Cascade Family Fly Fishers put on Taimen talk at Eagles tonight

Head out to the Eugene Eagles Aerie tonight at 7pm to catch a talk on Mongolian Taimen, hosted by the Cascade Family Fly Fishers.

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Rivers of a Lost Coast DVDs now available!

Hot off the presses, the new Rivers of a Lost Coast DVDs are now available.

The new DVD package includes never before seen extra footage, deleted scenes, bonus features and a beautiful 41-page color insert booklet with original writings from Russ Chatham, Peter Moyle, Jack Berryman and Conrad Calimpong.

See interview with the directors by Jay Nicholas on why you need to buy this DVD:

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Tillamook Salmon Report: Where have all the salmon gone?

“It’s been terrible,” Bob Rees confided, the wind buffeting his cell phone mouthpiece. “Been this way all season,” he added. Bob would know. He’s one of Tillamook’s most established guides, as well as being a vocal advocate for wild fish, clean water, and coastal rainforests. He shares information with several other area guides, including his close friend Chris Vertopulos. If Bob says the fishing is slow, it’s really slow.

We hung up and I stared at the wall, momentarily dazed by the blunt reality that our November chinook run was a no-show. Over the prior two weeks there had been a few “bites” at the Jaws, the Coast Guard Station, the Ghost Hole and Bay City. Those little windows of activity were the exception. The rule was eight hours of cold, wet nothing. Needless to say, it was proving to be a rough year for Tillamook salmon guides.

I decided a long time ago not let bad reports keep me from the river. I have slipped up on occasion, using an extreme weather forecast as an excuse to sleep in, only to kick myself later. Weather fronts often move onshore early or late, or fail to drop as much precipitation as anticipated. Those of us who have fallen prey to overblown hydrological predictions eventually learn a valuable lesson: when in doubt, go to the river. You can always go home. But once you’re sipping coffee in your kitchen at 9am, the day belongs to the smart ones who showed up. Fair weather anglers, or those waiting for good fishing reports, consistently show up a day or two late, only to hear the old refrain: should have been here yesterday!

So Dad and I packed up the fishmobile and headed north for Tillamook. Given the potential for downpours, we went overboard on clothing, with two rain jackets per person, tons of extra fleece layers, socks, gloves, hats, and a wool scarf. There was extra food in the lunch cooler, and a big thermos of hot coffee to warm our insides. We had single-handers, two-handers, spinning rods and baitcasters, a dozen fly boxes and three boxes of tried-and-true Kwikies.

Morning broke quietly in Bay City. The usual salmon-induced fervor was absent from Highway 101. Tillamook Sporting Goods was a ghost town. Dan Dixon, a legendary Spey stick, now managing Tillamook’s premier fishing shop, was glued to the shop TV. Ed Ward was demonstrating the Perry Poke, and Dan was soaking up every bit of it. The store copy of Skagit Master had just arrived, and I could see a fire burning in Dan’s eyes. “Have you been throwing the long rod?” I asked. “Nah,” he said. “There’s nobody to Spey fish with around here.” He passed along what he’d heard from the prior day, and we agreed to swing some flies together come winter.

At Donaldson Bar we wadered up and pushed the drift boat into frosty green water. Conditions were perfect. The shuttle driver moved my truck down to Memaloose Point, committing us to a long float out into the bay. Despite the poor fishing reports, we were virtually guaranteed to run into a batch of fish somewhere in those six or seven miles of river and tidewater.

Tillamook Fall Salmon fishing

By noon we hadn’t seen or heard of a fish. At least a dozen other boats reported the same. We snacked a little, then settled into flat-lining k-16s (no wrap) through a beautiful steelhead run, when Dad’s rod flattened. A hot king flashed below, then tumbled across the tailout. Gorgeous buck, sea lice all over its body, about 14 pounds. We celebrated with a fine Ninkasi beer–Total Domination IPA. The day was getting brighter by the minute.

Our now jovial boat floated under Sollie Smith Bridge, considered the last take-out for non-motorized boats, and down toward tidewater. The first two runs were open, and we fished hard without a bite. After that, we found power boats in every spot, some anchored, some back-trolling on kickers. One boat had a fish, the rest were waiting patiently. We pushed on through and enjoyed a scenic tour of the estuary, pulling out in the early afternoon without a sign of fish.

With two hours of daylight remaining, I suggested we head north to drift the lower Kilchis. Dad had never seen a chum salmon, and the Kilchis was running clear enough to resemble a giant aquarium. The Logger Bridge was busy with bank anglers, none of whom had seen or heard of a chinook caught. From there down, we didn’t see a soul. Dad threw spinners as we drifted through the Kilchis floodplain. Some tailouts were thick with chums, others vacant. It was clear that chum numbers were down, along with chinook. Just before dark, as we neared reach of tide, Dad’s spinner stopped and shook violently. He set the hook into a solid chum, and in a few minutes was cradling the painted doe in the shallows. Mission accomplished! We took out in the dark and grabbed some dinner in town.

Tillamook Fall Salmon fishing

Our second day dawned in steady rain. We shuffled around, even stopped for breakfast at a greasy spoon, in hopes that we might wait out the worst of it. We talked over our options–the Kilchis, Wilson, Trask, or Nestucca. They all seemed good, but my gut told me the Wilson was still the place to be for chrome kings. This time we launched up river at the Siskeyville ramp, taking out at Donaldson Bar. Again I was confident that we would run into a batch of tide fish somewhere in that gorgeous section of river. But the miles came and went, the rain fell steadily, and the air temperature dropped a couple of degrees. This was tough fishing.

Sometime in the early afternoon we passed the ghostly remains of the Guide Shop. I looked up at the hilltop longingly, hoping to see Toy waving down at me from the deck, dreaming of the sweet smell of burgers on the grill. This was just the kind of day when we would have anchored the boat and run up the hill for beer or a cup of chili. Or one of Toy’s giant chocolate chip cookies. Gary would already be downstairs, warming up after his morning session on the river. Dad and I shook our heads as we remembered so many good times past, then moved somberly down into Widmer Bar.

Curt & Rob Widmer, the famous brothers who brought Hefeweisen to the Northwest, have cousins in Tillamook. The long, beautiful Spey run that carries the family name is some of the finest fly water in the county. Unfortunately, it also gets flogged severely by gear dudes daily. It’s a rare treat to find it vacant and rested, as we found it that day. I suggested we swing Intruders from top to bottom, but the cold was setting into Dad’s legs and arms, so we back-trolled plugs instead. Things were looking grim as we neared the end of the run. I couldn’t believe we had gone so long without a grab. Then Dad hooked up to something solid.

I pulled to shore, threw out the anchor, and watched the battle. The fish shook it’s head back and forth, rising in the water column until it broke the surface, showing broad silver sides. Then she sounded and ran up the river as if she wasn’t hooked. “I think it hung me up on something,” Dad said, worried. I took the rod for a moment, expecting to feel the scratch of mono on rock or wood, but all I felt was a giant fish. “You’re okay, Pop,” I assured him. “A fish like that is going to take some time!”

Cars honked from the road above as drivers caught a glimpse of the action below. And the fish put on quite a show. She made one run to the very tip of the tailout, threatening to leave the pool, then paused and slowly glided up the far side of the river, right back into the deepest part of the hole. “Holy crap, that’s a strong fish!” Dad was all smiles. Then she came to shore, slowly at first, then on her side. “We already have a fish from yesterday,” I reminded him. “What do you think about letting her go?”

Tillamook Fall Salmon fishing

“Absolutely, son,” came his reply. Then he stepped over to the fish and put a hand around her peduncle. “Boy, I don’t know. That’s a great fish,” he said, rethinking his position. I reminded him how few fish we had seen over our two days, that this doe was carrying thousands of eggs. No more words were spoken. I took a picture as Dad revived the incredible chinook. Then he released his hold. She hesitated for a moment, looking strong and massive, then shot off into the deep green pool. It occurred to me how rare an experience this had become in recent years. As our runs have declined, I have had to work harder for my fish. Consequently, I have killed most of the bright fish that have come to the boat. I suddenly understood how backwards my thinking had become, realized what I was missing, and remembered how great it feels to see such a fish dart away to safety. That moment awoke something in me that had been sleeping for a long time, and I know I will release a lot more fish in the future…

-RR

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Redington improving fly fishing gear, keeping prices down

In a fly fishing world dominated by Sage and Simms, it’s easy for guys who work for a fly shop and get guide discounts to overlook a budget-friendly fly fishing company like Redington. But a couple weeks ago on the Deschutes steelhead trip, I was really impressed by two items of Redington gear and had to write this post.

The first item was my Redington CPX Switch Rod, 11’3″ seven weight. I already wrote up a review about how much I liked the CPX Switch Rod for indicator fishing last winter. And over the summer I really got into the spey casting side of the switch rod craze.

Redington CPX Switch Rod

I picked up the Switch rod before getting Rob Russell’s advice for spey beginners to stay away from switch rods, so I got a beautiful Bauer Rogue 5, a compact Skagit and some tips and went for it. While my casting is by no means masterful, it does generally go where I want it to and far, and everybody who casts this rod that actually is a spey guru really puts it out there.

The switch rod won’t turn over an intruder. And when I fish one of Rob’s 14-footers, it is easier to get into a casting rhythm. 10 ft of T14 and a heavy fly are really pushing this rod to its limit. I felt like I could break it on a Snap-T cast. But it’s got a warranty! This is probably not going to be my winter steelhead spey rod. But it sure as hell will be my indicator set up!

The other item I picked up was a pair of fleece Redington under-wader pants. Those things are ridiculously comfortable. Three days on the Deschutes, and I never took them off. The zipper was the best thing about them, considering the amount of Hamms we’d packed on that trip.

Chris has been thinking the same thing for a while — Redington has improved it’s line up but kept its prices in line with why the company was formed to begin with. He offered the following list of the best Redington products for the price.

Redington Tackle founded in 1992 has always had an angler budget in mind. Recently Redington has taken great strides in producing high quality gear while maintaining reasonable pricing. Here are some of what we consider the best products in the Redington Line up.

Redington CPX Wader $199.95
The Redington CPX wader offers many of the same features waders in the $350-$550 market offer, zippered hand warmer pocket, 4-layer waterproof breathable upper, 5-layer lower leg, articulated knees (a key feature for fit), and built in gravel guards and belt included.

Redington Wayfarer Wader
The Redington Wayfarer wader is a “Bare Bones” wader for a great price $149.00: 4-layer Taslan waterproof breathable and an additional 4-layer overlay on the lower leg for durability. Built in flip out security pocket, Gravel Guards and belt included. For $149 you get 4 layers of waterproof breathable material, a great buy!

Redington Surge Fly Reel
Redington Surge Fly Reel: Let’s be honest another reel is not exactly what the fly fishing industry needs. We see the Surge as an excellent reel to add to a rod when making an affordable high quality outfit, or when you just need another reel to hold the myriad of freshwater lines an angler can accumulate over the years (what sink rate is that lake line?). Aluminum frame and spool in matte black only, the Surge Reel is lightweight mid-arbor and for $79 bucks it makes an excellent case for being the best reel in the $50-$100 market. A composite drag housing and Rulon drag, this reel is better than it’s price indicates.

Redington CPX Fly Rods
Redington CPX Fly Rods: High performance at a mid price point $299-$399. The CPX line of rods are good looking, powerful, durable (we have had very few broken CPX rods in the shop) and offer an array of models from trout to Saltwater. CPX rods are often compared to the old Sage XP models. The CPX may not be as light as the XP but in terms of “tippy” “fast action” they definitely get the job done. Rods come with Cordura rod case and lifetime warranty.

Redington CT Fly Rods
Redington CT Fly Rods: Classic Trout rods for $129 — some will remember Sage’s Light Line Series or LL. Redington’s CT series has the look and feel of the LL for about $300 less. These rods are really to good for the money and are going to make a run and Echo’s Carbon Series as well as many other rod makers lower price point models. What we really like about the CT is the fact that is has some character. It has a moderate “classic” action that allows an angler to feel the rod load and really learn fly casting by working the rod, rather than a super fast rod overcoming an anglers timing. This rod by itself or as a complete outfit is a great deal. Lifetime warranty and Cordura tube included, 4 and 6pc models available.

Red Fly 2 Outfits
Red Fly 2 combos: Prices range from $199-$299 rod, reel, line, case, warranty included. Moderate to fast action good looking rods made with a blend of 51 and 42 Million modulus graphite, price in the outfit range but are not rods an angler will quickly grow out of. Faster action than the Classic Trout but not so fast that one loses the feel of a quality “progressive” action fly rod. Great at short range but possessing the power to launch a cast or indicator distances larger water require.

Redington Minnow
Redington Minnow kid’s fly rod: $129 for a complete outfit geared for children. Our sales rep claims this rod is great for the kids but will “work as your back up” when needed. One model 8′ # 5/6 is perfect for most “trouty” situations. We cast the rod and it is impressive. Weight forward floating line Crosswater Fly Reel ready to fish.

Stratus 2 Wading Jacket
Redington Stratus 2 Wading Jacket: $130, feature-filled but lacking the GORETEX label. The Stratus 2 is waterproof breathable, taped seems, adjustable hood and cuffs, fleece lined hand warmer pockets, rear storage pocket and reinforced elbows. Pockets are big enough to hold the largest steelhead/streamer boxes and the jacket is cut large enough to go over your fleece and waders. For the money, this coat if fantastic.

Redington I/O Fleece Pant
Redington I/O Fleece Pant: $50 comfortable fleece pants under your breathable waders is a “no brainer” these go in your wader bag and come out anytime things get chilly. Elastic waist, zip fly, side pockets and Lycra stirrups to keep them down in your boots.

-MS and CD

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Lucky Strike: Year-round trout searching pattern

According to Gary Williams, local legend Jim Lucky who has fished and appreciated the McKenzie River for over 50 years gets credit for the Lucky Strike Pattern.

This is a great year-round searching fly. Tie it in a bunch of sizes from 10-16. Low-riding, high-vis trout fly with peacock and moose — it doesn’t get much fishier.

Lucky's Strike

Lucky Strike
Hook: TMC 100 size 10-16
Thread: 8/0 Gray unithread
Tail: Moose body hair
Parachute: Deer or elk hair
Body: Peacock herl
Hackle: Cree or variant saddle

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Support Oregon’s Casting for Recovery retreat — donate flies and fill this box!

Next month, the breast cancer awareness and support group Casting for Recovery is hosting the Confluence Films newest feature Rise at the David Minor Theater. For those of you unaware of CFR, here is a rundown of their work:

Casting for Recovery, founded in 1996, is a national non-profit support and educational program for breast cancer survivors. We enhance the lives of breast cancer survivors by offering no-cost retreats tailored to promote and support mental and physical healing through shared experiences and the learning of new skills. At the end of 2008 we have served 3,500 women through the delivery of 269 retreats, helped by over 1,000 volunteers nationwide.

Through 2½-day retreats, the sport of fly-fishing is used to promote physical, emotional, and spiritual healing. The effective balance between the physical benefits of the gentle exercise provided by fly-fishing and the counseling curriculum benefits women at any age and any stage of treatment or recovery. The program allows women to get away from their cancer, while providing support from the medical/psychosocial professionals present at every retreat.

Eugene’s women’s fly fishing club The Damselflies will be coordinating the event and all of the funds raised will fund the Southern Oregon Casting for Recovery Retreat held each year at the Big K Ranch in Elkton Oregon. As part of the fund raising effort, Kathy McCartney has built a beautiful and functional fly storage and display box and we need your help filling it!

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Bring or mail your flies to the Caddis Fly Shop to help fill this box that will be raffled off. Please leave your name and address w/ your flies.

The movie will be December 10th at the David Minor Theater (across from Steelhead Brewery in Eugene) with 2 showings.

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Tickets will go on sale next week.

Women on the Fly and friends raise money each year to fund the 3 day retreat for 14 Oregon women who have experienced of breast cancer. For a breast cancer survivor to apply for the retreat, visit info@castingforrecovery.org to fill out the application. Selections from the applicants are chosen randomly. To make a tax-deductible donation there will be brochures available with the information in the lobby at the David Minor Theater or send your check to Casting for Recovery, Southern Oregon Retreat, PO Box 1123, Manchester Vermont, 05254. Any amount is appreciated.

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Fly fishing glossary: Dollie to Elmer Fudd Hat

This is the seventh installment of The Fly Fishers Glossary: Snippets From the Underbelly of Fly Fishing, Fly Tying, Fish Biology, Dusty old Facts, Hallucinations, and the Plain Truth as I know it, by Jay Nicholas.

Dollie
Formerly, a Dollie (sometimes Dolly) was an undesirable but rare trash fish detested because they gobbled up hatchery trout on the Metolius. Now, these have been taxonomically reclassified as Bull Trout, the non-anadromous form of this species of char. As neither salmon or steelhead, this is still a undesirable fish. However, the large size of Bull Trout in the Metolius makes them a target for ego-driven individuals who fish for them selectively with twenty-two inch bunny Leeches and 8/0 hooks. A twenty-pound Bull Trout fights for about three seconds and then lays there like a burlap sack.

Double Haul
The practice of buying so much stuff at the Caddis Fly that it takes two trips from the truck to the house where one hides the stuff before one’s wife/girlfriend gets home. Thus, “I made a double haul at the Caddis Fly today”.

Alternate
The practice of stacking or nesting two drift or more boats on one trailer to haul over to the Deschutes in order to save gas. See also, cost of replacing transmission, ruptured vertebrae, and warped brake calipers.

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Running a double drift from Cedar Creek to Memaloose twice in one day. Rob, you ‘da man.

Dr. Slick
Talk about slick. This is a brand of fly tying and fly fishing tools that is a fine example of marketing genius. Back in the old days, we had a pair of scissors, and maybe a pair of pliers. Not now. No sirree. Thanks to geniuses like Dr. Slick we have at least a hundred different types of fly tying scissors. Then there are the pliers, hemostats scissor-hemostats, de-barb Pliers/cutters, S-side clamp/cutter, and surgical steel tools. Egads, no wonder I buy so dang much stuff. The choices never end, and there is always an option to upgrade at the dawn of each new season.

Drift Boat
A device designed to occupy space in a garage, excluding any possibility of parking a car in its proper place. Also, a cause of premature deterioration of rubber seals, blistered paint, and pervasive rust inflicted on fifty-thousand dollar SUVs that are constantly exposed to the weather as a consequence of being parked outside the garage. Drift boats are most commonly used to store broken lawnmowers, junk that should have been thrown away eight years ago, toxic yard chemicals, and refrigerator-sized cardboard boxes that might prove useful sometime in the next decade.

From Wood Boat People.com Photo: Wooden Boat People

Drive-by
This is a term means that an angler felt a Salmon rub his line or leader. See also line-rub. Drive-bys are very exciting to salmon anglers because it indicates that a) salmon are present and b) their lines are at the correct depth.

Unfortunately, Pogies are skilled in the art of simulating the genuine drive-by and drive-bys are also exactly like the feeling created by hooking a beaver stick, otter, water ouzel, bald eagle, or underwater volcano.

The most crafty salmon fishers are loathe to divulge that they have had drive-bys, even when they are so forceful as to have nearly jerked their arms out of their sockets. These sly dogs keep their eyes on the rod tips, often submerging the tip a few inches underwater so as to obfuscate drive-by detection. As skilled as a drive-by recipient may be at concealing their emotional response via body language, their pupils ALWAYS dilate, indicating a heightened response to the drive-by. This is what every experienced angler in the hog line is trying to detect.

Dry fly
This is a nonsensical term applied to a fly that is intended to stay “Dry” and float on the surface of the water, thus imitating a mature insect. Any fly fisher knows that this is not the way flies behave. First and foremost, a fly can only stay dry just so long as the angler does not cast it upon the waters, at which time it becomes wet, and therefore, not a dry fly. Second, it is common knowledge that all commercially tied “Dry flies” are constructed with materials like tungsten, titanium, and lead boat anchors, thereby limiting the amount of time the fly will stay on the water’s surface to about three microseconds. “Wet flies”, in contrast, are typically tied with water-repellant materials and balsa wood hooks, thereby making them extremely difficult to submerge beneath the water’s surface. Both of these fly construction practices are another ploy to sell more gizmos to the fly angler consumer. Specifically, all sorts of fly poo is marketed with claims that it will either float or sink the consumer’s fly, depending on said angler’s wishes. In practice, however, the product usually leaks into the angler’s pockets, making an unattractive stain that usually corresponds with said angler’s crotch, implying peeing in one’s pants. These fly poo mixtures are basically a derivative of bacon grease, scented with Old Spice and English Leather aftershave.

Dumbbell eyes
The look on the face of any fly angler as he or she walks through the door of their independently owned fly shop. Dumbbell eyes: that’s the only way to describe it folks. They find themselves surrounded by the most marvelous and innovative products and fly tying materials imaginable. There is tackle designed specifically for every species of fish in the world. There are gizmos, price-point rods, and all the latest and greatest doo-dads that we simply must have to live.

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Dumbell or hourglass eyes are a fly tying product lashed onto a fly hook and intended to create the illusion of eyes on some sort of fish food. Dumbell eyes could be made of brass, nickel, aluminum, bead chain, plastic, titanium, lead, or depleted uranium retrieved from Iraqi WMDs. The use of different materials and sizes has something complicated to do with sink rates. Predatory fish, purportedly, bite flies with dumbbell eyes more frequently than flies without, because the eyes trigger their natural feeding instinct. Apparently, predaceous fish eat fish eyes. Some fly tyers claim that bigger eyes trigger more bites from bigger fish. This claim has led to marketing of dumbbell eyes about the size of a two bowling balls. Ridiculous, but true.

Eagle Claw Fly Hooks
Obsolete fly tying material. For steelhead and Sea-run Cutthroat flies, the Eagle Claw #3906 hook was more commonly used than the Mustad #36890. These #3906s were down-eye, heavy-wire sproat-bend hooks that a bizilion flies were dressed on for decades. The hooks were produced in bronze (3906-B), nickel (3906-N) and gold (3906-G). Less expensive than the up-eye, Japan-black Mustad steelhead/salmon hook, these babies were our go-to hooks.

e-Bay
Internet-based site that provides an opportunity for unscrupulous people to sell crappy junk (i.e., tackle that they hated and will never use).

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A place to get a great deal on tackle you’ll hate, because it isn’t what you need like for example a two-piece, 18’, 10-wt, Loomis Spey rod. Note; cheap-ass fly fisher’s buy stuff on e-bay and then try to get local-area Fly Shops to teach them how to use it or obtain warranty service when the product doesn’t work.

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E-bay provides an opportunity for wives/girlfriends to sell a fly fisher’s stuff during an extended absence on a fishing trip. Our women have figured out that three, $900 Spey rods will finance one pedicure, a Grande-half decaff-skinny-caramel-with-whipped-Macchiato, and a month subscription to an on-line dating service. See also Craigslist.

Eagle Claw Fly Rod
Obsolete Fly Fishing Product. These fly rods were invented by Aliens over ten Millennia ago and first used to fly fish the Nile River in Egypt. Eagle Claw Fly rods reigned supreme until the mid 1970s when the Fenwick Feralite fly Rod was introduced to provide a technological bridge to the thousand-dollar junk rods we fish today.

Elephant Clippers
These are actually a special variation on nippers, but this pure is marketing genius deserves special notice. Not satisfied with naming a pair of nippers something ordinary and expected like super jumbo nippers, the clever marketer coined this reference to elephants. Wow, who can possibly resist buying a dozen of these beauties? Warning: do not, under any circumstances whatsoever, attempt to clip an elephant’s anything with these clippers. Not smart.

Elmer Fudd Hat
One of the dorkiest hats ever designed by Simms. That said, I bought this winter hat and love it! It is waterproof, has a bill to keep sun out of my eyes, flaps keep ears warm, and I am a dork anyway so who cares?

-JN

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Not many tix left for tonight’s showing of Where Hope Resides

Not many tickets left down at the shop for tonight’s showing of Where Hope Resides at the David Minor Theater at 6:30pm.

Tix are $10 and the proceeds go to the guys from JahTrout who’re taking their fish conservation message on the road for an Oregon tour. For more on the film, check out our Q&A with Boots Allen, Where Hope Resides producer. There are literally just a handful of tix left, so get down to the shop and grab ’em up, come on out to the David Minor Theater, where you can TEXT A BEER FROM YOUR SEAT!

-MS

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The fly fishing glossary: Chuck to Dead Drift Nymphing

This is the sixth installment of The Fly Fishers Glossary: Snippets From the Underbelly of Fly Fishing, Fly Tying, Fish Biology, Dusty old Facts, Hallucinations, and the Plain Truth as I know it, by Jay Nicholas.

Chuck
Archaic term meaning to cast a fly, as in, “Chuck it out there Dude”. “Chuck” is a synonym for huck, pitch, wing, and wang.

Modern fly fishing terminology has replaced these terms with techno-weenie designer names applied to various cast-forms. Examples include the Snap-T, the Double Spey, the Snake Roll, the Perry Poke, the Wombat, and the Bloody-L. As is usual in the Fly Fishing Industry, all of these newfangled casts are merely a device to increase sales of DVDs and attendance at casting clinics and all of these fancy new casts are really a version of the antiquated “Chuck” cast.

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Chuck is the fellow retained by wise fly anglers to keep an eye on their magnetic rod holders while they scout for steelhead from the North Umpqua Highway. The retainer fee for Chuck’s service ranges from two-bits if you drive a 1962, un-restored Volkswagen Bug, to a hundred-bucks if you drive a Land Rover. Chuck will pay you fifty bucks if you let him drive your Cadillac Escalade up to the store at Diamond Lake to buy an ice-cream bar.

Crushing
This is a versatile term is used to assign a relatively high level of impact as in, “the guys are crushing the Silvers offshore”. One could refer to collectively “Crushing” a boat-load of fish. One fish, on the other hand, can deliver a “Crushing” grab. Ten-thousand bucks invested in a trip to New Jersey to fish for mercury-tainted, tight-lipped, hatchery-bred salmon is guaranteed to produce a “Crushing” disappointment.

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Crush
As in, “I’m gonna “Crush” the next jet-boat guide who drops a client in front of me in this run”.

“Dude, get over your ‘Crush”, she’s a waitress, this is Anchorage, and you’ve got a girlfriend/wife back home”.

Crushed
As in, “George just crushed us. His casts were so awesome with that new Q-axis 12189-4 Boronic Spey rod. We didn’t stand a chance. He was fishing two pools ahead of us and we were just peeing in our waders”.

Cul de Canard
Get this. This is how creative the slick suits in the fly fishing industry are. This is a fly tying material that is, quite literally, from the butt of a duck. These are the fluffy little downy feathers that ring the duck’s butt-orifice. That’s right folks. Give me a break. How far will marketers go to make a buck? These silly feathers make one hell of a messy looking fly but there have now been tons of books and articles written about how wonderful this material is and how any fly made from the material will out-fish the pants off anything ever fished before. They tie dry flies with this junk. They tie wet flies with the stuff. They tie nymphs with it.

ducks butt Photo by spacepleb

What a bunch of nonsense. I could spray WD-40 on belly button lint and tie a fly that looks at least as good as a fly tied with duck whatever feathers and it will probably work just as well too. And then I could give it a fancy name like “lint de bell budon” and charge a bundle for it.

Thank God that, so far, steelhead and salmon flies still have a little self respect as a consequence of having not been contaminated with these duck-butt feathers.

Dark salmon, steelhead
This term is routinely used to describe salmon caught by other anglers, as in, “Like Dude, this other guy, he caught a dark fish but I released a chromer”. In this context, the term dark refers to an advanced state of sexual maturity and the corresponding hormonal, pigmentation, and body shape changes that accompany these maturational states by salmonids. It is understood that 99% of fly anglers fishing alone do not, ever, catch dark salmon or steelhead. Just doesn’t happen.

Great Lakes King Salmon Fishing

Deceiver
Any salmon or steelhead flyfisher, when asked to divulge details of a recent successful fishing adventure to local waters is, or will soon be, a deceiver. Recent means anytime in the last ten years. Successful means having felt at least one pull. Local waters is defined as anyplace within hitch-hiking distance.

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A fly pattern claimed by Lefty Kreigh. Now fancy that. Even the name Lefty sounds a little shifty doesn’t it? These flies are killer saltwater patterns and a must-carry for anyone who wants to have a virtually successful trip to the tropics. And please, people, don’t let my sarcasm detract from the likelihood that this is indeed an original pattern of Lefty. I just wish I had invented the damn thing. But then I might be known as Rightie.

Deschutes
A river located in the State of California. The Deschutes supports one of the most abundant fly angler hatches between Warm Springs and Maupin during the month of June. Adhering to biological axioms, when the carrying capacity of the Deschutes is exceeded, surplus angler production is compensated by White Horse Rapids, where they are converted into Buzzard and stonefly nymph food.

A potentially great but thus-far undiscovered fly fishery on the Deschutes lies in the river below Maupin, where tens of thousands of summer steelhead lay in wait for a fly to clobber. Only three guide-parties and seven individual fly fishers, heading for the North Umpqua, got hopelessly lost and wound up fishing the lower Deschutes for summer steelhead during 2008. These lucky anglers found a natural paradise where they cast over marauding schools of steelhead every evening in perfect, windless fly fishing conditions. Two Sierra Club interns on a bird-watching excursion stopped to offer gourmet snacks and wine to these lucky fly anglers, who gracefully accepted. These flyfishers found that cleated wading shoes and Spey rods were unnecessary on the Deschutes, as wading was safe on fine-pebbled gravel bars and casts of only thirty feet were sufficient to reach the best steelhead lies.

Dead Beat
Any fly fisher.

Alternate
A special application of the term beat. English fly fishing tradition refers to a section of river where an angler pays a fee for exclusive fishing access. A dead beat is a section of river where an angler has paid an exorbitant sum of money to gain exclusive access to water that contains no trout, salmon or steelhead whatsoever.

Dead Drift
A technique of presenting a fly in a manner that it drifts at “exactly” the same speed of the current. This is impossible, but the myth of a “Dead-Drift” presentation is so attractive that it is inextinguishable. This persistent drive to achieve a dead draft has led to the development of a variety of arcane, hilarious, and largely un-executable casts (e.g., the S – cast; Waggle cast; Reach cast; Drop cast; Left- and Right-hand curve cast; and the 30-foot-leader-with-an-8x-tippet cast).

Alternate
Any water currently being fished for steelhead, especially if located on the North Umpqua, is most often a dead drift, meaning there are no living steelhead anywhere near the angler’s fly.

Dead Drift Nymphing
A method of fly fishing entirely justified when fishing for trout and carp, but which is considered unscrupulous and unethical if employed while fishing for steelhead. See also “Unsavory Behaviors”. Dead drift nymphing usually employs some sort of strike indicator or Thingmabobber and delivers one or more flies to the fish underwater. When the indicator-bobber goes down it might be a fish. More likely it is the bottom. Professional Guides use this angling method as a clever ploy to convince clients that they had a chance to catch hundreds of trout or dozens of steelhead, if only they had set the hook more quickly, or by moving the rod horizontally downstream instead of lifting the rod upstream (which is instinctive).

An indicator – free method of dead-drift nymphing is referred to as “High-Sticking”. Approximately six hundred-and-thirty-three articles on High-Stick-nymphing were published in flyfishing magazines during 2008. See also “High Sticking”. The actual number of fly fishers practicing high-stick nymphing was about nine, and they were all fishing Great Lakes tributaries.

-JN

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Jay Nicholas: A salmon fishers journal

Introduction
A Journal should begin at the beginning, I suppose. This Journal doesn’t, so the reader will need to figure out what comes first, what follows what, and sometimes, how everything is connected.

I don’t keep a daily Journal. Some fly fishers do, I’ve heard, recording information like water temperature, hydrograph trend, barometric pressure, wind direction, water clarity, how much Jack Daniels they drank the previous evening, and all sorts of drivel. Then they diligently record how many fish they caught, flies used, and so on.

The goal, it seems, is to discover correlations among these variables, correlations that explain fish behavior in relation to environmental conditions. I tried this a few times and found I had no interest in the practice of daily journaling of fishing data. I finally let go of the idea that I should journal in the same way others have.

Part of my departure from preconceived journaling models came as a consequence of two key revelations.

First, I realized that I’m usually too tired at the end of a dawn-to-dark day on the water to write anything down. This matter, I decided, could be resolved by writing a retrospective Journal. I decided it was OK to be journally obsessed on my own schedule.

Second, I didn’t want to produce a Journal laced with foul language. Sentences like “this fellow was one of the less liked characters in the group”, could be interpreted as “like dude, this (censored) (censored) was real sickness, and more than one of our (censored) was thinking about (censored) (censored) ways to kick his (censored) (censored) with titanium cleats”.

See the elegance of this solution? I could now journal in a manner consistent with my own good character while simultaneously allowing for liberal interpretation by individual readers, providing cognitive acceptance consistent with the secret dark musings of many fly fishers.

First Journal Entry: Coastal Quest 2009 – day 3 of 7
I’m walking down the beach at six AM. Two pickups pass me in darkness. I walk near surf seeking not-too-soft sand. Start on East side of lagoon. Twenty guys have claim staked before I can see without a flashlight. Anchovies, shrimp, spinners and flies. Wedge between four fly guys I see every year. Nice people.

Jay Nicholas Salmon Fishing Journal

Jay Nicholas Salmon Fishing Journal

Day brightens. Chat. No one catches anything. Feel line rub in close, scales on hook. Spinner guys land two fish. Not the chrome I’m seeking, but they whack ‘em and stash ‘em on the bank behind driftwood and tackle. Chinook are rolling everywhere. A Jack eats a shrimp on a bobber 100 yards downriver, pulled unceremoniously ashore and whacked.

Jay Nicholas Salmon Fishing Journal

Wade upriver to fish gravel bar where I see people gathered. Fish are close. Spoon-guy fouls seven in a row with a siwash hook. Older guy. Just wants to catch a salmon. Invites me to move close to cast. I do – but no grabs.

Trudge down to the ocean. More bronze fish lay on the bank, no chromers, none behind the fly-guys. Fished surf two hours. Ineffective. Waste of time. “Use a Type IV,” Steve told me. Bah. No line would have made sense in messy surf today. Where are the schools of 400+ kings cruising at the river mouth? Saw only one chrome fish try to enter river. Seals working rip at mouth.

Barrett and Rob arrive mid-afternoon. Smiles, hugs, stories about no grabs and where fish are holed up in un-fishable places. We concentrate on west-side. Barrett gets grabbed and comes up empty. Rob gets followed twice. I get grabbed; we all see fish and head-shake, then nothing. Sadness.

Rob walks over and says, “pick out a fly for me.” I point at a onesy in his box, Barrett agrees, and Rob ties it on. Very first cast, he gets grabbed. We all see fish boil up and shake. Many photos later, a nice hatchery fish slides onto sand.

Jay Nicholas Salmon Fishing Journal

We fish on. People give up and haul plastic shopping bags and Igloo coolers to pickups. Daylight is waning. Cast and cast. Change line, change fly, adjust retrieve, move around. I see a fish boil and cast. There’s the grab, head-shake, and blistering run. Ooops – slack line. Loop knot severed by bead chain eyes. Dang. Double dang.

Six-thirty, too late to continue fishing now. Trudge across river with Barrett & Rob. “Want these eggs?” Rob asks gear-guy getting ready to mount dirt bike. “Yeah, thanks,” bike-guy says, and roars off into the gathering dark. I’m grateful for ride up the beach. Twelve fish checked all day for over 60 rods. Two-thirds were copper.

Microwave dinner from Ray’s Food Palace. Barely edible. Don’t care. Finish with Bunny grahams and granola. Call Rob and Matt. Send them anywhere but here. Call Ed – ditto. Dead tired. Hurt all over.

My conversation with Nate is short; he recognizes my exhaustion. Prototype Burkheimer two-hand rod shipped from factory today. Will arrive at Motel tomorrow. Set alarm for 4:30. Pack Odwalla bars. Water. Waders. Two rods. Fifty-seven lines. Two thousand flies.

Jay Nicholas Salmon Fishing Journal

I’m stubborn beyond reason. Sleep in three poly shirts (again) to counter day’s lingering coldness. Wake in middle of night. Something smells like nasty old socks. It’s my right arm. Oh yeah, I did hug a salmon last week. Drink water. Try to hydrate. Go back to sleep for awhile. Why do I stay here? Hope? Intuition? Salmon obsession?

JN

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Support Washington’s wild steelhead — Take the Chum survey

Fly fishing blog monsters Moldy Chum launched an online poll recently asking how much anglers in Washington state value wild steelhead as opposed to hatchery-reared fish. Per the Chum’s press release:

“We’d like to demonstrate to the state just how important wild fish are to those of us who spend time chasing these magnificent fish,” said Eric Rathbun, chief editor of Moldy Chum and founder of Reel Pure Inc. “I can’t speak for everyone who fly fishes for steelhead, but catching a wild fish is a unique experience, and one that I certainly prefer.”

The three-question poll will remain live for about a month. The data, non-scientific though it may be, will be provided to the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife.

“We’d like to find out just how important the experience of catching a wild steelhead is to the recreational angler in Washington,” said Rob Masonis, vice president of Western Conservation for Trout Unlimited, the nation’s leading advocacy group for coldwater fisheries conservation. TU has thousands of members in Washington state, and is interested in seeing where its members, and the angling community as a whole, stand on this important issue. “From a conservation standpoint, we worry that hatchery fish are diluting wild stocks and reducing the hearty nature of steelhead in the Northwest. But we recognize the overall importance of steelhead to the recreational angler. I guess it boils down to a simple question: would you rather catch a wild fish or a hatchery fish?”

Go on over and take the Chum’s poll, and if enough Oregonians help ’em out, we might be able to twist their arms to do a poll for us and ODFW.
-MS

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PDX showing of Where Hope Resides Tues. night

Jeff Hickman is hosting a showing of Where Hope Resides Tues 11/10/09 at 6:30pm at Jeff’s office (1821 SE Ankeny St, PDX). The event is partnered with Sierra Club, Native Fish Society and Kaufmann Streamborn. $10, FREE BEER and snacks!!!!

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For Eugeneans, come check out our showing Thurs night.
-MS

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Three days swinging flies for Deschutes River Steelhead

Trout Creek to Harpham Flat, Nov 5-7: Eight of us set out last week from Eugene to the high desert to chase steelhead on the Deschutes River. Ethan Nickel Outfitters ran the program to celebrate the end of the ‘09 guide season and we came along for the ride, enjoying Ethan and Kyle Duke’s hard-won fishing knowledge and camping skills.

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

The first day we put in at Trout Creek and moved quickly downstream. We had great weather and seemed to have the whole river to ourselves.

We spread out and picked a few likely spots to fish before Whitehorse rapid. I picked up my first Deschutes steelhead that morning, swinging a black palmered marabou fly (patterned after the George Cook Alaskabou series) on a big Alec Jackson hook. I lost that fly soon after that and didn’t have anything else exactly like it.

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Not that it mattered a whole lot. The main requisites for Deschutes steelhead flies that week were that they be a little heavy, dark, and wiggle a lot. I had a handful of flies in different patterns that fit that bill. Unfortunately, I’d been tying so many different styles and types of flies for this trip that I only had a few of any one pattern, so when something worked it was a real pain to lose that fly.

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

I’d been working a lot with marabou lately. While not typically my favorite material, every once in a while it looks amazing in the water. Other times it has about the same action as a pencil eraser.

Rob Russell had been mentally preparing run Whitehorse rapid all day. He hadn’t run it in 20 years, and the last time he’d sunk a raft. This time we made it through without getting a drop of water in the boat

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

The days are short and we wound up at camp soon after. That night at camp a hellacious wind storm blew through the canyon and I was sure we were going to lose the pavilion tent.

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

The next morning we set off and I hooked three steelhead on a single run. Then Rob and I moved down to another run and hooked a couple more and saw dozens of big fish. We thought we were going to be into the action all day. Little did we know that we were blowing past the only big concentration of fish we’d see all trip. The rest of the fish we hooked were spread out few and far between.

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Luckily, I’d hooked enough fish to have a lot of confidence in my steelhead presentation. Maybe for the first time ever. And I started to feel that shift. I’ll always love trout: slurping, hungry, tuggy little torpedoes. But something about the first headshake on a steelhead that everybody talks about… The fact that each of these wild fish is a globetrotting, nutrient-replenishing, ocean-fattened goddamn ecological miracle just makes my head spin.

And I just caught enough of them this weekend to actually start think I can get them to bite with some regularity (as in more than like once a year). Not that I understand why they bite or don’t. That’s the madness that keeps grown and serious men awake at night, writing to zoological societies to beg for discarded feathers from exotic birds, wrecking marriages and careers.

More photos below, including a big beautiful hatchery buck I clubbed in defense of wild fish. He’ll taste righteous after the smoker has its way with him.
-MS

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

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Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

Deschutes River Fall Steelhead

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Big fly fishing events in Eugene this week

Wednesday night, November 11th steelhead book author John Larison will be signing books at the Caddis Fly Shop from 3:30 to 5pm.

John will also be presenting at the McKenzie Upper-Willamette Chapter of Trout Unlimited’s meeting that night at 7pm at the Eagles Aerie, 1375 Irving Rd. in Eugene. John’s presentation will be on successful winter steelheading tactics and the public is welcome. We’ll also be discussing our efforts to reduce or remove hatchery trout on the McKenzie River.

Then Thursday night 11/12, come to the David Minor Theater to see the new film Where Hope Resides at 6:30pm. We expect this movie to sell out this week, so pick up your tickets at the shop ASAP. This gorgeous new film is about salmon and steelhead conservation issues in British Columbia’s Skeena River system. Join filmmakers, Boots Allen and Jason Sutton at the event.

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Deschutes Fall Trip 09; A Passage in Time

Mid October brought some fine fall weather from Trout Creek to Harpham.
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This Fall trip was special, I brought along my son a recent U of O grad. His first overnight trip was age 8. He’s older now and much stronger or simply stated: less boat bags to haul, less rowing, and more camp help!
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After a few pointers from someone who had a bit more Deschutes experience, he seemed to get the hang of it:
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Whitehorse always provides those “pucker moments in time” but we all safely passed and headed down river. It’s always about the knuckles: stay too far left your headed for the can opener, stay too far right, and your boat becomes an aluminum bell chime.

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Bottom line a great fall trip and a very special time.

LV

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