Up Sheep Creek Road

Posted on June 6, 2015 by troutondries.com

sheep creek rd

Sheep Creek road; North Picabo road; Kimpton bridge road; Spring Coulee road…and the list goes on and on. What they all have in common is they are dirt roads; back roads. Follow them and like the North Star or Southern Cross guide an ancient mariner, they deliver you to rising trout. All are in the middle of Nowhereville and Nowhereville is always a good place to be if you are into trout. Here are some photos taken while casting dries somewhere up Sheep Creek road.

rainbow trout caught on micro may fly, size 20

river side cottonwood shade

travelling light

sheep creek rd, wet sock on dashboard reflection

brown trout on dry

brown trout on dry fly

Fly fishing and Managing Yourself

Posted on May 18, 2015 by troutondries.com

My favorite book about dry-fly fishing hands down is Spring Creek by Nick Lyons. Nick wrote it after spending a full month each summer for several consecutive years fly fishing an amazing private spring creek somewhere in Montana. He often had the place to himself. Lucky fellow. Although it’s an angling story and not a “How To” book, it simply oozes with valuable information on how to fish to selective rising trout on slow clear water. I have read it several times and return to read sections of it every winter.

Nick says he became somewhat obsessed with this type of angling and the creek, and eventually had to put pen to paper. He was searching for trout angling that was more challenging and he wanted to try to catch “harder” fish. Spring creeks and tailwater rivers offer that challenge. Nick had a rude awakening when he first cast on the creek and over time he had to refine his tactics, equipment, flies and skill level in order to connect with the spring creek trout. He is helped along the way by the owner of the ranch and creek, a gifted and intimidating angler who has fished it for many years and problem solved many of the challenges and mysteries of the creek. This character alone makes buying the book worth it. All of what Nick writes about rings true to me having spent the past 14 yrs wading and casting dries often on similar water.

oldman river, alberta

rainbow trout, oldman river

Nick often describes how his mood and thinking on any particular day affects his fishing. There is little room for error on the creek and impatience, poor concentration, poor observation and even self-doubt, and other internal variables, influence his success as much as, if not more, than his skill and knowledge level. I call this the internal side to fly fishing. It is how you “Manage Yourself”. And on spring creeks and tailwater rivers you need to do this well in order to be consistently successful. What you bring to the river affects your day. If you can manage yourself and have a reasonable skill set and understanding of the type of water you are on, you’ll be able to trick fish. Of course, how you manage yourself can change with each angling outing and even within a particular angling day, or even when casting to one specific fish. Even when you get pretty good at it you will experience times when it seems you don’t have it; that you’ve somehow lost it. Of course it is still there.

dry fly side channel

brown trout, oldman river

If you can get good at managing yourself you’ll be rewarded on those challenging creeks and rich tailwater rivers. It is a big part of what I find so enjoyable about this type of water. A good day (a few good trout) means I managed myself well. The internal and external come together. A good day means I blended in; I watched the water patiently; I spotted difficult to see fish; I approached the fish cautiously; I calmed myself when necessary and made my cast at the right time; I watched the fly being sipped and then paused before gently raising the rod tip or sweeping it to the left or right. In baseball, the best percentage hitters don’t swing at every pitch, they wait for the right pitch. They manage themselves well at the plate…as in baseball, as in fly fishing…as in life.

2 foot rainbow on dry fly

march browns

Some middle of May trout tricked and released while sight fishing with dry flies on the lower Oldman, a tailwater river, in SW Alberta. The hatches: BWO’s, March Browns and some Skwala.

stalking trout, nick in spring creek

Brown Trout on Dries

Posted on May 6, 2015 by troutondries.com

By perseverance the snail reached the Ark.

Charles Spurgeon

I spent the last two weekends fly fishing the Missouri river. The place was buzzing with anglers. The first weekend was cloudy and cool. The second one sunny. Not surprising the dry-fly angling was better when it was overcast. Trout are more likely to rise in low light. The main hatch: Blue Winged Olives; secondary hatch March Browns.

brown trout

A lot of people nymph the river. Many also throw streamers to the banks while drift boating it. The river has such phenomenal insect life that I can’t imagine fishing it any other way than with a dry-fly when the conditions are favorable and the bugs are out. I find that walking the river in search of a few good rising fish is just about as exciting as trying to trick them with a fly. It’s the hunt! Any garage sale or flea market aficionado would understand.

dry fly side channel

Missouri river

On this trip(s) I was trying to spot Brown trout. I eventually located a few good ones feeding in the shallows. I spent most of my time focused on one particular trout as it proved to be a challenging fish, at least for me. I spent more time than I care to say trying to fool it. I spooked it several times and then had to sit for long periods waiting for it to settle down and then reappear. Waiting was easier when my retriever, Brooke, was with me. She’d sit by my side often leaning against me while we watched the water and I’d occupy myself and let time pass by picking hundreds of burrs out of her thick golden coat. Her presence made me a better angler.

brown trout

brown trout

I had hooked that particular trout a week ago but it tugged me around and eventually broke off. This weekend I pulled a fly out of its mouth, and then later “nicked it”. I did eventually land it on a size 18 olive…more perseverance than skill. Late afternoon shadow on the water pulled it out of its lair and it started feeding with more of a rhythm. A fish eating this way is easier to trick.

olive hatch

perfection

riverside bush bunny

When I tried taking a picture of the trout my camera batteries failed. I did, however, manage to fiddle around and get a few shots. I would have liked to get more. I had spare double AA’s in my pack but decided to release the fish as it took a fairly long time to land it.

late april light snow

brown trout

brown trout

Here are some trout (brown and a few rainbows) and western landscape pictures. It was nice to spend some long Spring days outside by the river and witness all of the life along it, and be part of it. All trout were caught sight fishing with small dry flies, size 18 olives, in shallow water.

rainbow trout

trying to match the hatch

crawfish

cold afternoon on favorite trail

warm morning

rainbow trout

Home Water

Posted on April 21, 2015 by troutondries.com

crocus

“I once gave up fishing. It was the most terrifying weekend of my life”.

-Anonymous

Skwala! Not many around but enough to get some trout looking up. Bugs are always appreciated as this is a blog about dry fly fishing, and I need them if I’m going to have material; something to write about. I’ve been going out a few evenings after work looking for rising trout and also checking things out on weekends. It has been an early Spring in SW Alberta but my home rivers have been quiet. Usually I’m into surface feeding fish at the beginning of April. We are in the third week and things still aren’t under way in spite of the Crocuses being up; calves spotted streamside; campers running the highways; neighbours aerating their lawns; some midge flies in the air in the evening and even some olives riding the currents in the afternoon. It was the Skwala (a stonefly) that got the attention of a few trout on a local tailwater river this Saturday and I managed to hook several mid-sized fish. Here is a picture of the best one of the bunch.

oldman river tailwater section

riverside standoff

rainbow trout on dry fly

deer on crowsnest river

crocus

Sight fishing Easter Weekend

Posted on April 7, 2015 by troutondries.com

After a winter of fishing blind with a two handed rod it was a real pleasure to sight fish with a light 4wt rod and dry flies this past weekend. I spent two days walking and wading the Missouri river in Montana. I tossed midges all weekend and on a couple of occasions a small beetle. Most fish were on emergers (bulging the surface). A few could be found eating dries, especially when the wind died down in the flat water sections of the river. Some bulging fish could even be enticed to eat on top; however, many would not. A lot of the midges were clustering in the mid afternoon so cluster fly patterns worked fairly well. A few Blue Winged Olives were out but not many. This hatch should be developing soon which will make the dry fly angling easier. All of the fish below were caught on dries. I spent my time fishing flat, shallow sections; slow wading ankle deep water. Some great fish landed; many more missed. Some humbling moments. Trout fishing doesn’t get much more challenging or better. If you love dry fly fishing you owe it to yourself to one day visit this river.

misty late day leaving the river

brown trout on dry fly, beetle

beetle fly, chewed

craig, scene

rainbow trout on dry fly

craig fly shop

shallow side channel

rainbow on dry fly

easter eggs on river island (goose eggs)

rainbow trout on dry fly

craig, montana

caught on dry fly

horse shoe pit at local fly shop

side channel

another pic of brown trout

Rural Western Scenes, Alberta

Posted on March 22, 2015 by troutondries.com

Some small town pictures and a few out on the open plains. Alberta is considered the richest province in Canada…however, the oil money doesn’t trickle everywhere.

riders on the storm, pincher station, ab

blairmore, ab

blairmore, ab

abandoned building, coleman,ab

roxy (abandoned), coleman, ab

summerview bridge, oldman river, ab

big trucks, bellevue, ab

River Walking

Posted on March 21, 2015 by troutondries.com

I strolled a mile in the Crowsnest (Crow) river last night looking for bug life (midges) and rising trout. Conditions seemed perfect for the tiny dark bug which is smaller than a grain of rice that just had a tummy tuck: fairly calm, some clouds and Spring like (10C)…50F for those of you south of the border. There were only a few around and you need a fairly strong hatch to get fish focused on them. It is kind of like: One Smartie won’t catch your attention but a big clear bowl full of them will. Here are some pictures while walking in the Crow: no bugs, no fish (rising) but hey, a nice sound.

riverside log jam

On the Way to Trout Streams

Posted on March 15, 2015 by troutondries.com

“Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan! ‘ said Jimmy longingly. ‘ How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go down lanes and through towns, and stand still in fields at night!”

– Enid Blyton, Mr Gilliano’s Circus

Some western scenes while driving or walking to some of my favorite trout streams somewhere out in the fields…

sw alberta cabin

Patagonia, chile

field path to river, idaho

coleman, alberta

coleman, alberta

near waterton, alberta

shreddies

a little religion, sw alberta

rodeo stands

Idaho field

glenwood goats, alberta

The Darth Vedder

Posted on March 3, 2015 by troutondries.com

“You underestimate the power of the dark side”

-Darth Vader

It was Sunday. I couldn’t believe how many anglers were out. They were everywhere; on both banks of the river; even on the islands. No one was swinging flies. They were all gear fisherman casting a giant bobber and lead, and an egg fly pattern below, or some red or pink rubber thing that looked liked a giant melting worm. And they didn’t move around much. They parked themselves at choice spots along the river and just stayed there. They just kept working the same spot over and over…hogging it all day. And they arrived early and many stayed late. I figured I’d have to hike a lot in order to find some free water; to find a run that I could swing a fly on and not interfere with anyone. I hoped tomorrow, a weekday, would be quieter; that there would be fewer people out. I was on the Vedder river, in the Fraser Valley, BC. I had driven 10 hours through several high Rocky Mountain passes to get here. What I was witnessing was Carnival like. It was a meat fishery.

vedder river

The weekdays were a little quieter but there was no way to get away from other anglers. I had my most space the day it rained. The young ones were wearing hoddies and moved around more. The older ones with wading staffs, were more stationary and seemed territorial and surly. By the end of the week I started recognizing faces. A lot seemed retired and therefore fished everyday. Some of the hoddies also seemed to be out daily. On the Vedder you can keep the steelhead. People were there to fill their freezer with fish. There was no real river etiquette. Often when you were fishing a spot someone would appear and start casting right next to you, or go below and cut you off. No one seemed interested in rotating (sharing) a run. Beautiful British Columbia had turned ugly. It was the dark side of angling.

vedder river

I had booked a motel room for six nights which meant five days of fishing. I wasn’t going to retreat and return to Alberta. I had come too far. I’d stick it out. I decided I’d get up before day light and stake my claim. I’d sharpened my elbows. I’d whistled big husky flies at warp speed past people’s heads if necessary. I’d high and low ball other anglers if they cut in on me. My mantra: ” The only rule is there are no rules”.

osoyoos, okanagan

Okanagan fruit trees

I remember one specific morning at an angler parking area sitting in my vehicle in total darkness at 6 am enjoying a Tim Hortons breakfast sandwich and coffee. I was the only one there; no other anglers around. I had got a head start. My plan once breakfast was done was to hike in darkness to a good river location that was not far way. I was going to get there first and cast fresh water right at day break. The boulder run was going to be mine, “All mine”! Then a truck pulled up. I swigged the last of my coffee, jumped out, grabbed my nap sack and rod and headed full speed to the water. In the blackness I stumbled on the cobble but made it without falling to the head of the sixty yard run (what some people do with their precious holiday time!). I sat down and patiently waited for light. I could see no other anglers around; no silhouettes. It was mine, “All mine”! I felt confident my plan had worked. Then to the right some thirty yards down the run I saw a flicker, then the glow of someone dragging on a cigarette. Dam the Darth Vedder!

vedder river

Within a day or two I accepted the reality of the situation. I had to let go of all previous expectations. Then I was able to make space for myself on the river. I made my thousand casts with the faith that I’d eventually connect with a strong winter steelhead returning from the sea. And as the week progressed it got better. I actually got to fish a few runs on my own for a couple of hours. The first hour of the day I had more space. There was also a lull at lunch when the crowds dispersed. If I hiked a lot the last few hours of the day I could often find a bit of clear water for myself. I got more skilled with the two-handed rod. The weather was great for February. It was usually 0 to 5 C at day break and often 10 to 15C by mid afternoon, even if cloudy. The region was beautiful, green and lush due to its proximity to the coast. There was no sign of winter except in the high distant eastern peaks. The cherry trees were starting to bloom. The crocuses were ready to open. In the woods moss gripped the trees and giant ferns carpeted the forest floor; quite a contrast to dry Alberta. The whole place had a rich smell. Hiking to different river locations surrounded by the dense growth was always pleasant. The town I stayed in, Sardis, right next to Chilliwack, was quite beautiful. It had great coffee shops, a nice town river path that was well used and provided easy access to the water. I’d walk the path and scout the river for an open section, then sprint for it once spotted. And it felt good in the middle of winter to be away from the office and to spend the whole day outside, from first light to last, and be comfortable (not cold).

ferns

lush trail to river

During the several days I was there I saw two fish hooked, of which one was landed. And I had fished within sight of several hundred anglers by weeks end. Everyone said things were slow. I saw maybe five other people swinging flies during my time there. I expected more given the long history of fly fishing for steelhead in BC. On my second to last day I spotted a disturbance in the tail of the run. I watched for a minute expecting to see a duck or an otter appear but none did. I asked a hoddie fellow across the river if winter steelhead sometimes disturb the surface? He said sometimes. I placed several casts just above the place of the disturbance with my garish (orange) colored fly: no response. I decided to change flies. I tied on a black fly, a leech pattern, and took several steps upstream and then started reworking the run. After 2 or 3 casts, a thump. I had finally hooked a steelhead. I had it on for what seemed a minute or so and caught a glimpse of it as I was gaining line, and then it was gone. That was my one and only connection.

vedder river

I have no fish photos from this trip so decided to include a picture of a Chilean trout caught about 17 years ago on a dry-fly in a little stream that tumbled into the large Futaleufu river, near the town of Futaleufu. It’s a bit blurry but I like the composition: trout, hand, and my golden retriever in the background.

Chilean trout

Creekside Grass

Posted on February 19, 2015 by troutondries.com

Most of the streams I fish flow through arid sun baked terrain. The edges however are often lined with tall grass growth. They shoot skyward with the summer warmth, stream moisture and nutrients. These edges are places of life: waterfowl, insects, eggs, feathers, even the odd golden retriever…

Trout prowl the aquatic side of these edges. I often sit hidden in the grass and watch the water for movement; for trout. If you sit still long enough the flowing water and swaying grass become mesmerizing. Then a soft rise or flash of a feeding trout wakes you up.

Here are some pictures of soothing creekside grass taken along the rivers I fish.