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Showing up

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“Eighty percent of success is showing up” — Woody Allen

I’ve been fishing east and west of the Divide with a friend, Roman. Mostly west. The good weather has been hanging in: clear skies; warm Autumn afternoon light…the best light. Some rivers have been spectacular. Some bugless and lifeless. I’m fortunate to live in a region where a 30-45 minute drive can deliver you to a variety of rivers if the one you are on is unproductive. The key, as always, is to show up, look, explore.

Large Bull trout are on redds in the mountains streams. The Brown trout in the lower rivers are not paired-up yet. There are fewer anglers around. It’s a great time of year to squeeze whatever juice is left out of the dry fly year. Hopefully BWO’s are still to come on some of the tailwater rivers. And maybe even some Mahoganies. I’ll wait for a low front, overcast skies and light wind and then show up. That’s the recipe to find a late season large colorful Brown trout sipping on the surface.

Some images from a week ago.

life ignites

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AT MY LATITUDE DAYS are noticeably getting shorter. Mornings cooler. The sun archs lower. Shadows are longer late afternoon. Some trees are coloring and shedding their leaves. September has arrived in the Rocky Mountains.

It was 46f (water temperature) at 11:30 am on a nearby mountain stream the other day. It always runs cold. It’s cold in July. It’s cold in August. Same in September. By mid afternoon the creek probably was a few degrees warmer. Maybe it hit the 50f mark, probably not. Some hatches especially the larger Drakes are only suppose to emerge when the water temperature climbs above 50f and into the mid fifties. In the stream I was on Drakes can pop below 50f, some of the large ones and definitely the smaller, Flavs (Flavilinea Drunella). In my experience it just takes sunlight to flood the river bottom. That seems to be the trigger. That’s the spark that gets a really good hatch going in a frigid flow. With the mid-day sunlight the submerged rock clinging nymphs then let go and make their way to the surface. And trout wake-up and begin chasing their ascent, and start feeding on those riding on the surface. The river comes alive. Witnessing it is always special as is searching for the best that the stream has to offer when life ignites…

creeks, drakes & trout

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CLEAR MOUNTAIN CREEKS. I’ve been out on them the past few weeks treasure hunting. A fair amount of stream miles/kms covered while walking the cold flows over uneven stones. The smaller version of the Green Drake (Flavs) family (Mayfly) were around on some of the streams. A few of the bigger Drakes too. Cutthroat trout are always willing to take them on the surface. The hatch never gets ignored. Survival in mountain streams requires that trout feed when opportunity knocks. And this relatively large mayfly means calories and thick healthy fish. Some streams have Drakes. Mysteriously others just a valley or a few miles away do not. The fish in those rivers are not as robust; not as wide.

Some gems found while treasure hunting…

comparaduns/haystacks, a simple pattern

The Originals

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Original: “Present or existing from the beginning; first or earliest”.

COOL FOR AUGUST. Overall a cool summer here. And a fair amount of rain. That’s bad for campers. That’s good for trout. Everywhere else in the northern hemisphere it seems to be cooking.

Stream banks, intact ones, great spot to search for trout

I visited a local stream up in the mountains. Clear water up there. Water like air. I was hoping for a hatch. I’m always hoping for a hatch. The conditions looked perfect. It never happened. Just a few Drakes. More as the day progressed. The odd rise. I would have got skunked if I didn’t know the river section I was on well. I walked more than I fished. Last time I was on the river it was late spring, early summer. Today I connected with a few good ones. My reel sang. I believe a reel with a good sound helps me play/ land fish. It’s the feedback.

I casted barbless dry flies. Makes for an easy release on the native trout. A couple of beautiful ones came to hand. Cutthroats with a strong, pronounced slash. The originals…”existing from the beginning”.

Slight undercut

Roaming around

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” Aye, aye! and I’ll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up”.

Captain Ahab, Moby Dick/ The Whale—Herman Melville

Oh boy! I’ve been on a bug search. Looking for insects. Looking for a good solid hatch. Looking for some rising fish. The two go together: bugs and surfacing trout. It has been tough out there. I’ve been roaming from river to river. Looking. Some yellow sallies are around; some pmds; some big stones; some bwo’s when cloudy; some drakes. “Some” but not “much” of anything. Kind of sparse (hatches), thin and weak I’d say. And then some inclement weather rolled in. Some low clouds and rain. I picked another river. One I’ve been waiting to get on. Waiting for the flow to drop. Waiting for the right moment. And I got lucky. Around mid-day bugs started to hatch. Big guys. Big drakes riding the surface, wings up, like the old time tall ships with their towering masts. A spectacular event. Maybe 1.5 hours long. Not bad. And with it the best in the river (trout) showed themselves and I managed a few good ones on dries. Then I continued to walk the river and watched familiar locations and spotted several more robust trout rise perfectly to intercept the big bugs. By then watching was good enough. Reverence for this special river.

Some photos while roaming around searching the past few weeks; hiking streamside paths; crossing rivers….and a few special trout.

always investigate little pools off of main flow

tailwater bow, fly: beetle

riverside wild flowers

some color

Standing in a River Waving a Stick

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“I’m an instinctive caster and use whatever elements of the formal casts I need to get a good drift. I think it’s best to be inventive and flexible…I’ll cast upstream, downstream or sideways; whichever direction gets me the drift I want.”– John Gierach, Author, Trout Bum

SOME NIGHTS HAVE BEEN COLD. I HEAR the furnace kicking-in in the wee hours. Rivers are cooling down. There are fewer late afternoon rising fish. They are retreating. Bottom hugging. The big sleep is coming. I just read John Gierach passed away. A big loss. If you are a fly fisher you know whom I talking about.

A few season end images. It has been a good one. Glad I covered a lot of moving water. Glad I stood in a river and waved a stick….

striking gold

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WE POINT THE TRUCK westward. Gear for the day in the back. Big Mayflies have been tied and are in neat rows in our fly boxes. Daniel says, “You can never have enough Drakes”. True. Our rods are rigged with braided leaders for the stretch; for the give. Once at the river we select an entry point, then hike and search. The sun is on our shoulders. It’s warm. There’s no wind. A perfect day. The big bugs start. The fish begin to show. Daniel’s Butterstick bends. His Click and Pawl sings. It sings all afternoon with the strong, untamed trout running downstream and Daniel and Harper rock hopping in pursuit. An unforgettable day. It’s early September and we struck gold…

Some images of the impressive Cutthroat trout caught by Daniel, a co-worker, at the Crowsnest Angler Fly Shop.

harper

the flame

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“From a little spark may burst a flame”. – Dante Alighieri

Late August and September are a beautiful time to be on local Cutthroat rivers. There are fewer people around and less angling pressure, especially on weekdays.

With the season transitioning to Autumn dry fly angling becomes more of an afternoon event. Nights are cooler and with the sun arching lower, shadows blanket the river often until late morning, sometimes noon. Each river is different depending on the direction they flow in relation to the travelling sun and the terrain they run through. Morning shadows cover a river longer in steep mountainous and heavily forested territory.

Once the sun does reach the water it slowly warms it and energizes all life. If it’s a river inclined to having hatches then often an insect emergence occurs mid afternoon. It takes time for things to heat-up on a mountain stream. You wait wondering if it will happen. Then you see a few tall-winged Mayflies riding the current. Then a bulge in the water signifying a feeding trout. Then more Mayflies. If you are lucky the emergence becomes a flurry of activity with trout gorging themselves on the surface. “From a little spark may burst a flame.” Trout will take full advantage of the food nature is gifting and survival requires “getting while the getting is good”. That’s when you want to be present in order to witness it all and hopefully locate a few good ones in the afternoon light. And for me quality dry fly angling is all about the light. Spotting a rising fish in a pool or along a bank when it and the insects that it is preying upon are fully illuminated in the afternoon light is angling perfection. It is the most visually engaging trout fly fishing that I know. When “it’s on, it’s on” and it’s thrilling. However, in a cold mountain stream the hatch can be brief. An hour or two, maybe a little more. Once the shadows return around suppertime then it all begins to shut-down. The hatch dies-out and the trout retreat below. As quickly as it begins, it ends. The flame goes out.

Some images from the past two weeks chasing the flame…

untamed

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MID -AUGUST. MORNINGS are noticeably cooler and shadows are longer around suppertime. The Corn truck is parked along the highway. Bears are foraging for berries in the river valleys. All are signs that we are transitioning into late summer. It’s a reminder to “catch it while you can.”

Some photos from recent outings where the trout haven’t been tamed…