Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Murky Water Swingin' - Skykomish River Report

With the Endangered Species Act season quickly approaching causing most Puget Sound rivers to close January 31, we decided to hit the Skykomish on Sunday, regardless of river conditions. The clouds dumped the two days before shooting the river up to about 15,000 CFS. The Skykomish fishes decently anytime it drops below about 10,000 CFS, so we decided to play it by ear.  Woke up Sunday and made a game time decision.


Skykomish River January 25th, 2015
Flowing about 13,000 CFS Sunday morning, it was dropping quickly. We decided that waiting until mid morning to launch would give the river some time to clear. After a breakfast sandwich and a couple cups of coffee, we rolled into High Bridge/Big Eddy access about 9:30. The river was still running hard at 12,000 CFS. She was high and swift, but surprisingly there was hint of green and about 1’ – 1 ½’ of visibility.
High water allowed for an easy launch and made our trek down the sketchy boulder field below the railroad tracks a walk in the park. It’s always interesting to see the river in different conditions. Many of the typical spots where we have hooked fish in the past were not there or the water was cooking through way too fast. We stopped at we have deemed “one fish hole”. I’m sure there is a different name for this stretch, but this spot seems to consistently put out one fish of some kind. Today was no different.

Skykomish River Dollies
We parked the boat river right and got ready to swing. With low visibility, we decided to wade in no more than knee deep and fish the shallow water right next to the shore. T-11 is too much for two feet of water… It’s funny how it takes twenty minutes to tie a fly you are so proud of and two seconds to lose it in the rocks. After a couple lost flies and a few “choice” words, too lazy to change tips, we were back in with lighter flies. Mine a black intruder and Katie’s a pink bunny leach. After retying, I went down river below the boat and Katie went above. Half way through my swing, I pick my nose, look up at the bluebird sky, and then peek up river to see Katie’s rod in full bend and water swirling in front of her. Seeing the head pop out of the water at first I think steelhead, but after getting closer, it was monster dolly varden. Hooked in about 8 inches of water right next to where the boat was parked. Snap some pics and off it goes back to its cloudy home. That was it from “One Fish hole”. On we went.

We played hop scotch with a couple other groups of fly fisherman all day, and as they were in some of our normal runs, we decided to pull over on a place I hadn’t fished before. With the water swift, and basketball sized boulders in about 8” of water along the shore, I pulled a not-so-graceful sideways drift boat parking job slamming into the shore at the top of a run. Just before my crash job into the bank we see 4 or 5 large shadows swimming all different directions and tails splashing out of the water. This caused several more of those “choice” words. But it did confirm that in murky water you fish the shallows next to the shore!! Fished down a ways to no avail with the wind howling and then continued our quick float down river.


Skykomish Swingin
One or two more spots swinging through along the way. Katie hooked a second dolly that was long distance released. This one on a white bunny. I have always heard to use big and black in muddy water to create a large, easy to see profile of a fly. I didn’t get a tug or a sniff all day fishing large and black. Katie fished medium flies in bright colors and hooked two fish. So much for the large and dark in dirty water theory. But that’s fishing.

Pulled into Sultan about 3:00 pm and heard of no fish caught. But the best advice to give any fisherman is to go every chance you get, every time you can, and learn. I’ve never fished the Skykomish River in conditions like this, and it was definitely and exciting learning experience.

  


 

 

 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Started to think it would never happen...

First year with the spey rod
Like most people who fish, I began my time on the water gear fishing for whatever was in the lake that day as a kid or trolling the Hood Canal for whatever we could find. I fly fished on and off growing up, but still very little. It's only been in the last couple of years that I really began to take fly fishing seriously and develop a serious addiction to the sport. After the first 15 minutes of casting my new two-handed fly rod and also after whapping myself in the back of the head several times, I caught my first fish on the Spey rod. It was a 13” shiny little Dolly Varden in October on the Skykomish river. I thought to myself “this is going to be easy if I'm catching fish already.” Little did I know…
 
Now, I can't even count all the holes in my jackets from learning how to cast or how many flies I lost because I had no idea what a T-17 was. I even snapped off an expensive shooting head one time because of that heavy sink tip. The learning curve has been massive. After a least one day nearly every weekend for the past two years, gallons and gallons of gas, several long road trips to different rivers, watching Skagit Master 1 multiple times, watching Skagit Master 2 multiple times, and then reading from front to back a book written by the great Dec Hogan, I finally am now feeling at ease with my spey rod in hand.  It's only within the last year or so that I've felt confident casting in most situations and conditions and have actually started to see results.
 
 
First Swung up Salmon
This past fall I hooked my first salmon on a swung fly on the Skykomish river. Throughout the last couple of years, I have swung flies and hooked up on several Dolly Vardens,  some Chum salmon, multiple Rainbows, and a whole grip of cutties. All are great fish and all have brought me great satisfaction, but in the end it boils down to my personal vendetta for those chrome ghosts.
 
 This past weekend on the Sky we hiked in to a spot on the river where I knew there should be some fish (since we caught one there two days before on the meat sticks). After a couple casts with my gear rod (aka meat stick) I became bored and decided to go back to the spey rod and walk down river a ways. Wind howling, I had to adjust my casts to figure out how to get some line out without creating a rats nest in mid flight. Second or third cast up just from the tail out, mid swing, there was a weird “nudge” on my line, half a second later, SMASH!! Lifted my rod and there she was! Three acrobatic spin jumps, and she swam right at me full speed. THIS is why they tell you get a large arbor reel for steelhead fishing. Reeling in at full speed I was terrified that she may have spit the white and orange barbless intruder, but then I caught up to her. Got her to shore and that was it. Two years of practice for 2 minutes of enjoyment. Bonk! Off to the grill, it was a nice 6 or 7 lb chrome bright hatchery female. Never been so happy about a dang hatchery brat.
 
 
You always hear about the “grab” and that moment was something that will be hard to forget. I have caught fish many different ways, but none as satisfying as this. It was a swing I will never forget, and I will never be able to pass through that run on the Skykomish river without swinging my fly through its entirety with anxious anticipation of another "grab".
 
For the last couple years I have been severely addicted to fly fishing. This did not help….