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Join Jeff on his visual journey as he draws a fishing fly a day for 365 days. This book chronicles an artists journey as he challenges his creativity on a daily basis. The book contains all of the full color images of every fly from the project. You will also venture into Jeff's head as he describes what was on his mind as he created some of his paintings.
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The Underground’s Post-Thanksgiving, err… Post

The bird has been eaten and the relatives are seeing our driveway in their rear-view mirrors, and while holidays are always hectic, this might be the first in recent memory when fly fishing wasn’t even a blip on the radar.

That, of course, flies in the face of common sense; in what I’ll call one of the Upper Sacramento River’s Dirty Little Secrets, the October Caddis bite remains pretty good through the middle of December.

That means big fish on big dries, which is something I don’t take lightly.

Still, family get-togethers are rare things at the Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters, and with Little M now racing around the house on two legs, it’s clear a new World Order has taken over.

Thus, does life nudge us forward.

The Turkey Talks, We Cringe

My Thanksgiving sadness extends beyond the lack of river time; in a move sure to disappoint the legions of Undergrounders, I must admit slightly undercooking the turkey on our charcoal Weber, despite producing perfect birds on several prior occasions.

In other words, I failed charcoal huggers everywhere.

I could recycle the same excuses widely employed for fly fishing (too hot, too cold, too many people lifting the lid/wading the river, etc), but all I can say is the fire just didn’t burn hot enough long enough.

I hang my head in shame.

The Word Count

More startling is this admission: I haven’t written a word in days.

In some ways, that bothers me more than the lack of fly fishing. I’m a writer by trade, and the absence of a little daily keyboard abuse raises alarms of every kind.

Never fear Undergrounders; two nearly finished posts are waiting the in the wings, and you’ll see them shortly.

The world my be spinning faster than it did ten years ago (OK, maybe it just seems that way), but we’re still on this horse.

This week, I begin teaching four nights a week for three weeks – the kind of honest workload that I simply have no stomach for. Sadly, the die is cast, and for three weeks, I’ll fill the role of hardworking, responsible educator/online marketing consultant.

Naturally, any sentence including the word “responsible” chafes the hides of fly fishers the world over, especially given that I’m not only hankering to get a little fishing in, but would love to annihilate a few more clay pigeons with the Browning, and yes, practice a little more precision shooting before the nearby range closes for the winter.

In other words – like my dinner plate on Thanksgiving – my recreational plate is also full of half-cooked goodies.

See you in the classroom, Tom Chandler.

Just A Reminder

These Flies Entice Runners
they work wonders
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.. As we sail into closing weekend we have chosen to forego the traditional goofy Halloween pictures and remind you that the Madison River is just chucky-jam-full of fresh fish from Hebgen Reservoir.
.. The combination of impending winter, (less food,) and the urgency of procreation, (more energy used,) join forces to make the following flies worthwhile.
.. Below is a recap of the flies that the neighbors have in their boxes. Many of these flies are so mundane and pedestrian that the "pros" don't even talk about them. They would not seem to be experts if they didn't have something "new and different." Many of these old flies are still around because the just plain work.
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(Most images are huge - just click on them.)

.. Thunder Creek. When was the last time you heard someone recommend that old fossil? Who do you know that fishes it? They are either very good liars or just plain secretive. The trout in the Madison River haven't seen many of these. They usually eat the ones that they see. Fish it on the swing. Let it straighten out. Wait a little while then strip it in real fast. Old ways. This specimen, (rust, dead head cement and all took a nice fish at 7-mile bridge last October.)
.. Original Olive Matuka. These are tied commercially but their sales are way off. Although infrequently used these days, there is probably one in your fly box. There may be several. They most probably are unused and forgotten. Drag one out and give it an honest try. The early morning is a good time for the darker ones. Dead drifted or stripped downstream in the undercuts may just surprise you.
.. Chenille Matuka. Bright and boisterous, this variant is also tied commercially. It looks too gaudy for most "serious" fishers. It is a visual disaster in just about any fly box. It's not on the lips of the romantic poets of Yellowstone lore. Yet this variety is as good as or better than the original. The tail is splayed and provides nice action in the depths of dark pools. Sizes up to #4 and 4XL are not uncommonly found stuck in the noses of eager trout in the willows below the Highway 191 bridge.
.. Bead Head Rubber Legs. There are a bazillion rubber legs flies. They have secret names as well as commercial names.
.. They can be "Silli" - "Spooky" - "Madisoned" - "Fireholed" - and "Henry's Forked."
.. We use several of them this time of year and all are just grand. This one may be the grandest of all. It gets down quick and is good for 'snap-casting' right above the big roll that ended with a baby splash just over your left shoulder. The combination of long hackle, wiggly legs, copper wire. and a prickly body are often irresistible when slow-drifted across the bottom of a dark pool at sunset.
.. Guide's Secret Rubber Legs. Not a secret any more. Seven or eight years ago this pattern was hidden in dark places and fondled frequently in anticipation of Fall fishing. There are many variations of this fly: the chenille, the number of legs, the head and tail treatment, the size and hook. All seem to work just fine. There are now many commercial versions. Some of the local, (Cameron, Ennis, West Yellowstone,) versions are still proprietary. So be it.
.. Hackle & Legs. Here's another rubber legs pattern that has been embellished with long widely spaced palmered hackle. This one can be made to float with enough goo, or what ever is your favorite flotant. The many dimples create little lenses that allow the light to be seen. Strikes can be explosive - especially after a slight twitch.
.. The fly can also be drowned or fished on the swing in the film or down deep. It reminds us of an augmented Wooly Worm. It's good for a change of pace and is an excellent conversation piece.
.. Woolly Worm. The poor thing: fallen into disuse and disgrace. Often mentioned in the same sentence as the San Juan Worm. The Fall sizes and variations are not within the traditional range for this old sweetheart, (how many do you have?) Sizes in the 2 - 6 range are not uncommon. Long hooks are used by the neighbors. Red buck-tail is used for an afterburner. Very long, (for hook size,) hackle is the norm for this time of year. Traditional yellow and black are frequently the choice for the area around the Barns Holes and the Local Hole #1. More often, the last couple of years has seen hot orange or bright rust being chosen for the big water just above the estuary.
.. Pheasant & Blue. This streamer is a staple along the Washougal River in Washington and on the upper Clearwater River in Idaho. The pheasant rump feathers are popular in both steelhead and salmon fly patterns. Fishers on the South Fork of the Snake River in both Idaho and Wyoming have used this pattern for a couple of decades to take large migratory cutthroat trout. This pattern is now finding it's way into secret stashes of some of our neighbors. We've not used it but they swear by it - and at it.
.. Brindle & Hen. This popular fly from Northern California locations around Hoopa, Eureka, and Salyer has been modernized by the recent explosion of color in chenille. Similar in form and function to the classic Brindle Bug this fly is not just another pretty face. Tied with a heavy wire under-body it bounces through deep riffles with undulating sex appeal and is hard to resist by submarines parked in the dark spots during mid-day. This is a useful probing fly when tied with no underwire support and the action is leech or eel like. Just the groceries a fresh-run fish is looking for.
.. Bead Head Glitter Nymph. This monstrous cousin to the standard pheasant tail nymph is persistent in the repertory of the big-fish catchers in the neighborhood. It's easy to tie in sizes 4 - 8 and makes an excellent fly for the low clouds and bright overcast days of late September and October. It has nearly replaced the Casual Dress in our box and we don't regret it. Bleached goose biots are becoming rare these days. White will work just fine - or do some yourself.
.. Sinking Hopper. It's time for the sheep to call it quits on their hopper box. The feather merchants have run low on their stash and are touting the flies of fall. Grasshoppers in the high country continue to grow and molt through the first couple of weeks in October. A hard frost will "knock 'em down." A couple of warm days, (even after snow,) will kick some life into them. Drowned, this fly is a nearly irresistible morsel for the big resident trout and a rare treat for the lake run fish of the Madison River.
.. Many of our strangest neighbors use this as a dropper behind a big streamer such as a Woolly Bugger, Egg-sucking Leech, Chamois Leech, or a Brindle & Hen. Common practice is to soak the little dickens in water for a day or two and let the river do your shopping for you.
.. Dark Spruce Fly. This classic has persisted despite the hawking of "more modern" flies. There are many variants and they seem to be quietly proliferating. We prefer ours tied a bit on the sparse side and choose to use a barred furnace hackle tip of a mahogany color rather than the traditional golden badger hackle.
.. This pattern is old, (1918 - 1919,) and was originally called the Godfrey Special. It was a premier sea-run cutthroat pattern for over half a century. It is still seen along the Madison River, and steelhead streams most everywhere. This is just the tonic for jaded trout around Baker's Hole and the Barns Holes.
.. This year the Light Spruce Fly is doing it's share of catching as well. Many of the neighbors fish it as a matter of course. With a short leader and a herky-jerky strip in a deep dark pool it will allow you to see the fly and the take. It seems to work best at mid-depths - but will take fish throughout the water column.
.. The very adventurous casters in the neighborhood run this in tandem with the Dark Spruce Fly or a Little Brown Trout. If your casting action is powerful, smooth, and practiced this is a killer combination.
.. Furnace & Red. This fly has been a staple for our Fall and Winter fishing since sometime in the late 60's. A couple of dozen were a gift from a fly fisher in Pocatello, Idaho. He may have "invented" it.
.. The name was roughly translated as "BOB'S FLY" - Google shows nothing quite like it by that name. It's a dark fly that is sometimes stripped cross-current at night or in the twilight. It's caught a few big fish. A few of the ancient neighbors here and in I.F. use a similar fly - with different names. (The eyes are Herter's NOS. We have zillions of them and used to think they were important - works just as good without them.)
.. The Little Brown Trout. Dear to the hearts of Montanan's that love our cutthroats. There is a satisfying surge of glee, (it arises somewhere between the epitome and id,) when one of these little flies gets eaten. This old pattern is seen in most fly boxes and is only occasionally used. It is special only in the hearts and minds of ancient neighbors that remember what a glorious bit of water the Snake River was without the scourge of the invasive Brown's. Fish it like the little streamer that it is. Shallow riffles, deep undercut banks, and deep slicks are it's prime hunting ground. Even the Browns will eat it.
.. Stonefly Nymph. They live here. They get dislodged. They float around in the water column and get eaten all year long. Of course they are a Springtime religion, but the trout will eat one that's floating by any time of year. Often the older neighbors tell us to "hit 'em in the nose." That's good advice if you know where the noses are.
.. The mundane task of systematically covering a run in the Fall is a bit tedious. It is also rewarding when using any of the many stonefly imitations. Like a dog with a bone, the fish grab it, shake it, and hold onto it with a fierceness like unto a virgin prom queen in the back of an S.U.V.
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.. Baker's Hole Bugger. Straight from Blue Ribbon Flies & Whiskey Creek Fishing comes a fly designed specifically for the water around Baker's Hole. It's a fly that has been "making the rounds" for a few years and shows some staying power. Although supposedly designed "for Brown Trout" the fly is just fine for pricking hungry trout of any stripe.
.. A couple of the neighbors are aficionados of this fly and have already shortened it's name to "Baker's Bugger." They fish it all year long. The fly uses standard Brindle Bug chenille and a two toned tail similar to the Brindle and Hen. These long-tailed buggers have been getting more attention during the last decade. Probably a good reason for that.
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.. Here's a view of the Junction Pool. It will help you navigate through the elbows.



Across The Pond

MONTANA INROADS
Brits & Flies & Yellowstone
my, my, my
(Enormous image - will stretch or shrink for wallpaper.)
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.. A wandering fisher on the Madison River, (location not to be divulged,) was stammering and stuttering about the surprise fish taken on a size 10 Montana Nymph. "I was just trying to relax," he muttered to himself.
.. He was visiting Yellowstone National Park from Newport, (the one in jolly ol' . . .) He knew nothing of the Fall run of fish from Hebgan Lake.
.. He did know about the legendary fishing in the park. He brought a 5-piece, 7-weight, bamboo, travel rod and some advice from his friends back home - "Use Montana Stone Flies."
.. He showed us his giant fly box, (he only carried one.) Nicely arranged on one side was the most diverse assortment of Montana Nymphs we've ever seen. He had tucked them in his baggage with the rod and came to fish a bit on the Madison River. He took an enormous 21" trout. He also took several 12" - 14" trout.
.. The flies, (including the highly revered skwala, and a cute little rubber legs creation,) all came from Fishing and Flies in Cardiff, (the one in jolly ol' . . .) Nice they were too!
.. He asked that his name not be used. He would not let us take a picture of the flies because they were still a rather well kept secret ("back home.") We parted on congenial terms. He returned to the river and I did sneak a picture from the car. {we borrowed the illustrations from the home site - not too big of a secret.}
.. His technique was simple. Find a deep run. Stand at it's head. Cast across and down with a heavy sink tip line. At the end of the swing, (with rod tip under water,) make a few short quick strips, then cast to the other side of the pool and do it again.
.. In a most unbecoming manner he walked - two steps at a time - down the middle of the run. Worked well.
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9/23-10/2: Good fishing!

Here’s a recap of what’s been happening since last Wednesday. With a couple of exceptions, the fishing has been great, with more quality codfish coming over the rails than in the preceding couple of weeks. Lots of haddock still, and while dogfish have at times been troublesome, overall they’ve been pretty mild.

Wednesday, 9/23:
Capt. Kirk reports a very good day on the Yankee Patriot on Wednesday. Drifting all day due to tide-into-20-knot-wind conditions, the light load of anglers put a pile of fish in the boat, almost all cod and haddock. A 14-pound cod won the pool.

Capt. Josh had a charter aboard the Yankee Clipper, reporting a fair to good day of fishing. He made 6 anchor stops of 30-40 minutes each, each of which followed a similar pattern. They’d initially experience a flurry of large (4-6-pound) haddock and then settle into a steady pick before the dogfish made it tough to continue bait fishing, at which time they’d make a shift. Mostly haddock today, with a handful of legal cod mixed in.

Thursday, 9/24:
Capt. Kirk sounded pretty pumped about the excellent day anglers experienced aboard the Yankee Clipper on Thursday’s marathon. The first anchor stop was sheer mayhem, with both bait and jig fishermen cashing in on fish-a-cast action for two hours. The catch was composed of about equal landings of haddock and cod, plus a few cusk, a couple of hake, and a couple of pollock, including a 30-pound beast that won the pool. Dogs were a non-issue. After that stop, they made a series of drifts that also provided fast action, although not quite as fierce as that first stop.

Friday, 9/25:
Capts. Dave and Tom ran Friday’s overnight trip on the Yankee Freedom, and Dave reports very good fishing overall, despite sloppy weather. Anchoring for the duration of the trip, those anglers who braved the conditions caught a 50/50 mix of haddock and quality codfish, including a number of fish in the high teens. Jigs and bait both worked well since dogs weren’t really an issue, although the better-sized cod took a liking to the jigs. A 20-pound cod took pool honors.

Saturday, 9/26:
Capt Josh reports a good day overall on the Yankee Clipper day trip. The first anchor stop in the morning provided hot and heavy action on a mix of cod, haddock, and cusk on both bait and jigs. Most of the codfish were legal-sized white-bellies to 10 pounds. Dogs were present but not a big issue. They made a total of four more anchor stops, catching a mix of the aforementioned species at each of them, mostly picking away but with a few good flurries as well. They also tried a half-hour drift, during which most anglers had a hard time tending bottom but those who were able to fish effectively did quite well. Loretta Miner, for example, caught 5 haddock on the jig on as many casts during that drift! A 13-pound cusk snuck by a bunch of codfish to win the pool.

On the Yankee Patriot, Kirk also reports a good day on the 7-4 day trip. The first anchor stop of the morning offered fast action on mostly cusk with a couple of haddock and scrod mixed in. After that, Kirk decided to try drifting using the Yankee Patriot’s new sea anchor, a large canvas sheet deployed off of the bow to help slow the drift. They enjoyed a good pick of haddock for a 45-minute span before the tide went slack and the bite disappeared. Kirk made a shift and they finished the day with a mixed-bag bite of cod, haddock, cusk and pollock. A 14-pound pollock won the pool.

Sunday, 9/27:
Capt. Smitty ran the Yankee Clipper on Sunday, in rough, challenging conditions. They tried to fish in the morning, picking away at cusk, haddock, and cod, but the weather was just not good enough to put in a quality effort, and they elected to head in early, tying up back at East Gloucester Marina a few hours early.

On the Yankee Freedom, Capts. Dave and Tom had an overnight charter and Dave reports that, despite stiff breezes and 4-6-foot seas, the fishing was once again very good. Mostly codfish this time, a number of which were in the high teens. Jigs were best both for numbers and quality. A 21-pound cod won the pool.

Monday, 9/28:
Capt. Josh reports fair to good fishing on the Yankee Clipper on Monday. The first couple of anchor stops were a pick of mostly cusk. The next two stops were more productive, with anglers catching a mix of haddock and cod, the latter at a 3:1 short: keeper ratio. They would experience 15-20-minute spurts of excellent haddock fishing, with a number of quality fish coming up at once, before the action would settle down again.

Tuesday, 9/29:
Josh reports another fair to good day on Tuesday’s limited load trip on the Yankee Clipper. They picked away at cod, cusk and haddock on the anchor for most the trip before making a few stops on the pollock at the end of the day. Those anglers who were able to cast a jig away from the boat caught a bunch of the boat-shy pollock. A 15-pounder won the pool.

Wednesday, 9/30:
Capt. Kirk, sailing with a light load aboard the Yankee Patriot, reports a very good day, catching mostly haddock and cod, with a few cusk. They drifted all morning, catching a mix of haddock and market cod to 15 pounds, the largest of which won the pool. The current then become too strong to effectively drift, so they anchored up but experienced only a pick of haddock before the dogfish showed up. At the end of the day, they went back to drifting using the sea anchor but the bite just wasn’t really there, and the had only a grinding pick. High hooks had in excess of 15 legal fish, and the catch was well-spread around the boat.

Thurs, 10/1:
Kirk reports an exceptional day of fishing on the marathon aboard the Yankee Clipper. Fishing in a stiff 25-knot northwest wind and 3-5-foot seas, anglers bailed a mix of haddock, cod, cusk, and pollock, with haddock dominating the catch. Kirk covered a lot of ground, trying a number of areas he hadn’t fished in a while and finding good action at all of them. Dogs weren’t too bad, and high hooks had over 20 keepers. A 14-pound cod won the pool.

Friday, 10/2:
Capt. Kirk ran Friday’s day trip on the Yankee Clipper, reporting a good day overall. The first stop produced a pile of cod and haddock for the first 45 minutes, then the dogfish showed up, forcing them to make a shift. They encountered more dogfish all day than they’ve been seeing in a while. The rest of the day, they picked away at cod and haddock with a couple of solid haddock flurries mixed in. A 14-pound cod won the pool.

Saturday, 10/3:
Capt. Josh tried to make a go of it on the Yankee Clipper this morning, but after seeing the nasty conditions outside of the breakwater decided to turn around and wait ‘til tomorrow.

Get out there—fall fishing is here!

Willy

Slightly Off Center

FALL FLIES FOR
THE MADISON RIVER

The Big-N-Ugly Box
they work wonders
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.. Fall is when the trout in the Madison River are at their intellectual peak. They have seen flies from the four corners of the earth and rejected most of them. They have refused the offerings from both sage fishers and first-timers. They have figured out just what real food looks like.
.. The fish are experimenting less and gobbling more. They've seen it all - almost. The flies below all work well for galling a trout on the Madison River. They work best in the Fall when a sack of groceries is on the mind of sex crazed trout. The combination of impending winter, (less food,) and the urgency of procreation, (more energy used,) join forces to make the following flies worthwhile - starting now.
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(All images are huge - just click on them.)
.. Thunder Creek. When was the last time you heard someone recommend that old fossil? Who do you know that fishes it? They are either very good liars or just plain secretive. The trout in the Madison River haven't seen many of these. They usually eat the ones that they see. Fish it on the swing. Let it straighten out. Wait a little while then strip it in real fast. Old ways. This specimen, (rust, dead head cement and all took a nice fish at 7-mile bridge last October.)
.. Original Olive Matuka. These are tied commercially but their sales are way off. Although infrequently used these days, there is probably one in your fly box. There may be several. They most probably are unused and forgotten. Drag one out and give it an honest try. The early morning is a good time for the darker ones. Dead drifted or stripped downstream in the undercuts may just surprise you.
.. Chenille Matuka. Bright and boisterous, this variant is also tied commercially. It looks too gaudy for most "serious" fishers. It is a visual disaster in just about any fly box. It's not on the lips of the romantic poets of Yellowstone lore. Yet this variety is as good as or better than the original. The tail is splayed and provides nice action in the depths of dark pools. Sizes up to #4 and 4XL are not uncommonly found stuck in the noses of eager trout in the willows below the Highway 191 bridge.
.. Bead Head Rubber Legs. There are a bazillion rubber legs flies. They have secret names as well as commercial names.
.. They can be "Silli" - "Spooky" - "Madisoned" - "Fireholed" - and "Henry's Forked."
.. We use several of them this time of year and all are just grand. This one may be the grandest of all. It gets down quick and is good for 'snap-casting' right above the big roll that ended with a baby splash just over your left shoulder. The combination of long hackle, wiggly legs, copper wire. and a prickly body are often irresistible when slow-drifted across the bottom of a dark pool at sunset.
.. Guide's Secret Rubber Legs. Not a secret any more. Seven or eight years ago this pattern was hidden in dark places and fondled frequently in anticipation of Fall fishing. There are many variations of this fly: the chenille, the number of legs, the head and tail treatment, the size and hook. All seem to work just fine. There are now many commercial versions. Some of the local, (Cameron, Ennis, West Yellowstone,) versions are still proprietary. So be it.
.. Hackle & Legs. Here's another rubber legs pattern that has been embellished with long widely spaced palmered hackle. This one can be made to float with enough goo, or what ever is your favorite flotant. On still, or slick, water in the light of a Gallatin Moon, (July, August, September,) The many dimples create little lenses that allow the light to be seen. Strikes can be explosive - especially after a slight twitch.
.. The fly can also be drowned or fished on the swing in the film or down deep. It reminds us of an augmented Wooly Worm. It's good for a change of pace and is an excellent conversation piece.
.. Woolly Worm. The poor thing: fallen into disuse and disgrace. Often mentioned in the same sentence as the San Juan Worm. The Fall sizes and variations are not within the traditional range for this old sweetheart, (how many do you have?) Sizes in the 2 - 6 range are not uncommon. Long hooks are used by the neighbors. Red buck-tail is used for an afterburner. Very long, (for hook size,) hackle is the norm for this time of year. Traditional yellow and black are frequently the choice for the area around the Barns Holes and the Local Hole. More often, the last couple of years has seen hot orange or bright rust being chosen for the big water just above the estuary on the Madison River.
.. Pheasant & Blue. This streamer is a staple along the Washougal River in Washington and on the upper Clearwater River in Idaho. The pheasant rump feathers are popular in both steelhead and salmon fly patterns. Fishers on the South Fork of the Snake River in both Idaho and Wyoming have used this pattern for a couple of decades to take large migratory cutthroat trout. This pattern is now finding it's way into secret stashes of some of our neighbors. We've not used it but they swear by it - and at it.
.. Brindle & Hen. This popular fly from Northern California locations around Hoopa, Eureka, and Salyer has been modernized by the recent explosion of color in chenille. Similar in form and function to the classic Brindle Bug this fly is not just another pretty face. Tied with a heavy wire under-body it bounces through deep riffles with undulating sex appeal and is hard to resist by submarines parked in the dark spots during mid-day. This is a useful probing fly when tied with no underwire support and the action is leech or eel like. Just the groceries a fresh-run fish is looking for.
.. Bead Head Glitter Nymph. This monstrous cousin to the standard pheasant tail nymph is persistent in the repertory of the big-fish catchers in the neighborhood. It's easy to tie in sizes 4 - 8 and makes an excellent fly for the low clouds and bright overcast days of late September and October. It has nearly replaced the Casual Dress in our box and we don't regret it. Bleached goose biots are becoming rare these days. White will work just fine - or do some yourself.
.. Sinking Hopper. It's just about time for the sheep to call it quits on their hopper box. The feather merchants have run low on their stash and will soon begin touting the flies of fall. Grasshoppers in the high country continue to grow and molt through the first couple of weeks in October. A hard frost will "knock 'em down." A couple of warm days, (even after snow,) will kick some life into them. Drowned, this fly is a nearly irresistible morsel for the big resident trout and a rare treat for the lake run fish of the Madison River.
.. Many of our strangest neighbors use this as a dropper behind a big streamer such as a Woolly Bugger, Egg-sucking Leech, Chamois Leech, or a Brindle & Hen. Common practice is to soak the little dickens in water for a day or two and let the river do your shopping for you. Foam patterns are just too hard to sink - they can be retired now.
.. Dark Spruce Fly. This classic has persisted despite the hawking of "more modern" flies. There are many variants and they seem to be quietly proliferating. We prefer ours tied a bit on the sparse side and choose to use a barred furnace hackle tip of a mahogany color rather than the traditional golden badger hackle.
.. This pattern is old, (1918 - 1919,) and was originally called the Godfrey Special. It was a premier sea-run cutthroat pattern for over half a century. It is still seen along the Madison River, and steelhead streams most everywhere. This is just the tonic for jaded trout around Baker's Hole and the Barns Holes.
.. Furnace & Red. This fly has been a staple for our Fall and Winter fishing since sometime in the late 60's. A couple of dozen were a gift from a fly fisher in Pocatello, Idaho. He may have "invented" it.
.. The name was roughly translated as "BOB'S FLY" - Google shows nothing quite like it by that name. It's a dark fly that is sometimes stripped cross-current at night or in the twilight. It's caught a few big fish. A few of the ancient neighbors here and in I.F. use a similar fly - with different names. (The eyes are Herter's NOS. We have zillions of them and used to think they were important - works just as good without them.)
.. The Little Brown Trout. Dear to the hearts of Montanan's that love our cutthroats. There is a satisfying surge of glee, (it arises somewhere between the epitome and id,) when one of these little flies gets eaten. This old pattern is seen in most fly boxes and is only occasionally used. It is special only in the hearts and minds of ancient neighbors that remember what a glorious bit of water the Snake River was without the scourge of the invasive Brown's. Fish it like the little streamer that it is. Shallow riffles, deep undercut banks, and deep slicks are it's prime hunting ground. Even the Browns will eat it.
.. Stonefly Nymph. They live here. They get dislodged. They float around in the water column and get eaten all year long. Of course they are a Springtime religion, but the trout will eat one that's floating by. Often the older neighbors tell us to "hit 'em in the nose." That's good advice if you know where the noses are.
.. The mundane task of systematically covering a run in the Fall is a bit tedious. It is also rewarding when using any of the many stonefly imitations. Like a dog with a bone, the fish grab it, shake it, and hold onto it with a fierceness like unto a virgin prom queen in the back of an S.U.V.
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.. Baker's Hole Bugger. Straight from Blue Ribbon Flies & Whiskey Creek Fishing comes a fly designed specifically for the water around Baker's Hole. It's a fly that has been "making the rounds" for a few years and shows some staying power. Although supposedly designed "for Brown Trout" the fly is just fine for pricking hungry trout of any stripe.
.. A couple of the neighbors are aficionados of this fly and have already shortened it's name to "Baker's Bugger." They fish it all year long. The fly uses standard Brindle Bug chenille and a two toned tail similar to the Brindle and Hen. These long-tailed buggers have been getting more attention during the last decade. Probably a good reason for that.
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.. P.S. Don't forget your Mouse. Fishing in the park is open until 10:00 PM.

Giant Sea Creatures: Myths, Legends and Sightings

Because what lives beneath, remains a murky mystery to most humans, the existence of unknown giant sea creatures still pervades to this day. It is said that of all the species living under the sea, we only know of about a quarter of them- and most of those live above 500 feet. It is more than possible that giant sea creature sightings have indeed been genuine, though the human tendency to exaggerate or perceive things differently, of course can’t be discounted. Creatures we may have believed to be extinct may still roam the waters. Here are some of the most long-standing legends of the world’s most mysterious sea creatures that still live on today.

“Nessie” The Loch Ness Monster

Loch Ness

Legend

In the largest body of fresh water in Britain, legend has it that “Nessie” the Loch Ness Monster roams the 750 feet waters of Scotland’s Loch Ness. Descriptions of this mysterious creature have varied over time. Long and serpent-like, with humps and a long neck, Nessie travels underwater only revealing herself momentarily to chance onlookers, then submerges back into the deepest depths of this mythical body of water.

The first mention of the Loch Ness Monster came in the 7th century in Adamnan’s Life of St. Columba. According to the story, the beast fled in terror when Saint Columba made the sign of the cross and commanded it to go away. The pagan Picts praised God for the miracle. Also, carvings dating back 1,500 years ago made by ancient inhabitants of the Scottish Highlands, depicted an unidentified sea creature. Nessie is one of the best-known mysteries in cryptozoology and one of the most “seen” unseen creatures of all time.

Sightings

In 1934, the “Surgeon’s Photograph”, taken by Dr. Robert Kenneth Wilson, was considered evidence that the Loch Ness Monster really existed. It was the only photograph to reveal the monster’s head and neck whereas other photographs up to that point were of humps or other unclear disturbances lurking the deep waters. However, in 1994, the picture was reported as being a big hoax. The “creature” was nothing more than a toy submarine with a crafted head and neck attached. Whether or not there really is some enigmatic monster dwelling in the Loch Ness, the myth continues to attract the curious minds of tourists and scientists, awaiting their chance at a glimpse of the Loch Ness Monster.

Kracken

Kracken

Legend

Dwelling off the coast of Norway and Iceland, the Kraken is depicted as a huge sea monster that demolishes boats, snapping men off the deck with its gigantic suction cup tentacles. Kraken legend likely originated from real giant squid sightings in the ocean. Apparently, the real danger for ships was the whirlpool effect (Skagarag) produced as the creature descended back into the ocean, the capacity to drag any size ship down with it. In Scandinavian languages, “kraken” means “unhealthy animal”, but in German, it simply means “octopus”.

Sightings

In 1680, a Kraken was caught in the cleft of a rock near the Norwegian shore, which was one of the first recorded sightings. During the later part of the scientific era, several kraken carcasses were beached within a short time of each other. In 2004, Japanese scientists attracted a giant squid with a baited line while automatic cameras took over 500 photographs of the giant squid. It eventually ripped itself free, leaving behind one of its 18-ft long tentacles. Further investigations in the Antarctic have actually suggested that there could be a specie of squid that grows much larger than even a giant squid. Referred to as the Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni the only proof that bigger does exist has been the large size of the juvenile Mesonychoteuthis hamiltonis they have found. The big adults must be somewhere out there. They have been given the name “colossal squid”.

Sea Serpent

Sea Serpent

Legend

In Norse mythology the sea serpent was said to be so long it encircled the entire world. The belief that huge creatures such as the sea serpent inhabited deep waters was common within the ancient world. In the Old Testament, God kills Leviathan (the serpent/dragon-like opponent), and feeds it to the Hebrews. The sea serpent was described as being 200 feet long and 20 feet wide. In Olaus Magnus’s 1555 work History of Northern Peoples he describes the sea-serpent as follows: “It has ell-long hair hanging from its neck, sharp black scales and flaming red eyes. It attacks vessels, grabs and swallows people, as it lifts itself up like a column from the water”.

Sightings

Sightings of sea serpents have taken place in various parts of Canada and the United States. There were many similarities in the descriptions. The basic description is that the creature was a long, serpent-like with small humps or protrusions running down its back. Also, the sea serpent was seen undulating up and down. This observation has often been dismissed, as a snake can only undulate left and right, due to the design of its spine. Moreover, only mammals swim with an undulating up and down vertical motion, not reptiles. One famous sighting took place in 1941 in Lake Payette, Idaho. More than 30 people witnessed a 35-50 ft sea serpent (Slimy Slim) with a head that resembled that of a snub nosed crocodile.

Ogopogo of Okanagan Lake

Ogopogo

Canada’s most famous water monster, this creature was known to the aboriginal populations as “N’ha-a-itk”, meaning “lake monster” or “lake demon”. The Amerindians accepted its existence as a fact of life, occasionally canoeing to a cave believed to be its home. The cave is under Squally Point near Rattlesnake Island which is offshore from Peachland. The Amerindians would leave food offerings.

Sightings

The first recorded sighting by a Mrs. John Allison in 1872. Another early instance tells of two horses swimming behind a boat that were mysteriously pulled beneath the waves and the owner barely saving himself by cutting the rope attached to the horses. The creature has been filmed a number of times though no absolute conclusions have yet been made. Witnesses say Ogopogo is dark blue, black or brown with a lighter underside and measures between 50-100 feet. There are reported sightings every year.

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LOST FISH

IMAGINE IF YOU WILL how intolerably boring the enterprise of sportfishing would be if we were always assured of success in landing each and every fish hooked. It would certainly, in the long run, truly be unbearable and in fact, by theoretical definition, the endeavor could no longer be called a “sport” as the element of chance, an inherent criteria for any game, will have been removed.

While it is a generally accepted axiom in fishing that luck decreases as a factor determining success or failure as the skill level of the angler increases,  in this brave new world of fisherman egalitarianism advanced skills become unneccesary and luck, either good or bad, no longer plays a role in the outcome. No longer will ten percent of the fisherman catch ninety percent of the fish as both neophyte and expert would equally be assured of unmitigated success. The infinite challenges that angling offers and the knowledge of a lifetime of experience would no longer be of any importance.

There is a famous story told of an angler who dies and goes on to the great river beyond which he is thrilled to discover is full of rising trout. Each and every one of his casts yields a three pound rainbow. They are all takers. The fish fight hard on both dry flies and nymphs and regardless of the presentation they are always willing and able to hook themselves. The first pleasant days turn into monotonous weeks and with each successive landing of an identical trout to the one preceding it, the angler soon realizes that the certainty of each cast in his utopia has all the ironies of a veritable trout purgatory.

One could quite easily argue along the line of reasoning that it is precisely because we do lose fish that we continue to make the journey back to the water, presumably to re-test our skills and attempt to catch that big one that always seem to get away. Ray Bergman, author of TROUT and other short stories that influenced the thoughts of an entire generation of fishermen, once wrote that it was the fish that get away that thrill and inspire us the most and that it is a neccesary good to lose fish once in awhile. Although Ray may be sounding like he (as all fisherman do at some point) may be trying to come to grips with the loss of a few good fish himself, there is certainly some greater truth to be gleaned beyond the simplicity of this statement.

All fisherman are haunted by the memory of a lost fish. It was none other than Theodore Gordon, the puritanical  father of American dry fly fishing, who in his memoirs, bemoaned that every day of his life he saw the head of the largest trout he ever hooked but did not land. For some, long after they may have forgotten what peculiar yet appealing idiosyncrasies allowed them to fall in love with their spouses, or what the name of their first hunting dog was, they will remember that one particular fish that got away. There will be many sleepless nights during which they will pore over the minutiae of events that led to the ultimate demise. WHAT WENT WRONG? For many, although impossible to quantify for obvious reasons, it will most certainly be amongst the last thoughs that flash through their minds before they die.

Sometimes nothing goes wrong yet our efforts are still met with failure. On those rare occasions where we are guilty of no wrongdoings, and through no fault of equipment nor obstacle, we still manage to lose fish. It is an immutable law of nature that big fish get away - that’s how they became big, as goes the old adage. Such are the vagaries of fishing.

It was widely reported, several years ago, that some charter boat angler fishing the famous King salmon run on the Kenai river in Alaska, had hooked a world record sized fish that he fought for nearly thirty-six hours. The news had spread quickly via radio to other charter boats and then to national media affiliates who soon had boats alongside filming the event live where a nation could watch the drama unfold from the comfort of their living rooms. The fish jumped twice for the cameras and all those involved were certain it was an all-tackle record. After a day and a half of give and take, both man and fish at the point of complete exhaustion, the fish surfaced one final time and rolled on its side. The captain of the boat lunged to net it but somehow missed, the hook slipped out of the corner of the fish’s mouth, and the giant fish sank back into the murky depths of the river in front of a national audience. Hero to zero in a nanosecond, depsite the fact it was still a superlative angling effort. No one knows for sure what became of that hapless angler but what we do know is that what may have been a legendary feat in the annals of sportfishing got relegated to a minor footnote in the dustbin of piscatorial ignominy. Now there is not much fairness there. 

Some fish afford such tremendous sport that the memory of an encounter can last a lifetime. The late Lee Wulff, a man whom we all owe a great deal, was said to have vividly remembered until the time of his death more than fifty years later, his first Atlantic salmon and how it changed the course of his entire life. This was the fish that prompted Wulff to embark on a pioneering journey of fishery conservation and it was he that coined the phrase that “a gamefish is too valuable to be caught only once“. His fish was a fresh-run twelve pound hen and it left a lasting impression on him until the day he died. Of course, this was a fish that he actually landed.

And while it is almost certain that a trophy fish well captured makes for a great memory, what about a great fish not captured? Well, that certainly makes for an entirely different memory. The former, the sweet memory of victory, the latter, the bitter residual taste of the vanquished. But as with most things in this world, memory is relative and all is in perception and how we view the proverbial half-glass of water. Success or failure are often the opposite sides of the same coin.

Many anglers, who would probably throttle Bergman if he uttered such heresy to them after they had just lost the fish of a lifetime, will with the many years thereafter distill the experience like fine wine or single malt scotch until the bitterness dissappears with the passage of time. No, it isn’t good to lose fish but it is a small price to pay if it keeps the sport honest and pure. Lost fish provide us with exhiliarating memories, sepia snapshots etched into our minds, that can both haunt and comfort us.

We should always endeavor to cultivate our memories as they encapsulate the long journey of our lives, highlighting the important events and destinations, like waypoints on a roadmap, giving definition and meaning to the things we cherish and hold close to our hearts. We are what we do and our sport and the way we individually approach it is an inner expression of ourselves. In the end, whether the fish was lost or landed is really of no importance at all.  Fishing is a combination of many things and for myself it has always been more about the fishing than the fish. Don’t get me wrong, the fish are a blast too!  But with some age and wisdom, I’m beginning to suspect that in the end, after all the fish of a lifetime have been culled and counted and measured and weighed, it is more about the journey than the destination and how we have acquiesced to the blessed uncertainty of the entire process. ARI VINEBERG  

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“Suh-low”

Yesterday, I was finally able to take my new double hander out to the river. I only had a couple hours but had to get started sometime. I watched the DVD, gone over it in my head, I was ready.

"The most basic moves practiced over and over again become the most advanced moves."

Or something like that.

The first few casts were rough but I got the fly out there, which in the end is all that really matters. Then I slowed things down a bit and started thinking about the different parts of my cast. I worked on my pick up, then my anchor and "D" loop, and a little bit on the forward cast. Occsionally it would all come together and I would send a decent looking cast across toward the other side of the river.

Just as I was about to call it quits and head home to baby I met a guy from Michigan who had came out here to fish for steelhead for ten days.

"Do you fly fish?" I say.
"Yeah, for 18 years."
"Do you spey?"

Dude speys. Watching me cast he gives me some pointers, tells me to slow down. I've heard that about spey casting. "Go slow" they always say. Again he tells me to slow down, "slow on the pick up, slower." Then he shows me what slow is.

His pick up and back cast are in slo-mo, so un-fast that the line seemingly just hangs below the tip-top, barely enough motion to load the rod, back cast into a nice "D" loop then POW!, foward cast and the line lays all the way across the river.

Oh, that slow.

I repeat, "Suh-low" out loud and over and over again as he hands the rod back to me. I pick up and cast, laying the line out there. I slow down some more and cast again and again repeating my new mantra the whole time, "suh-low." It works and already my single spey is improving dramatically.

Thanks dude from Michigan, thanks a bunch.

History:

I have been fishing since the age of six up until I was about 18, I then had a gap of about 14 years before taking up the sport again. My friend Martin was to blame, telling me tales of huge pike he had caught from a secret lake in deepest Kent. His stories were backed up by many photo's of these huge fish.
I got quite interested in pike when I was about 13. I had never deliberately fished for them but had encountered them whilst fishing for other species.
My grandparents lived on a road that ran alongside the river Severn in Shrewsbury. They lived on the opposite side of the road to the actual river itself but were friendly with some neighbours who had a huge house next to the river bank.
I was privileged to be allowed to fish from their garden and there was a purpose made ramp cut out from the 8 foot high, steep bank leading down to the waters edge.
I was fishing one side of an island that split the river just upstream. The head of this island was, and still is a famous barbel hot-spot and to this day you can have fantastic fishing there at the beginning of the season. My fishing though, was exclusive as you could only fish this particular swim from the private garden.
Most of my fishing was legering or swim-feeder and I caught no end of quality chub, roach, perch and dace with the occasional barbel to boot. A barbel was quite rare though as they preferred the faster water at the head of the island.
The fish were amazing quality and I never failed to catch, the river was stuffed with them!
One afternoon I was feeder fishing to the far bank. As I reeled in after a bite-less 15 minutes a pike of about 15 lb's darted out from some streamer weed in the middle of the river and grabbed my feeder!
After shaking it's head a few times it spat it out and submerged back into the weed. From that day on I was fascinated with pike.