Finally…

Ahhh summer time. Freaked out trout in hot water. What a winning combination for not catching any good size trout for a while. I tried to find them though. I even went to the Deschutes to try and I never do very well with the trout there (unless you count 12″ and under). But last week the temperature dropped and on Saturday some clouds moved in so I had to make a move before the warm, sunny days that are coming this week get here. So Alex and I set off early for the McKenzie. Following along the Santiam River for an hour we decided to stop and take a look in one of the nicer holes “Is that a steelhead?” Alex asked. Way deep at the tail of a nice run, at the very bottom was a nice size fish. It was hard to make out what it was we just knew it was good size. So of course I flung all my steelhead flies at it. Three casts with one pattern then on to the next pattern. After 30 minuets of that I put on a mega prince with a small prince nymph below. And right where that large fish was I got a strike; this is what I ended up with…

That’s right, a huge forearm!! No, kidding, a white fish with a photo at a bad perspective. I went back up to look in the hole and the “big” fish was gone. Not sure if the white fish was that “big” one or not. So I moved down to the riffles where Alex was catching some small trout and sure enough I caught White fish number two. In need of some trout we moved on.

We got to our favorite spot on the McKenzie and Yayyyy there were fish rising. What a relief. We both got several nice fish. I had two that were really fun. The first is easier if you look at this diagram.

As the fly approached I saw a nice trout, silhouetted by the darkness of the rock, dart straight up from five or more feet of water. So, he shot up from A, struck with a vengeance at B, tried to run back down to C, realized he had something on his lip so shot across the river to D and did a beautiful jump to try and knock the fly off, ran back down deep to E, shot down river to F, back deep to G, then I was kind enough to pull him to H and get that silly fly off his lip. This was the result…

The other really fun one I had seen rising several times on the opposite side of the river from me. So I waded over the top of my waders (which negates the whole idea of having waders on) to a flat rock in the middle of the river and managed to climb up on it. I waited for the fish to rise again so I could see exactly where he was from my new perspective. Gave him a minute after the rise to settle back down and casted over him. Nothing. Arrggghh. Waited and he rose again so I tried to wait the amount of time between the two rises he had made and when I did “SLAM”! I just love when things work out. Makes me feel like I know what I am doing.