Colleen & I were wanting to get back to the McKenzie to correct the mishaps that made this year’s Two-Fly very memorable…with a major gap in our trout fly rod arsenal, I grabbed the 6 wt saltwater rod & Tibor reel (with about 300 yards of backing) and a few other superlight set-ups. I found it odd that there were no trailers or boats at the take-out / put-in on a sunny Saturday with no Duck game. Just as the blog has recently reported, the river is fishing very well and we were catching fish consistently. As Colleen started to push us to our more preferred spots, my thingamabobber dove down like a freight train and I connected with a “native” Steelhead. After a pesky battle that never got to the backing (thank you Tibor Freestone), but included a swim between Colleen’s legs, we were able to grab the fish by the tail for a few glory shots and then released him back on his journey.
As I looked around, I noticed we were all alone, no other boats, no wade or bank fisherman, or even the sound of a passing car, it was an epic moment. Oh yeah, the steelhead ate a Mega Prince, what else? We fished out the rest of the day catching trout consistently on dries & nymphs, but no big dogs. And, as usual we try to leave the river a little cleaner than when we arrive – Matt, need a spare oar?
Andrew & Colleen