The next morning I got a call from a good friend of mine, outfitter, and generous supplier of trips that help me pay my bills. I had at least four full days of working around the house to get caught up on everything, and Jeff wanted me to head down to a nearby steelhead river for a pre-season scouting mission. The timing couldn't have been worse, but maybe that made the timing better... so I opted to ditch the chores and hit the river.
We fished dark to dark both days. That is- headlamp to headlamp holding a rod. When it gets over 90 degrees in the afternoons on the dry-side steelhead rivers, you quickly learn the magic almost always happens in places and situations where the fireball in the sky isn't shining on the water. This seems to especially apply to the swing game.
The first day we set out to demo some new rods and had some good knocks here and there. I think all and all we probably hit 3-4 fish on the swing between the two of us with one nice hatchery hen making it all the way to the net. She came in about 7 feet of jogging-paced chop right off a shade line made by overhanging willows. We know she came up for the fly, because she ate it in the first ten feet of swing. I was about 60 feet above Jeff and heard the take she hit so hard, and within about a second was cartwheeling out of the water! Pretty awesome to see a hatchery fish act that way!
|Sometimes Hatch-brats eat the swing too...|
We pulled off early after breaking an oar and making it through a near catastrophic encounter with a sweeper (that story in a later post). After gaining our composure and trailering the boat at the get-out, we set out to track down Jeff's client for the next two days. Sure enough, we found him swinging a nearby run. After shaking hands and catching up, Keefer was jacked with steelhead fever. He had been into the fish for the last hour or so and had just landed a nice 12 lb wild buck. We shared the excitement and headed back to the truck with the happy angler to grab our rods.
|Slamming into a sweeper= no hat crew|
As a fly fanatic, I thought about if for a minute and my mind made it full-circle to the excuse that it had to be a color thing. I selected a black/chartreuse fly out of the box with a much better profile than any traditional wet fly. A few minutes later we all headed down the trail. I was second through the run. Jeff led with an intermediate sink tip and behind me trailed our good friend Steve. Keefer hung back sitting on the gravel bar enjoying the rest of his beer and watching us cast. The fish were rolling up through the run as the sun set behind the towering canyon walls.
Five minutes into our session Jeff hooked up in front of me. A headshake 70 feet off the rod-tip and the line came shooting back towards him followed by a few choice words. Jeff finished out the remaining 50 yards of the run and headed back up the bank.
I continued to fish hard as dusk quickly approached. I focused my attention on a soft seam on the other side of the river. I was in the zone. Cast after cast my fly swung through the slot. I heard a shout above me and turned to see Steve hooked up on a nice fish. Pick-pocketed- I couldn't believe it. Always a bittersweet feeling, I was happy for him and bummed when he lost the fish.
I continued swinging down the seam towards the bottom of the run. It was getting to the point of "feeling" each cast, as there wasn't enough light left to see where the load point was on the line. Sure enough, Keefer began "yeehawing" above Steve. Pick-pocketed again. Full darkness was upon us when I headed towards the beach. The group was buzzing with excitement on the walk back to the trucks. We had hooked three fish in the last half hour alone, with Keefer going 1 for 4 over the two hours prior. Come to find out- all seven of those fish were hooked on the Green Butt Skunk.
There's a lesson that goes with this story. There are a lot of crazed fly guys out there, myself being one of them. I sit at the vise for hours several nights a week creating something I thought of while standing in line at the post office the day before. What makes the perfect steelhead fly? Profile, movement, weight, color, flash... all these factors. There are some insanely good flies on the market nowadays. Hot-tipped rubber-legs, holographic flash, UV polar chenille, sparkle brushes... the list goes on an on when it comes to materials found in some of today's top producing steelhead patterns.
The lesson is a simple as this: Don't forget about the go-to traditional patterns that started this whole craze. This doesn't just apply to summer and fall fisheries. Low and clear conditions on our coastal winter rivers often warrant giving these patterns a try as well.
When it comes to judging a fly's "sex appeal", I'm as guilty as anyone. I've got a box full of traditional steelhead flies I seldom fish because to me, nowadays it needs to be jazzed up a bit to catch fish. If you're looking for a place to invest some dough on a few traditionals to test this theory, look no further than your local Idylwilde dealer. Idylwilde takes many of the basic, more traditional patterns and ties them on high-quality hooks using better materials to make a sexier, more durable traditional steelhead wet fly. Getcha' some, and don't get caught second guessing the Green Butt Skunk!
|Idyl's Green Butt Skunk|