When all the planets are in alignment…
November 14, 2007
It was one of those moments that you never forget…Big Fred, our good buddy Nick and me…having one of those epic days of fishing when all the planets were in alignment. We hooked something like 35 or 40 steelhead…on the fly…that day. It was absolutely sick! We caught ‘em on nymphs and dries and I had an unreal session in the middle of the day in which I hooked three steelhead on three consecutive casts….three times! That kind of fishing just doesn’t happen…
The highlight occurred when we managed to accomplish this rarest of rare steelhead fly fishing feats — the triple header. After that epic day of days, Nick asked us if we wanted to go back to the same spot the next morning.
We decided not to — there was no point in trying to one-up perfection.
Bad to the Bone
November 13, 2007
Alright, all the fluff chuckers in the house…this school o’ bones should put a little lead in your Crazy Charlie!
Cast…Three O’Clock! Strip…Strip…Strip….SET! You got him! ZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!
Sorry, just a little Bahama dreamin’ on a cold, cloudy November night….
Little Man on the Sticks
November 10, 2007
Tamara & I got Cooper out on the water the other day…figured it’s never too early to teach him how to row. Hopefully, it won’t be too long until he’s on the sticks while dad & buddies are up front fishing. Next on the agenda: teach the kid how to back a trailer down the boat ramp…
Battle Wagon
November 9, 2007
At the takeout…my 20-foot Willie battle cruiser after a day of salmon fishing with three good buddies. Sixteen rods, a 1/4-inch coating of roe and fish slime on the deck, enough tackle to sink a 16 footer and some fish in the box. It was a good day…
Wish you..er..I was here!
November 1, 2007
With the foggy mornings and cool nights, you can definitely feel winter coming on. Kinda makes me wish I was back in the islands…
Anyone got a cracker?
October 19, 2007
Earl Wilhite proudly displays a snack-sized striper he caught while fishing with me on the Delta last week. We’re still not sure if the fish thought the spoon was food or a mate…
Electric Chrome!
October 4, 2007
This coho I caught & released in Ibeck Creek, Alaska last month was so fresh that it lit up like it was plugged into 220V. They don’t make ‘em any more chrome than that!
Think we got bit that day??
October 4, 2007
Here’s a photo of my graph from a couple days back…we were fishing the Delta for stripers and…as you can clearly see…we found ‘em. Lots of them.
There’s a nice shelf that, on the incoming tide, the stripers hang on the back side of to intercept bait. This is what the screen looked like for the entire time we were there and it was doubles and triples on stripers all through the tide.
I figured I’d throw this picture up so you can see that there are, occasionally, some days when reality actually matches what you see on the demo screens that all these units sport when on display at the store.
Why did the salmon cross the road??
September 11, 2007
This is one of the coolest pictures I’ve seen in a long time. A buddy just randomly emailed it to me, so I sadly don’t have any info on where it was taken (or by whom…nice job, by the way!).
From my time living in Washington State, I’d have to guess that this was taken somewhere up there. In big rains, we’d often see chum salmon in some goofy places…though I never saw one swimming across the highway!
I’m thinking that the next time this happens, I might just have to do a new article for Salmon Trout Steelheader on fishing for salmon out of truck….something like Backtrolling out of the Back of Your Truck,” or “Pound the Pavement for More Salmon,” or “Black Top Trolling Tips” or…ah, nevermind!
So long, old girl…The Last Ride
September 7, 2007
I came across this photo awhile back…I hadn’t seen it since I took it back in 2003. Anyway, it was snapped after I cranked my boat up on the trailer for the last time. She was as good as sold and I had a new Willie ready for delivery.
I get so attached to boats that it’s always sad to see them go — even when you’ve got a new one on the way. I spend so much time in these things that they almost become family, each scratch and ding in the paint a reminder of some previous adventure.
