greenheadgunner
09-27-2009, 11:19 PM
Last week I received a hot steelhead report from a friend. Having no plans for the weekend, I reserved Saturday and Sunday for chasing "the fish of 1,000 casts." The crew included my dad and fishing partner John.
My fly fishing background is strictly trout, although one time I caught a steelhead while trout fishing. I've had bad enough luck spin casting and bait fishing for steelies on coastal rivers, so I never even considered fly fishing for them on a technical river.
We all know the effects a hot report/open weekend combo can have on an angler.
It's Saturday morning and the Big Dipper is still out, territorial headlamps are flashing across the river and we're running what-if-someone's-on-that-run scenarios.
Fishing light hits and we're fishing the "Plan B" run.
Twenty minutes into the swing dance and I have a fish on! As soon as the fish pulls my line, part of my brain must have come out too. Five seconds into the fight I nervously fiddle with my spool like an idiot, get my finger stuck in it and the fish breaks off.
Last time I had "my lunch handed to me" that early in the morning was during collegiate cross country practice.
Ten minutes later I had a chance to redeem myself and found myself holding a steelhead.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_1.jpg
We fished under the canyon shadows and enjoyed the cool air, knowing it would soon be gone.
9:30 rolls around and the sun hits the water. We switch tactics to nymphing and swinging sink tip lines. Mid-day produced two fish, including my second.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_20.jpg
Then its mid afternoon blues. Slow fishing, but it beats watching paint dry.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_22.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_16.jpg
Before the sun disappeared over the west side of the canyon, things started to pick up.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_15.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_4.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_17.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_5.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_18.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_19.jpg
And eight hours into my first day of steelheading with a fly rod I was ruined, with my sixth fish to hand. A day I will not soon forget, and I day I will never live up to again.
It was phenomenal.
And so was my sleep that night at camp. With more stars visible than Hollywood will ever produce, the big black sky cooled the canyon down to a refreshing 45 degrees.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_13.jpg
The next morning it was the same story. Big Dipper and territorial headlamps, only this time it was us guarding the Plan A run. Course, there was no competition like the day before. Must be a Saturday crowd out there.
After a cup of coffee we were standing in 3900 cubic feet per second of steelheaven. Fitting for a Sunday.
John had the hot hand.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_61.jpg
And soon after he landed that one the canyon echoed with a little hoot. Here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_7.jpg
Let me rephrase that...here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_9.jpg
And very soon after the first hoot was a second hoot. And here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_101.jpg
Let me rephrase that...here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_8.jpg
That's right, a double!!! Including a monster!
And to cap off the morning John threw in a tailout fish for the barbie.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_11.jpg
On the drive home I had been asleep for over an hour when, apparently, I abruptly asked John, "so did you meet any people that caught more fish than us?" He looked at me, confused, and said "where?" I then realized that I had woken myself up with a question that I thought I asked in a dream, but that came out as if I had been awake. "The river?" I responded. We laughed. I guess I'll be dreaming about this one for a long time.
So, having considered the Law of Averages, I am quitting steelheading while I am ahead.
My fly fishing background is strictly trout, although one time I caught a steelhead while trout fishing. I've had bad enough luck spin casting and bait fishing for steelies on coastal rivers, so I never even considered fly fishing for them on a technical river.
We all know the effects a hot report/open weekend combo can have on an angler.
It's Saturday morning and the Big Dipper is still out, territorial headlamps are flashing across the river and we're running what-if-someone's-on-that-run scenarios.
Fishing light hits and we're fishing the "Plan B" run.
Twenty minutes into the swing dance and I have a fish on! As soon as the fish pulls my line, part of my brain must have come out too. Five seconds into the fight I nervously fiddle with my spool like an idiot, get my finger stuck in it and the fish breaks off.
Last time I had "my lunch handed to me" that early in the morning was during collegiate cross country practice.
Ten minutes later I had a chance to redeem myself and found myself holding a steelhead.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_1.jpg
We fished under the canyon shadows and enjoyed the cool air, knowing it would soon be gone.
9:30 rolls around and the sun hits the water. We switch tactics to nymphing and swinging sink tip lines. Mid-day produced two fish, including my second.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_20.jpg
Then its mid afternoon blues. Slow fishing, but it beats watching paint dry.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_22.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_16.jpg
Before the sun disappeared over the west side of the canyon, things started to pick up.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_15.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_4.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_17.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_5.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_18.jpg
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_19.jpg
And eight hours into my first day of steelheading with a fly rod I was ruined, with my sixth fish to hand. A day I will not soon forget, and I day I will never live up to again.
It was phenomenal.
And so was my sleep that night at camp. With more stars visible than Hollywood will ever produce, the big black sky cooled the canyon down to a refreshing 45 degrees.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_13.jpg
The next morning it was the same story. Big Dipper and territorial headlamps, only this time it was us guarding the Plan A run. Course, there was no competition like the day before. Must be a Saturday crowd out there.
After a cup of coffee we were standing in 3900 cubic feet per second of steelheaven. Fitting for a Sunday.
John had the hot hand.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_61.jpg
And soon after he landed that one the canyon echoed with a little hoot. Here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_7.jpg
Let me rephrase that...here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_9.jpg
And very soon after the first hoot was a second hoot. And here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_101.jpg
Let me rephrase that...here's why.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_8.jpg
That's right, a double!!! Including a monster!
And to cap off the morning John threw in a tailout fish for the barbie.
http://www.ifish.net/gallery/data/500/Deschutes_11.jpg
On the drive home I had been asleep for over an hour when, apparently, I abruptly asked John, "so did you meet any people that caught more fish than us?" He looked at me, confused, and said "where?" I then realized that I had woken myself up with a question that I thought I asked in a dream, but that came out as if I had been awake. "The river?" I responded. We laughed. I guess I'll be dreaming about this one for a long time.
So, having considered the Law of Averages, I am quitting steelheading while I am ahead.