tackling another adrenalin generating crossing. We had a fun afternoon of fishing and looked forward to a full day on the Taylor River on Friday.

 

 

South Boulder Creek – 08/06/2014

Time: 10:00AM – 3:30PM

Location: Began at the end of the trail and ended where the Walker Loop Trail moves away from the fisherman path.

Fish Landed: 23

South Boulder Creek 08/06/2014 Photo Album

I managed to get caught up at work, and that left me with a three day window for fishing prior to our scheduled trip to Olympic National Park. I hoped that my new fishing friend, Danny Ryan, could accompany me on a three day trip; however, I discovered that he had plans for Wednesday evening and was unable to join me until Thursday morning. A successful fly fisherman needs to be flexible, so I pondered my options and decided to return to South Boulder Creek on Wednesday for a day trip. I had a fair amount of success on my previous trip on August 2, and the flows remained at a nice level of 115 cfs. This is higher than ideal, but still allows decent movement. Most of the other rivers within a day of Denver continued to run high from the slug of rain received during the week of July 28.

I gathered my fishing gear and departed the house by 8AM, and that enabled me to begin fishing at 10AM after negotiating fairly heavy traffic. I hiked to the end of the trail on the north side of the stream, and considered crossing to explore virgin territory, but thought better of it when I realized it was already 10AM. I tucked my spare reel containing my five weight sink tip line in my wader pocket just in case, but I began fishing with the Loomis five weight strung with a floating line. The weather was cool and cloudy initially but quickly warmed up as the sun burned through the thin haze.

I elected to begin fishing with the size 12 gray stimulator that produced for me on Saturday, and this served me well in the first hour or two as I landed six fish including a brown trout on my second cast with a downstream drift through a long run of medium depth. I was gloating a bit as I approached a very nice place where there was a deep riffle and run directly above me along the south side of the creek, and a nice wide pool on the other side of the main center current. The pool fanned out where another secondary current moved from the bank back to the deep run in the center of the stream.

First Rainbow Landed on South Boulder Creek

First Rainbow Landed on South Boulder Creek

Unfortunately just as I was certain I would increase my fish count in this juicy stretch of water, I experienced refusals to the stimulator as I cast above and across from my position. Remember my comment about being flexible and no constants in fly fishing? I shifted to the pool area, and here with the aid of my polarized glasses, I could see two decent rainbow trout rise and inspect the fly, but they refused to take it. I decided to focus on the fish in this area longer, so I swapped the stimulator for a size 16 gray deer hair caddis, and this did not even provoke a refusal. I noticed one mayfly in the air, so I removed the caddis and knotted on a cinnamon comparadun, but this was ignored as well. Maybe the color was off. I exchanged the cinnamon comparadun for a light gray version, and this got refused once or twice.

Before forsaking the attractive water I decided to make a last ditch effort with a green drake comparadun. I rested the pool area and returned to the riffle and run above me and suddenly a gorgeous rainbow appeared from the seam along the main current and inhaled my offering. With this boost in confidence I turned my attention once again to the two rainbows in the pool, but they were too cautious, and I eventually moved on and congratulated them.

I moved upstream and continued fishing the green drake and added three more fish to my count before I encountered another fisherman at around 12:15PM. I thought I’d waded far enough from the parking lot to avoid fishing competition, but apparently others had the same idea. In fact, after I waded across the stream and climbed the bank to the path, I bumped into another fisherman accompanied by a small dog. He asked where I was fishing, and I told him from the end of the path to below the other fisherman in the stream.

I walked through an open area with a sparse growth of trees, and found a nice spot on a log next to the stream where I ate my lunch. Upon completing my lunch I waded into the stream, but I quickly discovered the same fisherman that I’d encountered in the stream had now moved rather quickly to just below my re-entry point. Once again I returned to the path and hiked a decent distance and then crossed to the opposite side and resumed fishing. Shortly, however, I discovered the fisherman with a dog had apparently done a U-turn after learning that I’d already covered the lower water.

Fortunately the fisherman with the dog moved on before I approached too closely, so I continued wading along the left bank and fished through much of the water that I covered on Saturday, but on this day I did much better. The green drake continued to perform in outstanding fashion. Trout numbers 11-13 came from a nice wide riffle that fanned into a pool along the north bank, and all three slurped the green drake confidently as I executed nice downstream drifts over the length of the pool.

Green Drake Was Productive

Green Drake Was Productive

It was during this time frame that I made a high backcast and hooked a bare pine tree limb that forced me to break off my initial green drake comparadun. I found a refurbished fly in my fly box that was made with a body of gray sparkle yarn, and it did not have the maroon ribbing that I was fond of using on flies I tied more recently. I was reluctant to use this fly, but decided to give it a test, and I was pleased with the results. It performed beautifully as I landed 14-20 before it broke off on a rainbow that may have been my best fish of the day. I drifted the mutant comparadun downstream tight to the north bank, and as I lifted to recast just before it approached some overhanging limbs, the fish grabbed the fly. I was rather disappointed to lose both the fish and the productive fly.

My Kind of Water Ahead

My Kind of Water Ahead

Numbers 14, 15, and 16 were all very nice fish by South Boulder Creek standards with each falling in the 12-13 inch range. One was a brown and the nicest brown of the day so I photographed it. When I lost the comparadun to the bank dwelling rainbow, I replaced it with a similar sized comparadun, but with a lighter green body. This fly produced three small fish, but I did not have the same confidence in this fly as I did in the previous two because of the lighter body color.

Nice South Boulder Creek Brown Trout

Nice South Boulder Creek Brown Trout

By 3:30 the shadows were extending across a third of the stream and the comparadun was not producing to the extent that it did earlier. In addition the approaching water was not as attractive, so I quit and hiked back to the parking lot.

Largest Fish of the Day Took Green Drake

Largest Fish of the Day Took Green Drake

Wednesday August 6 was a fun day on Boulder Creek and probably my best day ever on this local stream both in terms of size and quantity of fish. Best of all, I discovered that my green drake comparaduns were productive, but there are no constants in fly fishing, so I won’t bank on that level of success again during 2014.

South Boulder Creek – 08/02/2014

Time: 12:30PM – 4:30PM

Location: Half hour hike from parking lot. About as far as one can go before having to cross to the opposite side.

Fish Landed: 9

South Boulder Creek 08/02/2014 Photo Album

After spending five consecutive days fishing in Utah and Idaho, I returned to Denver and worked diligently on Wednesday through Friday, but I was definitely feeling the itch to fish again on the weekend. During our return trip across Wyoming we encountered heavy rain on Tuesday, and this rain extended through Colorado on Tuesday through Thursday morning. When I reviewed the DWS stream flows on Saturday morning, I discovered that many rivers returned to the levels recorded during the late stages of runoff.

Fortunately the Big Thompson River remained at 128 cfs, and South Boulder Creek below Gross Reservoir displayed a reading of 123 cfs. South Boulder Creek is closer to my home, and I prefer the remote canyon area over the Big Thompson which runs next to a highway, so the South Boulder Creek tailwater became my destination. I stopped for fuel and left the gas station by 10:50, and this enabled me to reach the parking lot near the dam by 11:50AM. I quickly assembled my rod, pulled on my waders and stuffed my lunch in my backpack and began the steep descent into the South Boulder Creek Canyon. I hiked downstream for 30 minutes until I reached a point where a stream crossing was necessary to continue, so I stopped at this point and began to fish.

The air temperature was in the low 70’s with clear skies as I began, and the flows were a bit high for the small South Boulder Creek stream bed, but still conducive to fishing and in fact allowed me to cross in numerous locations. During past visits to South Boulder Creek I discovered that the fish prefer dry flies as opposed to the nymphs that perform well in most Colorado streams. For this reason I tied on the same size 12 gray stimulator that served me well on small streams in Idaho.

Same Rainbow Displayed for the Camera

Same Rainbow Displayed for the Camera

My first fish was a small rainbow that moved a foot to snare the drifting stimulator, so I was hopeful I made a good choice. Because there were quite a few other fishermen in the canyon, I decided to cross to the southern side and worked my way upstream on the less pressured bank. This strategy combined with the choice of a stimulator proved to be solid, and I landed six fish over the next couple hours.

The second fish of the day was the nicest. I tossed a short cast into a very deep hole in front of a large rock. I expected to make one or two casts and move on, as this location in my estimation was fairly marginal. I was shocked when a large nose emerged from in front of the rock and slurped in the stimulator revealing a very colorful rainbow or cutbow. I didn’t check for a slash, but the spot pattern struck me as more akin to a cutthroat trout than a rainbow.

Nicest Fish of the Day with Stimulator in Lip

Nicest Fish of the Day with Stimulator in Lip

After six fish I approached some very attractive water, but a young fisherman entered 30 yards above me from the opposite shore and essentially cut me off. I used this as an opportunity to eat my lunch and waited for him to move on, but unfortunately I noticed he had a momentary hook up, and that caused him to dwell in his position longer than I hoped. I gave up on waiting and waded upstream along the edge of the creek and skirted the other fishermen until I reached a spot forty yards above him, and I was beyond his line of sight. I passed up some very attractive pools and pockets, and now I found myself in marginal water along the left bank. In addition the position of the sun was casting long shadows that made it difficult to follow my earth-toned stimulator.

Nice Stretch, but Cut Off by Fisherman in Top Right

Nice Stretch, but Cut Off by Fisherman in Top Right

I found a place where I could wade back to the trail and walked up the path a bit until I was beyond three more fishermen above me. After I created a courteous amount of space, I scrambled down a steep boulder field to the stream and resumed prospecting with the stimulator. In this short stretch of water I landed two more fish, but then I encountered another fisherman, and I was forced to once again exit and climb the rocky bank.

Once again I hiked upstream using the trail and again found a spot to cut back to the stream, although this time I found a fisherman path that made access much easier. When I reached the water, I discovered a section that spread out a bit; and this offered easier wading, and I was able to move about much more. It was during this period late in the afternoon that I observed two green drake mayflies flutter up from the stream, so I clipped off my productive stimulator and substituted a size 14 comparadun green drake. It was worth the effort, as the green drake generated two refusals on downstream drifts, but no takes were forthcoming.

Created Two Refusals

Created Two Refusals

Eventually I clipped off the green drake and tied on a size 16 gray deer hair caddis. This size of caddis more closely approximated those that I observed on the water in the late afternoon. This fly also produced some refusals, but eventually a small brown gulped it on a long downstream drift in front of a large submerged boulder. This fish was my ninth for the afternoon, and my watch revealed that it was 4:30PM, so I climbed the bank once again and hiked back to the parking lot and called it a day.

It was a fun day prospecting with dry flies, but it also made me realize how fortunate I was to fish small streams in Idaho away from hordes of fishermen from more densely populated urban centers. I’m already working on a strategy to seek out more remote water during August.

Bear Creek, ID – 07/28/2014

Time: 10:00AM – 1:30PM

Location: Beginning .25 mile up the trail just after crossing a small tributary stream and then going over a hill and continuing for a mile upstream.

Fish Landed: 24

Bear Creek, ID 07/28/2014 Photo Album

On Sunday on Rainey Creek after I determined that a stimulator was more effective than a Chernobyl ant and beadhead hares ear combination for cutthroat trout on a small stream in Idaho in late July, I enjoyed a fun hour and a half of fishing, but I was also feeling somewhat unfulfilled. I needed a second chance to apply my new found knowledge, and Monday would provide that opportunity.

Another small stream that Gary Duncan at the Rendezvous Fly Shop recommended was Bear Creek which apparently entered Palisades Lake from the southwest side. Both Gary and Tom, the owner of Hansen Guest Ranch, seemed to suggest that Bear Creek was a strong small stream option that received far less pressure than Rainey Creek and Palisades Creek. In fact Gary made this comment, “After you fish up Bear Creek from the mouth for a mile or two (pause)…er, you’ll have enough fish by then to be satisfied.” This certainly aroused my curiosity regarding the fish density on Bear Creek.

Bear Creek on Monday Morning

Bear Creek on Monday Morning

After the 8AM breakfast at the Hansen Ranch, I departed and headed to Bear Creek. I had some difficulty finding the bridge below Palisades Dam, and then I was concerned as the dirt road led away from the dam rather than toward it. However, there was no alternative on the south side of the river so I stayed the course and after three or four miles made a left turn and drove in the direction that I expected. I covered a 10 mile twisty gravel road that eventually led me to the Bear Creek Trailhead parking lot. There were a few campers along the road before the parking lot, but no other vehicles occupied the large lot at the trailhead. This was a beautiful sight to this fisherman from Colorado who was starved for some cutthroat action in wide open spaces.

Once I gathered my necessary fishing equipment for a day on the stream, I decided to hike away from the parking lot for a short distance. Fishermen are generally lazy, and the most pressured water is that which is easily accessible. I hiked .25 miles to a point where I went over a small hill and upon my descent discovered that the stream was running parallel to the path for a distance of twenty yards. I carefully scrambled down a short steep bank, and I was now positioned in Bear Creek to begin my fishing adventure.

The Stimulator Produced All My Fish

The Stimulator Produced All My Fish

The weather was once again gorgeous with a clear blue sky overhead and temperatures in the upper 60’s to low 70’s as I began. The stream was a bit larger than Rainey Creek, but the main difference was the lack of tight bushes and shrubs. There was ample room for long backcasts, and in fact this would remain the case for the remainder of my time fishing. I tied a size 12 gray stimulator to the leader on my Orvis Access four weight and began to prospect the water. Initially the stream was fairly wide and shallow, and as proof that I learned my lesson on Sunday, I skipped over this water until I encountered a section with slow velocity and more depth.

A Very Nice Cutthroat Near the Start of My Day

A Very Nice Cutthroat Near the Start of My Day

It didn’t take long before a fine wild cutthroat slammed the stimulator, and I landed a chunky twelve inch fish. This pattern would repeat itself over the course of the 3.5 hours of fishing as I skipped shallow and fast moving water and focused on the deeper pools and slow moving water along the bank with structure. I stayed with a stimulator the entire time, and it produced as I expected it would. In short the fishing was just as I imagined it would be on a small remote cutthroat stream in Idaho. The sky remained bright blue. The sun provided warmth. The water was cold and clear; and the wild cutthroats were ready and willing to take a well placed large visible high floating dry fly. It was pretty much nirvana.

An Even Nicer Fish Landed in the Late Morning

An Even Nicer Fish Landed in the Late Morning

Perfect Cutthroat Water

Perfect Cutthroat Water

 

By the end of my time on the water I had landed 24 cutthroat trout. Quite a few were in the 6-9 inch range, but even these fish were pretty jewels and fun to catch. Also included in the fish count was a 16 inch beast, two fish around 14 inches, and a couple 12-13 inch gems. I covered over a mile of water, and then I easily cut across a meadow and intersected the trail and hiked 25 minutes until I was back at the car in the trailhead parking lot.

The Big Guy Slurped the Stimulator Along the Current Seam Above the Beaver House

The Big Guy Slurped the Stimulator Along the Current Seam Above the Beaver House

The highlight of the day occurred at 12:30PM as I approached a beautiful clear deep pool that bordered a beaver house. As is my practice, I searched the tail of the pool with some long casts while staying back a good distance, and this yielded two smaller fish. I then moved closer to the deepest segment of the pool and began flicking shorter casts to the upper section where a narrow current seam flowed within a foot of the tangled mass of sticks that was apparently a beaver house. I placed a cast a foot off the seam and slightly above the shelter, and the fly paused in a tantalizing position for a moment when a huge mouth engulfed it. Clearly this fish was more substantial than the others, and it quickly proved this observation to be accurate by covering the entire pool several times in its effort to escape. Fortunately I held my ground and maintained tension and eventually slid my net beneath a shimmering 16 inch cutthroat. This was the beast that I referred to earlier.

My Trophy Catch on Monday, a Sixteen Inch Cutthroat

My Trophy Catch on Monday, a Sixteen Inch Cutthroat

It was a fantastic day on Bear Creek, Idaho, and one I will remember for quite awhile. I’ve caught more fish in a day, and I’ve caught larger fish, but the setting and the presence of wild native fish are what set this day apart. Superb!

Cutthroat, Stimulator and Orange Slash

Cutthroat, Stimulator and Orange Slash

 

 

Rainey Creek – 07/27/2014

Time: 9:30AM – 12:30PM

Location: Trailhead to Rainey Creek Trail then upstream approximately a mile

Fish Landed: 7

Rainey Creek 07/27/2014 Photo Album

Rainey Creek is a small tributary of the South Fork of the Snake River within five miles of the Hansen Guest Ranch where Jane and I were staying in Swan Valley, Idaho. After I purchased my license on Saturday afternoon, we took a brief drive to check out the small stream before I ventured to the South Fork of the Snake River. I drove a long distance to fish the Snake, but now I was considering investing some of my valuable fishing time to explore a small tributary that probably contained small fish. Up until this point on our trip I’d fished three days for 2.5 to 3.5 hours per day and landed one fish on each outing. The fish that I landed were all in excess of 15 inches, and I appreciated this, but I tend to favor catching quantities of smaller fish versus one or two large fish.

The South Fork of the Snake was a huge body of water, and I was unfamiliar with where to fish and how to approach it and could not envision myself spending another four hours blindly prospecting a relatively small swath of water in hopes of landing a fish or two. A strong hatch that brought fish to the surface would be helpful, but the forecast for clear skies and warm temperatures made me reluctant to bank on that happenstance.

I made my decision and chose Rainey Creek as my destination to fish on Sunday morning. After a tasty breakfast at the ranch, we loaded Jane’s bike on the Santa Fe and drove to the Rainey Creek Trailhead that we scouted out on Saturday. Jane planned to hike up the trail a bit, and then turn around and return to the car and jump on her bike and continue on the national forest road back to the Hansen Guest Ranch. I meanwhile prepared to fish, and when I was ready I found a path that led me through some thick wild shrubs to the edge of the stream.

Rainey Creek Near My Starting Point on Sunday

Rainey Creek Near My Starting Point on Sunday

Rainey Creek averaged around 8-10 feet in width and the water temperature was extremely cold. As predicted the air temperature rose quickly, and it did not take long before it moved from warm to hot. I was certain that a Chernobyl ant with a beadhead hares ear dropper would yield numerous wild cutthroat trout. These two dependable flies delivered many hours of enjoyment to me in Colorado, so why wouldn’t they produce in a small stream setting in Idaho? The foam Chernobyl is ideal for tight quarters as it does not require false casting for drying.

Early on in my quest for cutthroats a small fish rose and refused the Chenobyl ant. At least there were fish present, and they were looking toward the surface for food. After another fifteen minutes I approached a deep hole in front of an uprooted tree stump, and as my flies drifted toward the tangle of roots, I spotted a flash. I immediately set the hook and felt the weight of a more substantial fish, but the euphoria was momentary as the quarry quickly escaped. I continued on further from the trailhead and after 45 minutes I landed my first cutthroat, a nine inch wild and colorful fish. Where was the easy fishing that I dreamed of?

A Shot of the Slash

A Shot of the Slash

An hour into my morning I arrived at a broken beaver dam with a long sixty foot stretch of slow clear water and with numerous sticks that grabbed at my wading boots and formed a mat on the stream bed. This portion of the stream was extremely frustrating. Despite exercising significant caution and stealth, trout shot away in every direction on each of my casts. Sometimes it pays to stop and evaluate how one is approaching a situation, and I decided that the splat of the large Chernobyl ant and the plunk of the beadhead nymph were causing too much surface disturbance, and thus causing the fish to scatter. At the outset of my fishing venture, I made the mistake of assuming that a proven technique that produced well in Colorado could be applied to Idaho.

I clipped off the two fly combination and knotted a single size 12 gray stimulator to my leader. With this fly on my line, I could check my cast high and allow it to flutter down to the water delicately. The stimulator was not as buoyant as the foam Chernobyl thus requiring more frequent drying, but the ability to present it softly to spooky wild cutthroats in gin clear water more than offset this negative. I resumed fishing and worked my way upstream and landed six additional cutthroats over the remaining 1.5 hours of fishing. I had a great time executing the type of fishing that I imagined when I selected small Rainey Creek over the South Fork of the Snake River. The fish averaged between 9 and 12 inches, but they were beautiful creatures with delicate speckles and a light olive color and a bright orange slash on the jaw.

Stimulator in the Corner of This Pretty Cutthroat's Mouth

Stimulator in the Corner of This Pretty Cutthroat’s Mouth

Although I regretted taking 1.5 hours to figure out that my Chernobyl and hares ear were not going to produce, I learned three valuable lessons on Sunday morning. First, it was obvious that cutthroats love deep holes around structure such as stumps, logs and large rocks. Secondly, they are quite wary and success dictates a stealthy approach and a delicate presentation. Third, as is usually the case, the further one gets from a campground, the better the fishing becomes. These lessons would serve me well on Monday.

Cutthroats Love This Sort of Deep Hole

Cutthroats Love This Sort of Deep Hole

At 12:30 I decided to quit as I promised Jane I would return by 1PM to join her in a fun non-fishing activity. Unfortunately my upstream movement in pursuit of wild trout had taken me quite a distance from the trail. There were no obvious exit paths, and I was unfamiliar with the area, so I decided to bushwhack through the dense shrubs and willows that thrived between the stream and the hiking trail. This proved to be tough going, and several times I feared that my progression was blocked by thick shrubs that forced we to retreat and move sideways until I found a marginal opening. During this process I broke down my four piece rod and clutched it tightly in my left hand to avoid breaking it on a branch or dropping it in the dense undergrowth. Eventually, however, I climbed into an opening and found a beaver pond with swampy grass surrounding it, and the trail was on the other side of the small pond.

In a  sweaty condition and covered with burrs I reached the path and quickly hiked the mile required to return to the trailhead parking lot where I stashed my gear and removed my waders and returned to the Hansen Guest Ranch. The morning on Rainey Creek was much more challenging than I expected, but I had fun nonetheless and learned valuable lessons that could be applied to future small stream fishing trips.

 

 

South Fork of the Snake River – 07/26/2014

Time: 7:00PM – 9:30PM

Location: A side channel on the south side of the river below the dam. The first water encountered after climbing a hill on Snake River Drive and then going around a large switchback.

Fish Landed: 1 (plus a whitefish not included in the count)

South Fork of the Snake River 07/26/2014 Photo Album

Could the fishing on the South Fork of the Snake River be as difficult as my experience on the Green River? I was really looking forward to fishing new water, but the flows were at 16,600 cfs, and that is a massive amount of water. My fear was that success required a guided float trip, and I did not have a partner to share the cost of such an undertaking. I was resigned to wade fishing, but where could I find access to some productive water at these high early season flows?

Jane and I had breakfast at our campsite and then packed up our tent and canopy and all our camping provisions. We were now headed to the Hansen Guest Ranch in Swan Valley, ID and the modern conveniences of running water and a bed. The volunteers at the Red Canyon Visitor Center in Flaming Gorge suggested that we try a different route from Flaming Gorge to Swan Valley, and we decided to follow their recommendation. We drove north to Rock Springs, west on interstate 80 to Green River, and then we took a secondary highway to route 189 just south of La Barge, WY. As we headed north on 189 we stopped at a nice Mexican restaurant in Big Piney and then continued north until we joined route 191. In the past we always took 191 from Rock Springs through Pinedale so the new route was a pleasant change.

We had no trouble finding the Hansen Guest Ranch, and owner and host, Tom, showed us our room. I asked about fishing, and he quickly directed me to the Rendezvous Fly Shop owned by Gary Duncan along route 26 in Irwin approximately four miles east of the ranch. After Jane and I got situated in our new surroundings, we made the short drive to the fly shop, and there we met Gary’s wife. I purchased a three day fishing license and began asking her questions about fishing the SF of the Snake River. She was doing a nice job of answering and provided directions to a spot that I could wade fish when Gary appeared. Apparently he had been in the back yard cutting the grass.

I asked Gary about a braided area I’d read about, but he felt that it would be difficult to reach this area with the flows at their current level. The article I read actually did suggest wade fishing the SF of the Snake in September when the flows are significantly reduced and conducive to wading. Gary pointed me toward the same area as his wife and suggested that I should fish there Saturday night as a scouting expedition. He then offered a key piece of information when he volunteered that a PMD hatch occurred at dusk, and I could expect a lot of fish to rise between 9 and 10PM.

In appreciation of this information I purchased three pale morning dun parachute flies and two pale morning dun nymph patterns, then we said goodbye and returned to the guest ranch. I wanted to explore Rainey Creek a bit, so Jane and I took another ride to the Rainey Creek Trailhead so I could scout this small tributary to the South Fork of the Snake River. Gary suggested that Rainey Creek might be productive as it did not have a national forest campground which brings many people and therefore more fishing pressure. He did offer Bear Creek as an alternative small stream to try and gave me directions on how to find it.

When we returned to the bed and breakfast, I decided to find the Snake River location that Gary described and adhere to his advice of fishing in the dark. I drove northwest on route 26, and in approximately four miles the highway crossed the river where I made an immediate left turn on Snake River Drive. I followed this dirt road for four or five miles until I climbed a short steep hill and then navigated a huge narrow switchback that took me away from the river and then right back to it. As I was going down the steep side of the loop, I encountered a herd of cattle, and it took pulling the Santa Fe amazingly close to the lead bull to force him to get out of my path.

These Fellows Blocked My Path on the Way to Fish the Snake River

These Fellows Blocked My Path on the Way to Fish the Snake River

 

Where the road came back to the river, there was a nice side channel, and I decided to stop and fish at this spot. The size of the side channel roughly approximated the Frying Pan River in Colorado, so this was not the normal small side trough. A pickup truck was parked a few feet up the road, so before committing to the area, I jumped out of the car and surveyed the stream for another fisherman. I elected to use my Loomis five weight as I was weary of casting the Scott six weight, and the section I was about to fish looked perfectly sized for the smaller rod.

As I began to walk downstream toward the confluence with the main Snake, I bumped into the owner of the pick up truck. He was a nice young man, and he had been fishing since 2PM and had landed five fish. He stated that it was a bit slow, but he seemed relatively pleased with his success. He was using mainly a dry/dropper with a chubby chernobyl as his top fly and a small fly that looked like a PMD nymph imitation as his subsurface offering. The young fisherman reassured me that I would find several places to cross the side channel, and this was probably the best information he gave me, as I was quite fearful of wading in unknown water at high flows in fading daylight. While we were talking, a huge halo of mosquitoes circled his head, so as he walked away, I pulled out my small spray bottle of Off and doused my neck, face and hands.

I was now ready to familiarize myself with the mighty South Fork of the Snake River, so I continued along the bank to the point where the side channel merged with the main body of the river. I tied on a size 12 gray stimulator since that worked on the Green River, and I spotted a few large caddis flitting about in the air around me. I prospected back up the braid with the large attractor with no signs of fish, and when I reached a point just below the large bend pool, I decided to edge my way across the tail to the bottom of a small island. I tossed some casts into the attractive deep pool and then worked the other side of the island and fished the inside of the channel.

When I reached the point across from where the pick up truck had been parked, I crossed again and moved upstream a bit toward the point where the side channel branched away from the river. All of these moves yielded no fish nor did I see any signs of fish as the water was absolutely dead. I was convinced that Gary was having a nice laugh as soon as Jane and I stepped out the door of his shop. I retraced my steps and found a muddy path back to the road and returned to the large bend pool. I paused to observe for five minutes or so, and much to my surprise, I noticed a few sporadic rises in the middle of the pool by 8:45PM. In addition a light creamy colored mayfly fluttered up slowly from the surface. Perhaps Gary was telling the truth after all.

The Pool That I Fished on Saturday Night

The Pool That I Fished on Saturday Night

These observations fueled my energy levels, and I positioned myself on the high bank next to the pool just above a large deadfall and began to loft a few casts to the location of the two rises. I could not get a good drift from this position because of my elevated position and the angle of the current, so I decided to cross again to the small island. Before I stepped in the water I was careful to make a mental note of my entry point as I would likely be returning in the dark. I slowly waded across the shallow current and then worked my way up to the small island on the northeast side of the attractive pool.

By now the frequency of the rises had increased so I added the purchased parachute pale morning dun as a second fly and kept the stimulator in place. I made some nice drifts over the locations of the rises with no results, so I began to worry that the fish were taking spinners, and I did not have a good spinner imitation on my leader. The time of day is what raised the spinner concern, but I reassured myself that I’d seen a dun floating up from the stream. I also seined the river briefly with my net, and this yielded a smaller blue wing olive dun.

Perhaps the parachute imitation was too large? I decided to snip off the stimulator and make the parachute my top fly and then add a size 16 gray comparadun as my point. It was clear to me that the fish were not tuned into caddis, so it made more sense to offer two PMD imitations. Finally by 9PM the hatch was in full swing and four or five fish began to smack the surface. I cast my two flies upstream to some still water four feet to the left of the current, and I was gratified to see a fish rise and sip in my parachute. Unfortunately when I quickly brought it to my net, I discovered a 12 inch whitefish. I was anxiously anticipating a Snake River cutthroat, so i was disappointed to encounter a whitefish as my first catch.

But fish continued to rise so I resumed casting in the rapidly fading daylight. As I drifted my flies through the center of the pool, a splashy rise along the current seam near the head of the pool caught my eye. I pivoted and shot a long 35 foot cast to the vicinity of the rise and saw a quick swirl and set the hook. This fish immediately rocketed toward the sticks and logs in the deadfall across from me, but I managed to pressure the projectile away without breaking it off. Clearly this fish was behaving like a trout and not a whitefish.

The Snake River Pool Yielded This Handsome Cutthroat Saturday Night

The Snake River Pool Yielded This Handsome Cutthroat Saturday Night

When I moved the fish closer to my net, it made one more short burst that took line, but I regained control again and netted a gorgeous 16 inch Snake River cutthroat. What a thrill! By the time I released my prize catch it was 9:30 and getting quite dark, and the frequency of rising fish had slowed considerably so I called it quits and returned to the guest ranch. Saturday night was a solid introduction to fishing the South Fork of the Snake River.