Monday, October 31, 2011
Elk Hunting
Thursday, February 17, 2011
On The Fly
A short video of a recent trip to my favorite spring creek in Central Oregon. Tight Lines!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Catch Magazine
"An online visual experience highlighting the best fly fishing on the planet." Todd and Brian have really done a fantastic job and I keep up with every issue of Catch Magazine. Subscriptions are free.
That time again...
The last time I went fishing was in April I believe. We fished Riggins, ID for Springers. Fun trip for sure, but hard fishing due to high flows, high pressure and most of all, high expectations, which always seem to make it tougher to get into'em for some reason. Prior to Springers, we had a couple of good steelie trips on the Salmon but that has been it for me. Okay, okay - some may argue that I recently traveled to Nor. Cal. to fish the salt for rockies with my brother. This is true. However, I would like to submit that trip as one of the former types of fishing trips, rather thant he later. Reason: My 5-year-old came alng for the trip. Poor kid was miserable after only 10 minutes at sea. I sat and held him for the first 90 minutes of what turned out to be a 3 hour trip (and we boated over 130 fish in that time!). Truth be told, I got a little sick myself. Note to self: No breakfast burritos before heading out to sea! Eventually I did get a line in the water and, wanting to make it a good experience for my boy, I handed the rod off to him just about every time we hooked up. And it worked, by the way. He loved it.
So case in point, it's time. It's time for a hard-core, dedicated, stand-in-the-rain all day if you have to, serious fishing trip. Oh, the roomis booked already. Time to lube the reels, pre-tie leaders, watch flow charts and water temps, cause it's on! Summers on the Salmon, here I come.
More on "fishing" and "Fishing."
I love both types. I love taking my boy - and soon both of them - out to the bass pond or to the local kiddie pond. I love it mostly because he loves it. His enthusiasm and excitement are priceless to me and I look forward to each and every opportunity to get him/them in the outdoors to experience what God has done for us. On the other hand, there's an theraputic element that comes from those intense, serious trips that may not even result in fish in the cooler. I find myself driving home from those outtings feeling... I don't know.... put back together? I guess that sounds strange. Oh well. Thats about as good as my fried brain can do right now. Tight Lines!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Salmon River.... again
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Dry Spell

Pretty gal here took a hunk of cured sand shrip with an orange corky. She couldn't resist taking it on the first cast! Catching this fish definately got me back into steelhead feever! I love these fish. She put up a bit of a tussle before comming to hand. Really cool spots on her. Back she went after a couple photos.
I had planned with Micah and my Father-in-law and my old roomie, Brad, to fish for Sturgeon in Idaho, but with the crazy number of steelhead in the Salmon River, we changed plans and made the long drive to Salmon,
Idaho where we stayed over-night and fished all the next day for metalheads in some very cold conditions. Thankfully, we did not go home with the skunk. Brad was on fire. He muist have landed four fish while we were there. Later on he found several more. Micah, Van and Savannah all learned what steelheading is all about. That is, working really hard to go home having worked really hard.... and thats all. Such is steelie fishing. Luckily, I found a fish and Brad gave us a couple of his. We introduced them to my smoker when we got back to Boise. We got some roe out of the hens and van cured them up for our next trip. We are learning here, folks! Before too long we are going to be skilled and seasoned steelie fishers.
A couple weeks after that (last weekend) V and I took a friend and his brother back up to the Salmon for more steelie action. Even though V did not get one last time, he caught the bug and arrived on the river very well prepared with a new Shimano
casting rod and reel combo - very nice! Along with a mess of corkies and some other gear, he was determined to get his fish. This time we headed for the Stanley, ID area, which is where we were hearing the fishing was strong. I caught one behemoth pretty early on, which I kept alive on a stringer until we left that hole. He measured out at just shy of 31 inches and 9 lbs (this was after he had been dead for over 24 hours). We worked pretty hard without so much as another sniff from a fish until about the last 3 hours of daylight. At that point we went back to a bridge where we had seen a lot of fish and a lot of fisherman. The nice felllows withing beneath the bridge invited us down and it was not too long before V was hooked up. His first steelie was a 25 inch hatchery hen - bonk! There were several fly fisherman doing well at this hole so I suited up and drug out the ol' Redington RS4 9 wt. If fished for 10 minutes and I was on. F
irst fly rod steelie was a 25 inch hatchery buck - bonk! I was thrilled to have gotten one on the fly rod - something I have been wanting to do for some time! Awesome! I ended up getting 2 more oafter that, all on the fly rod, and V landed a beautiful native hen. Tom managed to find a fish also. We went home with 4 fish, who were also introduced to the smoker. How did they like it? They thought it was crowded, smokey and hot in there! yum!
More pics to come. Tight Lines!
