August 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
You would think that living within 45 miles of two world class trout rivers and several very good creeks that get little to no fishing pressure in that same radius, that you could catch me honing my skills on a regular basis. But admittedly, I am not a “die hard” trout fisherman… c’mon, I have a full time job, dad of twins, an avid archer, Mr. Fixit around the house and someone has to mow the lawn, right??? But the truth of the matter is I still have enough of a passion for trout fishing that I try to get out a few times a season. Oh, also, the only time I hit the tying vise these days is when Ben comes begging that he is out of pink squirrels and wooly buggers…
But I recently got bit by the trout bug and decided that the remaining days of the trout season aught not be another lost opportunity for me. I called Ben and told him that I was going to the Rush River and I suggested he come along. Without hesitation, he agreed and we met in Baldwin and within an hour we were fishing on the Rush.
At first, it seemed that our day was spoiled when we had an encounter with an out-of-stater. As we were stringing our poles at the access point, they quickly hopped out of their car and engaged in a foot race to the stream. In situations like this, I typically avoid confrontation, but Ben thought that they should be aware that they were being less than courteous… But we both agreed than two can play they game they chose to, so we walked right past them and cut in a hundred yards ahead…
After the first hurtle had been cleared, we were into the fish right off the get go. Ben hooked into a 12 inch class brown, and immediately tied into a beautiful 16-17 incher on a coachman fly.
My first fly selection was a searching pattern, a generic nymph that I have always fished with confidence. But my efforts were not rewarded as quickly as Ben’s. As we fished through the first big pool my luck didn’t improve. Ben was up 3-0.
As a side note, if you know us two, we are very competitive with each other and have differing opinions on a lot of things which often times leads to a bit strife, however, trout fishing has always been one of those things where we both get along wonderfully and we feed off our successes and failures quite nicely. It is truly one of the things I most enjoy doing with him.
As we exited the pool, I changed my setup to one of my favorite flies, the pink squirrel. No sooner was my fly tied on, I had my first Rush River brown on the other end of the line… Not bad, but a 10 incher.
After that last good pool, our appetites were high for a cold beer, so we called it a night. All said and done, ten browns and one enthusiastic brookie were caught and released that evening. When we got back to my car, the two Lost Arrow Porters turned out to be the greatest catch that evening after our leaky waiters were peeled off.
August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
With Sean returning home from a six week tour, and I, a four week tour we decided to reunite our insatiable urge to be on the stream. My original plan was to fish a stream that flows into the Rush, but I woke up at 5:30 and thought about the “storm spot” of the Rush. I met Sean in Baldwin as I was brewing an Oatmeal Stout over at Twin Lakes Brewing Co. with Andrew the night before. It was thick, dark, and smelled of chocolate malt-o-meal.
Without even knowing what the weather was supposed to be, I proposed we head to the storm spot (keep in mind I have never fished here and it not been pouring rain with thunder and lightning), and off we went! The morning was crisp and overcast and the water was stained from rain the day before.
The watercress are in full this time of year, and along with various mints, and you can keep your mouth fresh and spicy – a nice streamside salad I’d say.
We were fishing along with little action and in comes the thunder and rain. A solid two hours of heavy rain felled upon us and I didn’t even think about bringing a rain coat. Another leak sprung in my waders as well, so I wet to through and through. When the rain started, the obvious choice is to put on a woolly bugger, and we did so. One fish! Two!
They were still rising in the rain to something. We tried to figure it out but to no avail, so I put the woolly bugger back on and casted into a slow riffle and let it drag. A couple ticks on a rock, and the third tick from the strike indicator just looked different for some reason – so I set the hook. Uh oh…. nice fish!
The rain persisted as did the thunder. We decided to call it a day. It was just shy of 10 am, and I happened to have a Cream Ale from the Twin Lakes Brew in my backseat – why not?
August 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
Getting time on tour to be out in the woods and water is usually slim to none. This time, Damian (the drummer) ran into a guy who worked for the Stillwater Fly Fhop and wanted to take us out fishing. We made our way to the headwaters of the Deschutes River inbetween Bend and Sunriver, OR. I’ve never fished with guides before and my impression is the complete opposite of these guys. It felt more like fishing with old friends. It didn’t hurt that one of them, Todd, had ties back to Wisconsin, and shared my sentiment with the Driftless Area.
The water was crystal clear, glacial blue. There’s Damian casting a big 10 foot rod, with one broken hand. His casting looked real nice in fact.
Here’s a nice brookie I caught, basically jigging a golden stone fly.
I’ll be back in Wisconsin in a few days and will be fishing hard while I’m home for a couple of weeks. Cannot wait.