SAGE ONE FLY ROD SALE 30% OFF SPEY, SWITCH and SINGLE HAND MODELS

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While they last, and we have a bunch, SAGE ONE rods are discounted at least 30% off. The ONE series of rods has been the flagship model for SAGE for over eight years now and it’s time for it’s successor the SAGE X to step in and take over.

We have a very large stock of SAGE ONE single hand rods, SAGE ONE Switch Rods, and SAGE ONE Spey Rods. Rods will be discounted at least 30%. Additionally the SAGE ESN (European Nymphing models) and SAGE CIRCA models are being discontinued and we have those marked down 30% as well.

Stop in and pick one up or, order online at Caddisflyshop.com-SAGE-ONE-SALE

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Summer Fishing Conditions on the McKenzie and Willamette Rivers

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Gorgeous summer days look to be in front of us for a while. Water levels are fantastic for wading and boating. Steelhead counts are looking good, welcome to the Willamette Valley!

Hatches have slowed for sure on the McKenzie and Willamette and anglers should focus on smaller bugs and lower light conditions at this stage. Make sure to have Pale Morning Duns, Little Yellow Stones, and small Parachute Caddis in your box. Yesterday around mid morning I did find quite a few fish rising on the upper McKenzie. They were willing to take a Purple Parachute Rooster pattern, an excellent all around searching pattern.

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Evenings are going to produce solid fishing and again you will want smaller caddis patterns, little yellow stones and some spent Pale Morning Duns or “rusty spinner patterns”. It’s time to go to a longer leader and fish 5x and even 6x tippet to get that perfect drift with your smaller flies.

Steelhead fishing is going to best in low light as well. Fishing has remained solid on both the McKenzie and Willamette. The McKenzie seems to have more fish stacked up at Leaburg dam while the Willamette is getting a better spread of fish throughout from Dexter dam through town. We expect water conditions to get lower and scaling down your “intruder style” pattern is a good idea as the sun gets up a bit. We have some killer Aqua Flies that fit the bill.

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Oregonian Op-Ed: Renewed optimism for salmon recovery

New Op-Ed in the Oregonian this week By Liz Hamilton, Jeff Feldner and Chris Daughters…

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Biologists have cited removal of the lower Snake River dams as the best tool we’ve got for restoring wild salmon at risk of extinction. Despite a rapidly growing list of river restoration success stories, federal agencies have avoided seriously considering this option. The recently restored Elwha River in Washington state is a nearby example of how quickly fish and wildlife populations can bounce back. Recent coverage in National Geographic points out that young chinook, chum and coho salmon have all seen unexpectedly rapid population spikes since the Elwha and Glines Canyon dams were dismantled.

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McKenzie Special Caddis with Lagartun Micro Flat Braid

The first McKenzie Special Caddis I saw was when I met Prince Helfrich while fishing the Metolius River in the early 1960s. The pattern Prince fished had a muskrat grey body, brown hackle, and squirrel tail wing. You will see many variations on this fly today and my own preferences shift from season to season. This fly features a tag of Fl Chartreuse Lagartun Micro Braid. Fish this fly with a lot of movement and action to mimic the active swimming of the natural caddis as it swims to the surface to emerge.

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Hook TMC 3761 #10
Thread Lagartun 94D or Veevus 10/0
Tag – Chartreuse Lagartun Micro Flat Braid
Body – Whitlock SLF green & grey mixed
Rib – Lagartun wire
Hackle – Brown, Grizzly as you choose
Wing – Nature’s Spirit Humpy Deer Hair

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Stocked, Locked, Ready to Rock…Hosmer Lake Report

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Americans are notorious for not using their hard earned paid time off. That fact is rather sad and is indicative of a culture that at times has its priorities out of whack. When I logged into my employee account, I noticed that I was quickly approaching the ceiling of my accrued PTO. That meant only one thing, it’s Hosmer time. I packed up the trailer and my family and headed east last Thursday for a 4 day Hosmer get away.

But first, I must rant a little. My attitude towards Hosmer has become rather Jekyll and Hyde of late. I’ve been fishing Hosmer for several years and my fishing buddy, Rick Bocko, who would join me on Friday, has been fishing it much longer. Hosmer has changed. So many kayaks, paddle boards, pontoons and worst of all, an increasing presence of drift boats. Drift boats? On Hosmer? Hmmm…. Shall I prep my jet sled? I even had a bit of cognitive dissonance as I wrote this article. Do I expose to even more people to the beauty of Hosmer that would perhaps draw in even more people?

I guess the answer to that last question is, yes.

This trip was highlighted by a myriad of lows and highs. Even before leaving Eugene, we had a massive water leak in the trailer. The weather became somewhat schizophrenic at about Cultus with an inch or two of snow on the ground. While normally not a big deal, hauling a trailer in snow made it a big deal.

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Once “camp” was set up, I quickly grabbed a rod with my new Scientific Angler Stillwater line (great stuff) and hit the water. I fished the channel with not much luck, then headed to south lake.

Just at the entrance of south lake a tan caddis hatch started to emerge onto glass smooth water with a late evening intermittent light summer rain. Remember, it had just snowed not more than an hour prior. I sat in my pontoon awaiting to see how Hosmer’s new stocking program would react to these small tan caddis just sitting on the surface. One by one, small swirls started to appear with the occasional, “what the heck was that?”. Dry fly action was on. But dammit, in my haste to get on the water, I forgot to grab my dry fly set-up. Panicking, I threw a Lafontaine caddis emerger onto my clear sinking line and just hoped it would float long enough for a trout to be interested. Well, the trout were interested. Let me rephrase that, the pigs were interested.

Hosmer is on year two of a new stocking program that is eliminating Atlantic salmon in favor of rainbows and cutthroats. Let me just say, the rainbows are absolutely sick. They are plentiful, very hardy and at times they are huge. This last assertion is best seen in exhibits A and B below.

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On Friday, Rick joined me and we spent 13 and 11 hours sitting in our pontoons, respectively. The weather at times was horrid with torrential down pours. Another low of the trip was me forgetting my rain jacket. A little hypothermia is good for the soul, right? Rick caught a dozen including a very large (20+in) trout on a dry caddis along with several 17-18 inchers. I hooked up times ten including a 17 inch brookie and several good size bows and a couple small cuts. A word about cutthroats to ODFW. Just be gone with them. A 20 inch cut at Hosmer fights like a 12 inch bow. The flies that reigned the day were hula damsel, tan x-caddis and green scud.

On Saturday and with much improved weather and a gorgeous full moon (tested out my new lens), I parked for the now predictable caddis hatch on south lake and hooked into a very fat, 20 inch bow while explaining to another fisherman the particulars of these trout. I remember muttering to my audience while being dragged around the lake that I needed a bigger boat (but not a drift boat). Yes, I actually said and have since regretted that comment.

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Of the 30ish fish Rick and I caught, we landed only one Atlantic salmon and a couple brookies, a definite sign of a waning era. While he and I are definitely missing the old stocking program, who in their right mind can argue with the new dawn of the bow and for that I thank ODFW.

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And oh yeah…another low was when I blew a bearing on my trailer 10 miles after leaving Hosmer, couldn’t get a tow and had to hobble back to Eugene with only three wheels on Father’s day.

Good times.

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NZ ’16

Summer is officially here, so cheers, to wet wading, weekend excursions, and some of the most fun fishing of the year. Let me tell you about where I spent my ‘first’ summer of 2016 down South.

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My best friend and I needed an escape from the gloom and darkness of February in the Pacific Northwest, so we headed to the land of monster trout and sandflies for a life changing fly fishing adventure.

“We’re so screwed.”

We said this a lot. It was never because something bad had happened, or because something bad was going to happen. We typically said it after we had just released a 20+ inch brown trout that had slurped our dry fly as it sat in 10 inches of the clearest, most pristine, turquoise water we’d ever seen. In other words, we thought we had genuinely ruined our lives at the spry, recently graduated age of 22. We’d constantly ask ourselves the question: “How could anything be better than this?” We thought we’d genuinely jaded ourselves past the point of no return. It was a serious concern; it still is to be honest…

New Zealand is a twisted place. Vegemite is unanimously enjoyed, they drive on the left side of the road, and the trout are absolutely monstrous. The fishing is incomparable– It is some of the most challenging, relentless, but rewarding angling you will ever do. Its trout fishing with the mindset of steelheading: to catch one fish is a treat, to catch multiple is truly a special day. The psychology is the same because whether you are swinging for steelhead or trout fishing in New Zealand one thing is for certain: if you get one, its going to be a good one.

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It is also unique to any other trout fishing you will ever do. It is 100% sight fishing in crystal clear water for large, intelligent trout in precarious situations requiring not only long casts, but also sneaky presentations. You get one shot at a fish before it either spooks or decides to never move again. So, not only is it difficult, it is also a game of patience, and one that tests your skill as a fisherman with every trout you encounter. The fish aren’t necessarily picky, but the most willing of feeders won’t even sniff your fly if you don’t place it precisely and gently. Did I mention you’re using a 15-17 foot leader and wind is a constant variable? That doesn’t help much. Neither does a swarm of sandflies buzzing around your face looking for any piece of exposed skin to gnaw on. But hey, its all part of the kiwi experience.

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The dark spot in the center of the frame is a fish.

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From what I’ve gathered, every season is different in New Zealand. Some years you’re catching fish on mouse patterns and others (such as this one) it’s all about cicadas. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the constant humming of these insects as they serenaded me from the surrounding trees as I walked up the river. I’ll never forget how much the fish loved them, too. See and hear for yourself:

It’s a cool thing to be 22 years old, backpack on, fly rod in hand, and setting out on the trail up a new river whose name you can’t even pronounce. It’s another cool thing to trek 20 kilometers through rainforest and have the day culminate with a few hungry fish and a cozy, backcountry hut to sleep in at night. And it’s a really cool thing to sit on the bank of a trout stream 7,000 miles away from home and think about where you are in the world, let alone the universe.

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whatever you do, look down.

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This was my first taste of traveling internationally with a fly rod and I now know what I want to do with my life. Perfecting your craft and knowledge on your home water over a lifetime is awesome but as the term ‘home water’ implies, it will always be there when you return. I’d say there is nothing more enjoyable then stepping out into a mysterious, utopian-like trout stream on the other side of the world and not having the slightest inclination of what might happen. That sort of anticipation and adventure is addicting and enriching for the soul. I read once that water covers about 70% of the earth, I’d say that fares pretty well for us fisherman.

enjoy summer.
Andy

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Green Butt Silver Hilton Fly Tying Video

Tony demonstrates how to tie a very productive “northwest favorite” steelhead pattern. The Green Butt Silver Hilton works great on the McKenzie, Willamette, Deschutes and so many more!

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Green Butt Silver Hilton Fly Tying Video

Hook: TMC 7999, sizes 1-8
Thread: Veevus 10/0 White & Black
Tag: Lagartun Flat Silver Tinsel
Tag: Teal Flank or Mallard Flank
Rib: Lagartun Oval Silver Tinsel
Butt: Fl. Chartreuse Hareline STS Trilobal Dubbing
Body: Black Hareline STS Tribal Dubbing
Hackle: Guinea Hen or Grizzly Hackle
Wing: Grizzly Hackle Tips

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Middle Fork of the Willamette Fishing Well Top To Bottom – June 2016

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Water levels have dropped on the Middle Fork of the Willamette recently and fishing has remained very good. Wading anglers can now access much of the water between Hills Creek Reservoir and Lookout Point Reservoir with relative ease. For those looking to catch steelhead from Dexter Dam on into Eugene that section of the Willamette has also dropped and steelhead fishing has been good as well. Water levels in this area are in the “sweet spot” to be sure.

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Best patterns for the Middle Fork of the Willamette have been Pale Morning Duns, Parachute Caddis, Green Drakes, Parachute Adams and Jigged Pheasant Tail Nymphs.

Best Steelhead patterns for the Willamette have been articulated style flies with color schemes purple/black and purple pink.

Steelhead numbers are looking pretty good to date, let’s hope they keep coming!

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Fly Line Blow Out Sale – Over 100 Lines on SALE at The Caddis Fly

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Jay and I continued our attempt to organize and streamline the shops inventory today by taking a hard look at the fly line wall. We removed all the “onesies” and odd balls, included some great lines in trout, spey and saltwater and marked them down as low as $29.95. When we finished there were over 100 lines designed to serve who knows how many different fly fishing applications. There are some fantastic deals to be had here take a close look at the extensive listing here: SALE LINES

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Pacific City Dory Flyfishing – June 2016

My phone buzzed the fisherman’s five o-clock alarm on the bedside table and I reached for it with pinched eyes. Birdsong came in a congress of calls beyond the glow of my curtained window. The birds were more excited to be awake then I was, but that wouldn’t take long to remedy. In a half an hour I was going fishing.

Jay Nicholas had graciously invited me to fish with Capt. John Harrell (Pacific City Fly Fishing)  – our party included me, Jay, and Rob & Erin Perkin. We would be hunting crab and Pacific black rockfish, a dark and slick speckled species of sea bass off the coast. We figured the fish would start to bite at 5:30am, so we were up and dressed by ten before to head down to Pacific City Fly Fishing.

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The morning was pale and cool, the same bluish gray as the slats on the shop as it rolled up beside the truck. Parking and piling out of the car, I met our fishing comrades for the day. Erin and Rob fished these waters several times each month and Rob gave my hand a hardy, excited shake. He grinned for the morning ahead, stoked like a fire to be burning the early morning oil for dory fishing. Next there was Jack Harrell, John’s Dad, our host and driver to the launch, and finally his son John, our dory Capt. and guide.

“Are you ready?” John asked me, with a kind toothy grin.

We’d packed the dory and loaded into respective vehicles for the short trip to shore. I sat in the passenger seat of John’s truck, with Rob in the back behind me.

“So ready,” I said.

“Atta girl,” he replied.

It took only a few minutes to get to the beach. We crossed a man dug canal, passed a smattering of prettily shingled, wind weathered houses, rolled through a sandy parking lot and down a long ramp to the dune flanked shoreline.

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Waves rolled up to meet a handful of vehicles and dories in line to put into the swells. I chatted with Erin, our hands shoved into our river salt jackets against the morning chill. We grinned at the impressive spectacle of men backing trucks and boats into the surf, racing away from the launched boat in four wheel drive like dare devils approaching launch ramps. Each left men behind to push their boat into the waves up to their watered hips.

Erin and I were the only women on shore.

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When it was our dory’s turn, things happened quickly. John backed her into the surf until the boat floated about a foot above bottom, then he pulled the truck and trailer away. His black lab Gracie splashed in the sea after him as the vehicle rushed up the beach. John ushered Erin and I onto the Dory first, followed by Jay and Rob, and then he walked us out into the waves until he, too, heaved himself over the hull and into the boat. And before we could be pushed back into shore by the sea, he clicked the key to bring the engine to life and we cruised out into open water.

It wasn’t long before the shore was a distant sight, the beach and pine tree topped cliffs the only stable thing beyond the rolling waves. I stood next to John as we cruised up and down with them.

“We’re getting close,” he said, pointing to a white lined screen with what looked like color graded mountains on it.

“This is a sensor that tells us the depth of the water we’re in,” he explained. “We’re looking for rock formations that will gather fish. They’ll look like spikes on the screen,” he said.

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As if John had called them up with his words the mountains suddenly spiked into towers. Little fish figures appeared on the screen with numbers next to each. 21, 19, 20, 24 feet below—there were fish all over the screen below us.

“There we go! I think we found, em’” John said with a wink and slowed the engine.

That’s when I saw my first rise on open water.

It was splashy and sporadic. The bass crashed into the surface to take their food and then abruptly turned, whipping the air with their tail. They were everywhere, dotting the waves like rain drops on a huge puddle.

Everyone in the boat rodded up. I pulled the popper off of the keeper above my handle, stripped to the end of my shooting head and with the heart palpitating rush that is the first cast of any day on the water, I cast line toward the last splashing rise I’d seen. Erin had joined me at the hull, and we cast out together, pulling our poppers through the surf.

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Stripping one, two, three, four—BANG!—it wasn’t five strips before I had my first fish on. And it wasn’t two more strips before Erin made it a double. We erupted in yelps and cheers as the poppers disappeared in splashing rises and the fish began to run. My fish escaped straight toward the bottom of the ocean. Rock fish, I learned pack some muscle, and this one put up a heck of a fight. Soon, though, the line turned to leader as it left the water and the bass emerged out of the depths at the end.

I had never grinned so wide.

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John pulled my fish from the water and held it up for me to see. It’s bulging eye and gaping sharp toothed mouth were glistening, the white foam head and bucktail of my popper snug in its lip. This was just the beginning of a morning of extraordinary fishing—a morning we would soon laugh about as one not of fishing, but of catching.

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It could have been Erin with bass on poppers, Jay hooking bass on a Tenkara rod, or maybe it was Rob’s elation as he mastered catching big bass in the manner we all envisioned fishing as kids—dropping a hand-line straight down below the boat to catch more than a handful of fish simply by jigging the fly up and down. Or maybe it was John’s constant excitement with each strike, congratulating my every take with a hearty “Atta girl!” that made the morning so much fun.

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SAMSUNG CSCIt isn’t easy being a woman in fly fishing. It’s intimidating, stepping out onto water in a sport men have held a majority in designing and building for years. And it’s even more intimidating to be a woman fly fishing at sea. Erin and I had stood in stark contrast on a beach full of male anglers, but John never made us feel like we were any different than the men we joined on the water. The cheers were sincere, the excitement tangible in each rock of the boat as we gathered round to see the spoils of the most recent take. We were all just giddy anglers in the acquisition of rising, flipping fish.

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The catch was plentiful, equally so in pot caught crab as we were in fish, and as we jetted for land four hours later we were the best kind of exhausted. With bins full of our quota of rockfish and still-snapping crab, we cruised toward the beach at what felt like full speed.

“Hold on,” John said, “We’re coming in hot!”

He had to be joking. But he wasn’t. We cruised up to the beach at speed, the bottom of the boat banging in a rising rattle on waves as they crested closer together near the shore. Then with one final thump and skid we landed on the wet sand and slid up the beach to a stop.

I laughed out loud and smiled, eyes wide.

“That was phenomenal!” I said to John as we piled out onto the sand and loaded the boat onto Jack’s waiting truck.

The morning rewarded the 4 anglers with (28) rock fish and (20) crab, not to mention the welcome donuts and coffee back at Jack’s shop. I can’t say thank you enough to Jay, Jack, and John —  for one of the most enthralling experiences of my angling life so far. The magic of a morning on the Dory is truly one of a kind, with bass on the rise and the mirth of great casts. Like pulling the perch out of a pond with a bread baited hook as a kid, that morning reminded me of the pure joy of catching fish and the power of fishing among friends.

Maddy Bell, June 13th 2016

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Night Dancer Steelhead Fly Tying Video

Tony Torrence demonstrates how to tie a classic steelhead pattern. The Night Dancer is great on the Deschutes River all summer. It also fishes well in low and clear water conditions on the McKenzie and Willamette Rivers.

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Night Dancer

Thread: Black 10/0 Veevus
Hook: TMC 7999, sizes 2-8
Tail: Red Hareline Strung Saddle Hackle
Rib: Lagartun Medium Flat Silver Tinsel
Body: Black Danville 4 Strand Floss
Hackle: Purple Hareline Strung Saddle Hackle
Wing: Black, Bear Hair or Calftail or Bucktail

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Glass Bead Estuary Shrimp Fly Tying Video

In this video Jay Nicholas demonstrates his “Estuary Shrimp” fly pattern. It’s a proven pattern for Sea Run Cutthroat and it’s going to get some serious “water time” for spring chinook. This glass bead style shrimp variation can be changed up to work for surf perch and bonefish.

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Glass Bead Estuary Shrimp

Hook: SS15 Gamakatsu or 811S TMC
Beads: Large Orange
Thread: White Veevus 10/0
Tail: Ice Dub Fl . Shell Pink
Butt: Ice Dub Rusty Brown
Eyes: Bead Chain
Wing: American Opossum Orange and Black

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Mexico Tarpon Fly Fishing Report

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From our good friends Andrew and Colleen Shipman a recent report on Isla Holbox Tarpon fishing in Mexico.

After thirteen seasons in Key West fishing for migratory tarpon, including lasts years one tarpon jump in five days on the last afternoon, Colleen and I decided to switch it up to juvenile and baby tarpon on Isla Holbox, Mexico. If you haven’t heard of Alejandro Vega Cruz, a.k.a. Mr. Sandflea, you probably need to watch more outdoor/fly fishing shows. I think right now he’s fishing with Jimmy Buffett in a permit tournament. He was born on Holbox and has guided for 25 plus years there with his family. His passion for life and fly fishing for tarpon, permit, and bonefish is infectious and if you aren’t smiling on his boat within seconds and for days after, something’s wrong with you. To get there: fly into Cancun, drive or taxi two hours north (Sandflea can arrange), 1/2 hour ferry to the island, and golf cart to your hotel. The inhabited part of Holbox is about 1.5 miles long which is all easily accessible by foot, bike, or golf cart taxi. Other than fishing, the island offers many beaches and an easy way to forget about daily life and just relax.

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After meeting with Sandflea the night before, we decided to target only juvenile and baby tarpon. Large, migratory tarpon are in the area but 12 weights and sink tips are needed. Our first day Sandflea picked us up from the beach of our hotel in a panga boat, he brought an extra guide (Valentino) to pole so he could stand next to the angler sight fish and re-tie flies (very helpful). We made an hour run to our flat (Sandflea: ‘hey, there’s my son-in-law on a guide trip’), we saw fish immediately and it didn’t take long for both Colleen and I to each ‘trout set’ an eat and miss fish. I asked Sandflea and Valentino to only make fun of us in English so we could understand…we took turns on the platform and I had several more eats with spit flies, chewed through leaders, and another broken rod. Colleen’s hook sets were more precise and allowed her to land a nice fish (below). We spent the afternoon going through small creeks under mangroves into remote lagoons. We only saw one school of tarpon racing past us and Sandflea was perplexed why no tarpon were rolling in the backcountry.

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Day two: Sandflea wanted to take us permit fishing, so we made an hour and fifteen minutes run (Sandflea: ‘hey, that’s my uncle on a guide trip’). I had a lot of faith in a guy who says he’s caught 169 permit. As we pulled into the area, he stood up with a confused look on his face, the flat was actually dirty and he said something about a muddy smell. Needless to say we didn’t see a permit on a flat that he said ‘they’re usually everywhere, small, but everywhere’. Oh well. We spent half the day searching for permit and then again back into the mangrove creeks and lagoons. No rolling tarpon. We fished another flat that had plenty of tarpon that just followed our fly but wouldn’t commit to it eating them. Sandflea spoke to his uncle who said the same, no fish today for two reasons (1) 24 hour rain the week before filled up the lagoons and mangroves and (2) the full moon tides (strongest of the month) pulled the rain water out of the mangroves into the flats, with mud.

Day three: Back to tarpon. We made the same run as the first day, but fished a different flat. We saw hundreds of fish, big schools, little schools, I had six eats in the morning and again chewed lines, spit flies, broken leader (fish jumped twice after breaking off), and broken rod. Colleen, only 2 eats, but again the better fisher-person…we ate lunch and then ran to the mangroves hoping for rolling fish however nothing happening. Instead he took us to a private lagoon to show us some Tiger Heron chicks and a mother (tough to see in the pic) that I’m pretty sure no one else knows about. We called it a day and Sandflea ran us back to our hotel.

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We met up with Sandflea later that night to buy t-shirts, visors and to square-up on the guide tab. Below are a couple links to find Sandflea, he responds to email relatively quickly (sometimes he’s busy fishing). Typical day is 6am to 2pm, lunch and drinks included. He has equipment, but encourages people to bring their own 8 wt. thru 10 wt. for juveniles and babies and 12 wt. for migratory fish. We mostly used different variations of tarpon toads, but he picked through my box and wasn’t afraid to try something he liked. I brought six spools of fresh leader material and left it with him as well as two brand new fly lines as part of my tip, they don’t have a local fly shop or reliable mail…we’re already planning next year’s trip, with more fishing days.

http://m.facebook.com/tarponclubislaholbox/

www.holboxtarponclub.com

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Fire bird Fly Tying Video

From our friends at Loon Outdoors

The Fire Bird is a spin-off on the classic Bird’s Nest. In it’s original form the Bird’s Nest is a super buggy pattern that is a fairly quick tie. We love quick ties and buggy patterns! With the easy addition of a hot spot using our UV Fly Paint, this fly gains just a little bit of flare without compromising the parts of the classic that we love. Although it’s tied unweighted here, this fly would work well with a bead head especially if it is being fished by itself in deeper water.

Hook: Daiichi 1760 #10-18
Thread: 50d GSP White
Tail: Mallard Flank Orange
Ribbing: Small Brown Wire
Body: Senyo’s Fusion Dub Crusty Nail
Legs: Mallard Flank
Thorax: Senyo’s Fusion Dub Crusty Nail
Wing Case: UV Fly Paint Red

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Last Minute Trip for King Salmon Available

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Long time Caddis Fly customer and big fish seeker David Bayles has had to bow out of his annual Sapsuk River fishing trip. David is trying to get his spot filled and is offering a tremendous last minute deal.


POSSIBLY THE BEST CHINOOK FLY FISHING IN THE WORLD– on sale!


Owing to a medical cancellation, one spot has become available, at a substantilal discount, during the prime week of the run of bright Chinook salmon on the remote and pristine Sapsuk river, in the shadow of the most active volcano in the western hemishere (Mt Pavloff) on the Aleutian peninsula, The Sapsuk is owned by a native corporation, entry is strictly controlled, and it is perfect fly water. You can reasonably expect multiple daily hook ups with alarmingly strong and aggressive fish in the 30-50 poud class, just a few miles from salt water. The dates are June 24 to July 1, and round trip charter transportation, from Anchorage, is included the package – along with lodging, meals, worldclass guides, boats, flies, everything but drinks and tips. The package is $5300, discounted by 1/3 to $3550. $3550 for, arguably, the best chihook fly fising in the world. Unheard of.

Send David and email at: david.bayles@icloud.com for further information or to take advantage of this unique opportunity.

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