I've had a looong dryspell... no steelhead to hand since mid January, and to make matters worse, I'm a guy that gets out regularly and persistently. After millions of casts go unanswered, I start to question my skills, my abilities, and even my manhood. Something had to give.
On friday, 6/20, I had my usual day off to fish. I'd
planned to float and with no one available to join me, it was to be a
solitary day of fishing. At the put in, there were a couple boats ahead
of me, so rather than squeeze in behind and feel rushed, I decided to
take my time and fish a piece of water above the put in until the other
boats got downstream some ways.
The water I was fishing has some
good rocky structure in it with some soft, shallow inside water. It was
overcast so in the low light conditions I could not get myself to try
anything but a surface fly to begin with. As I got in the area where
the structure starts, my skater came into the shallow, soft inside water
in the wake behind some of the submerged rocks. I saw a gulping rise
come to the fly, but felt nothing on the line. Just as I was
contemplating that the rise looked like a steelhead, the fish came up
again and rolled at the fly with it's back and dorsal visible - positive
ID. I made another cast but the fish would not come back. I moved
back up a few steps and changed to a riffle hitched muddler, still
nothing. Back up again and now I tied on a fairly large feather wing
wet fly tied by my good friend Tony Torrence. Just as I got past where
the fish came up to the skater, my line came tight and I could feel the
headshakes of the steelhead. I got a few nice runs out of this average
sized hen of about 27". I landed her on the bank and took a few photos.
After a long dry spell it felt good to have a fish on the other end of
I proceeded with my float after fishing through the remainder of the run and with a fish in the cooler so early, I was hoping to
encounter another steelhead to make for a multi-fish day, but it was not
to be. I guess I would have been ahead of the game if I had just went
home without launching my boat!
Tony had given me the fly that got this fish when I was visiting him at his home this past winter. I noticed it sitting on his bench and mentioned that it was an eye catcher. He says, "here, take it, I'm not happy with the proportions". I'll glady take any of Tony's prototypes that don't make his grade, anytime!
just a few hours to fish before heading out on family activities, I got
to the same water at first light, hoping for a repeat of the day before.
When I got to the zone in the lower structures, my anticipation was
high, but no encore performance in the fishy spot. I went to the top of
the run and fished all the way down with no positive feedback.
had about an hour left and decided to get in my car and drive to
another nearby bank spot. I'd seen gear guys get fish in this spot
multiple times and wondered if the holding lies could give up a fish to
I started about 50yds above where the gear guys
fish and fished my way down. By the time I got to the bottom of the
run, it was just before 9am and I had a cast or two before it was time
to go. As my fly came past some ledgerock structure, I lost sight of my
skater in the chop and I then saw the porpoising rise of a nice
steelhead with a bit of color across it's side. I waited for the line
to come tight, but the fly just continued swinging into the dangle. I
stepped back a few steps and fished back through again, but like
yesterday's fish, this one wasn't willing to break the surface film a
second time. I stepped back up and took out my box of OPs (other
people's flies gifted to me) and decided to tie on a sassy little Blue
Charm Adrian Cortes gave me on the NU last fall.
As I got back to
the position where the fish came up originally, I made my cast and as
the little wet fly swung past the ledgerock, the line stopped, snapped
tight, and the steelhead was airborne and screaming line from the old
clicker in an instant. The splashdown of the steelhead was loud enough
to startle a couple gear guys who had just showed up to fish directly
below me. This was a hot fish that took off up and down the run a
couple times and gave a stubborn, bulldogging fight that for a moment,
led me to question whether I had a steelhead or small Springer on as the
fight was reminiscent of Adrian Cortes's grand battle with a surface
grabbing Chinook last fall. I was able to step back up a rock bank and
got the steelhead on the beach about 15 minutes later. It was so
satisfying to see the little blue charm lodged firmly in the corner of
the jaw of that 30" buck.
This is fairly early for me to be
raising my local hatchery summer runs to the surface and it was
interesting to note their one-time only willingness to break the surface
going after my skaters with success only coming with a wet fly to close
the deal. With most sane folks still fishing sinktips, I was glad to
get a couple fish with my preferred dry line/surface methods.
Adrian's beautiful Blue Charm that he gifted to me last September in the jaw:
I've also been going through a temporary shift equipment-wise. I've been using my two handers again since late spring, mostly because they are handy when I am floating solo in my drift boat. I'm able to anchor at spots and cast/swing from the rowing seat and I do like how they cover big water. As I get back to fishing the NU come early July and as the flows on the Middle Fork Willamette continues to drop over summer, my old glass sticks will be coming out.