Tuesday, September 24, 2013

See Boges fish

This guy, hard at work at the daily take your dog fishing day:

At the cutthroat lake...
and in the wilderness...
on the Yellowstone...
and at secret creek...
Researching an article...
and corralling grayling...
with Liz...
During skwalas...
Harassing the guide...
and fish...
"Do, you, want ..." 
"...to chase some ducks?"

For hoppers on the Missouri...
...or runoff on the upper Madison...
...or Christmas on the lower Madison...
Always "helping" me land.
Trudging through the hopper grass (see it?)...
...and when it's too cold to fish...
... and just barely warm enough.
Just a pup, taking to the locals....(that's him ^ ;))
Even just fly tyin'...
Before I knew how to fish ...
Spotting rises on Fairy Lake...
Hunting predators...
Sniffing out the neighborhood drakes...
Overlooking the Gibbon...
For mahogany duns....
Rain, sleet, or snow...

My dog is there.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Falling

Rivers rose and temperatures fell.
Fish rose and rain fell.
Grasshoppers die while big orange sedges hatch.
Fisheries open as summer closes.
Hebgen trout migrate while colored leaves fall.
Mornings need sleep, noon needs fishing.
The 90-degree sun has set behind the snow-capped ridgeline.


Rod tips rise and stress falls.

Autumn begins Sunday.


Thursday, September 5, 2013

Luxuries of a boat bag

Are boat bags essential fly fishing gear? No. Are they extremely nice when fishing from a boat? Yep. And every bit of ease, comfort and happiness counts to this crotchety angler.

Right here ^
It snugs up nicely beside a cooler bag in between the cross bars of an Outcast PAC 1300,
beneath a soft dry-fly cast on the Yellowstone River.
They easily stand upright in a boat (unlike backpacks, etc.), protect your gear with hard sides, provide easy access in a boat, are easy to load and unload with their top-mount handles. So I got one.

Sage's Technical Boat Bag is handsome, durable and accommodating. It holds a full inventory of gear:
  • rain jacket
  • map book
  • five or six fly boxes, and a couple more fly-shop cups
  • a couple bottles of floatant
  • a couple tins of split shot
  • a few indicators
  • a Garmin unit
  • a good-sized first-aid kit
  • lip balm
  • sunscreen
  • long-sleeved shirt
  • water filter
  • a few granola bars
  • some plastic bags for dog poop or whatever
  • small MILC camera and extra lens
  • spare AA batteries
  • Raft repair kit
  • Forceps with tippet caddy and nippers can attach to any of a number of exterior tabs
  • Miscellany like salmon-steelhead poly leaders, old leaders for streamer fishing, mini camping-storage bags, etc.
All fits with aplomb and there's still room for a water bottle.
Perfect for a WaterMaster, too. 
I noted some minor issues, like the absent bag-top handle. Lifting it into the boat requires one little extra step - cinch down the shoulder strap to be used as a hand-handle. Absolute minutia, but something. It does have hand handles on either side, on top of the side pockets (two hands usually required). It also has accoutrements like a big Velcro-able fly patch and a cover leaf for added protection, with magnets to keep it where you want.

I owned an old brand-name boat bag that had some serious waterproof zipper issues - this bag seems to have passed that test. The zippers aren't terribly hard to pull and they haven't given out yet, save for one zipper pull that popped off almost immediately.

Get'cha self one.


Sunday, September 1, 2013

The equinox nears

As we look forward to another hot Labor Day, we reminisce about past Labor Days when fall had started early. In 2008, for example, we slammed grayling in a local reservoir on a cool, drizzly day. We were hoping for one of those again, but we'll settle for 90s and sun.


We have relatively few options for a full-day's fishing due to the weather (the rivers get too darn hot for trout), so this reservoir is one of our only nearby options, though it's said to be the "busiest trailhead in Montana".
Last Labor Day's weather was about like this year's. We fished a gorgeous little creek near Idaho that kicked ass on the opener, but was really tough on Labor Day. Could've been the heat, the summer fishing pressure, or just a fickle day.


It's about the time that grayling start schooling near the inlets so it can be fruitful to swing a mini-San-Juan worm or bright scud at our aforementioned reservoir. But I suspect they haven't started migrating due to this heat, so maybe we'll see some cutthroat and brookies. And sit tight for another week while we wait for autumn to slowly arrive.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Slimy bulldogs

Though often not apparent, there are myriad chubs and suckers in Montana's trout streams. Float the middle stretch of the Bitterroot sometime and look over the bow at all the big, ugly fish fleeing. They are good for the rivers' health (Missoula outfitter Joe Cummings calls them the bison of the Bitterroot), and have every right to inhabit these rivers. I cringe at the thought of some anglers tossing them on the bank.
They're not pretty, and maybe that's why they disappoint most anglers. I find them to be a nice change of pace, but I don't fish for aesthetics. And these gross fish can fight like bulldogs.


Carp don't really fit this mold despite their homeliness, because fly fishing for carp has become a wildly popular activity. Fly anglers respect carp, but not their slimy, down-mouthed brethren. I'm talking about the unknown suckers and chubs.
I say it's time to love all fishes, pretty and ugly. Judge them not based on their appearance, but on their value as sport fish.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Sage Circa Fly Rod

Having an extremely nice rod for only three weeks, I was momentarily tempted to live amongst the Kaczynskis long-beard-style in the mountains, existing on the trout that my new Sage Circa earns me. Alas that daydream passed, but not so for the pleasure of casting the Circa.


To preface this review: I am a simple man who knows not the fancy lingo and mechanics of fly casting. Shiny reels and expensive rods frighten me. But I can tell you that once I slowed my stroke and shot line, it was an absolute joy to use the super-slow Circa.

I tend to cast fiberglass rods further than graphite, and the graphite Circa was very similar for me. It's smooth and satisfying; super light (2.5 ounces) and thin, lays dries down softly and punches nymphs and streamers with ease. This 8-foot 9-inch 5-weight would make a perfect all-around trout-fishing rod. If you've never cast fiberglass, the Circa will give you an idea. If you have, you might not go back.

My first impression - it was hard to get used to on small, overgrown water (not that this size rod was intended for small overgrown water). Where casting is difficult, I want to cast fast. It's more suitable for medium to big water - this particular Circa.

Fighting fish with it is a hoot, especially decent-sized or otherwise feisty ones. The faux-fiberglass bobs and bends like no graphite I've encountered. It'd double-over without straining, and gave me plenty of leverage against the fish. It's ultra-light so end-of-day arm fatigue and shoulder soreness should be minimized.

I own two old, heavy, fiberglass rods (St. Croix and Wright & McGill - both 7-8 weights) and recently cast a couple modern 'glass rods (a Lamiglas 7-foot 3-weight and a Steffen Brothers 8-foot 4-5-weight). The newer rods were pleasant and fun ('glass has come a long way), but if you're a fan of Sage, I wouldn't recommend anything else.

I would consider over-lining it with 5.5- or 6-weight line as I suspect there's a chance it loads a touch more noticeably. But it casts fine with appropriate line, too.

The deep, sexy bend in the fiberglass Circa in the foreground
compared to the graphite VXP in the background.
Now I'm again thinking about running into the mountains before I have to return it...

UPDATE: I have since purchased my own Circa, and I still love the way it casts. But I am finding Sage rods to be a bit fragile. I now have to send a rod in for repair for the second time this year. The $70 repair fees add up (especially when the service is covered under warranty), and the six weeks without the rod sucks. And waiting 24 to 48 hours to hear back from customer service also sucks. With that in mind, buy Sage rods at your own risk. I'm going to look at Winston for my next go-to rod. 

Sage Click Reel: At first I was confused by the drag. It's very light, and apparently adjustable, but too subtle for this simple angler to notice. It is a click drag system which is designed to only give enough tension to disallow free-spooling of the reel. You make your own drag with your palm, or whatever. Some may like that idea, others not, but it keeps things a little more affordable and adds an element to fishing. I know steelheaders who've used click drag reels, so it must be manageable for trout.
For my taste and others who cast my setup, the drag was just too light. It would let line off when casting heavy flies and would spool a little when manually pulling line off. I get the concept, but I prefer a little more tension than that offered by the Click.

Rio Perception Line: I like that it has loops on both ends so I don't have to enforce any seldom-used knots that add to the overall circumference of my spool. It was a nice, easily-castable high-floating line. It didn't crack or sink within three weeks.
It also has the front and rear tapers of the head and the running line broken down into different colors, providing quick info for a number of different casting and fishing applications.
Rio is promoting the line as: "Built with ultra-low stretch ConnectCore Technology, the RIO Perception lines provide pioneering levels of sensitivity for intuitively better cast timing, easier line lift and sharp, precise mends. Lack of stretch also means enhanced detection of subtle takes and significantly reduced reaction time when setting the hook." It would be hard for me to distinguish what difference the line made when casting and fishing a fancy new rod, but it certainly didn't hurt. Either way, this line on this rod makes a winning combination.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Sulphur and sage

Yellowstone National Park is a carnival for the senses. The ears ride the quiet of the night, the bugle of the autumn elk, and the swishing of the tumbling river. The nose plays with aromas of sage and odors of sulphur and buffalo shit. The skin likes the cold water that wraps around its legs and the geyser steam that dances upon it. And the eyes trip out on the visual Arcadia - the colors alone can consume the retina. Yellowstone, black canyon, orange slashes, whitefish and rainbow trout, grey wolves, brown bears and red foxes. Blues and oranges of hot springs, browns of mud pots, and azures of rivers and lakes. Every shade of green plus a few proprietary ones. Yellowstone is a gold mine.


We fished the Black Canyon of the Yellowstone River on Friday with family from Duluth. We got most of the fish on Chubby Chernobyls, Humpies, Bloom's Parachute Flying Ant, but Liz successfully manipulated the Woolly Bugger a few times. A few whities, a few rainbows, but mostly cutthroat. I'd go back...










Walked directly through our site, #82, and did this on the adjacent hill...

Not Yellowstone, but the morning after.

Monday, August 5, 2013

When the walk is over...

We said goodbye to an old friend Saturday night - a friend I've known since my first days in Montana almost 9 years ago. He was brave, humble, had a big black tail and a lovable smile. He will be missed by the many who loved him.

My dog and Jake were arch enemies. Memorial day in 2005 camping on Ruby River Reservoir, they had their first encounter that ended in an ugly scene, and they didn't spend much time together afterward. They could smell each other from a mile away. We once walked them together successfully, but soon after they remembered how they felt about each other. We took them to a local trainer, but even the "guru" couldn't keep them separate. My pooch was nearly always the aggressor, and could've learned a thing or two from Jake.

Jake was there when Brady and I first picked up fly rods, and he's been on many fishing adventures. He would try to eat your trout and would run off, and he was the epitome of a good dog.

Here's to ya, buddy. We'll catch up on the flip side.