Showing posts with label salmon river ny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label salmon river ny. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The Drought is Over

Swinging flies for lake run fish is rarely a numbers game.  That being said over the years, I've had more successful days than not.  This pattern held true until the fall of 2015.  I think I've fished 7 or 8 days since then with a couple of tugs but no hookups.  It all started in the summer of 2015 when I visited my sister and brother in law in Oregon.  I met up with a virtual online friend and fished for steelhead in mid August for one day.  Neither one of us had even a tug. I recall saying to  my friend that I almost always get a fish back home.  Well from that point onward its been scarce, so much for bragging.  I hadn't changed what I'd been doing and I know I wasn't alone.  The drop in returns of Lake Ontario fish to tributaries, has been well documented.

So the other day my friend Matt and I head to the river and hope for the best.  We fished hard and had a great time.  The few other anglers we talked to said it was slow also.  We only got one fish but it was the largest brown I've swung up on the Salmon.

 
Surveying the river, eager to get going

Two hands needed to get a good grip

 Oh yeah!

Deep sides on this fish



The tub fly free from the hook

Freeze dried fish

 

 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Time well Spent

Every year a group of friends reunites on the banks of New York's Salmon River.  As we get older and hopefully a little wiser these trips become more about our time together and less about how many fish were or were not caught.  This year I'm glad that was the case as fish were hard to come by.  In years past one could pretty much count on 1-3 pulls for 10 hours on the river.  This year it was more like 1-3 pulls for 24 hours on the river.

Instead of being discouraged I found myself doing the only thing I could, enjoying the time with my friends and fishing each run as carefully as I could.

That being said I didn't land a fish, although I did encounter a couple, but I got my ass handed to me, which was fun in and of itself.  The nymphers in our crew fared a little better, but not much.  Unfortunately I wasn't with them when they hooked fish so I didn't get any chrome pics.  Despite the slow fishing many laughs were shared, tales were told, we caught up on each others lives and shared some great meals.

Looking back at our time on the water I can't imagine a better way to spend some quality time with friends. 


Working the run

Cheese




Post lunch riverside siesta

Heading out at first light






Friday, November 28, 2014

My Spey Awakening-Intermittent reinforcement.

My Spey awakening took place slowly over time.  At first I thought it was a ridiculous, unnecessary method of fishing.  Too traditional for my liking.  Launching a fly and swinging it on a tight line high in the water column did not sound like a sound method to catch a steelhead especially in the fast, deep often cold waters that I plied my nymphing technique.  It seemed like a waste of time as my conditioning to bottom bouncing and nymphing was deeply ingrained.  Just about everyone who started fishing the Great Lake tributaries in the 80's or 90's learned to bounce the bottom with split shot and running line.  At first I employed this method but then when I started nymphing with an indicator, I worked the river meticulously, focusing on the deep seams on the inside bends and catching my fair share of fish.
 

As time went on I got tired of loosing all kinds of flies, leaders and split shot as one typically donates a lot to the river bottom fishing in this method.  I remember at the time thinking that someone could mine the river bottom for lead given how much gear was lost on the ledges and rocks. 



My first move towards swinging took place when I got a switch rod.  The one benefit I could not deny was that a two handed rod allowed one to reach water that one could not easily do with a single hand rod given the limited backcast room.  I happily used my switch rod to nymph waters that would have been out of range previously plus the longer rod aided the mending of the line, a bonus.



Little by little myself and my friends started swinging flies.  I don't actually recall how it happened but it did.  Whenever one of us caught a fish on the swing it was worthy of  a little celebration as it was an outlier for us, an achievement.  Looking back I think it was more of an accident than anything else, but it happened just enough to keep us interested.  Many days we would nymph in the morning and then swing flies in the afternoon.  If I recall correctly we ended up catching almost as many fish swinging and enjoying the hell of out of it.  Part of what happened for me was that once you get good at nymphing and know some good seams the challenge and learning curve in that type of fishing diminishes. 


                                                                                                    Photo by Dave Severson

Swinging flies provided a whole new learning experience and one that pulled me in deep.  During this transformation I had to relearn my approach to the water.  I found that good swinging water wasn't always good nymphing water.  Conversely good nymphing water typically didn't make good swinging water.  This concept alone took me a while to truly understand. As I finally made the leap to swinging flies full time in my pursuits of steelhead I became to really appreciate the challenge of enticing a fish to take my fly.  The process was active on my part.  I needed to be able to read the water well, to picture what the surface currents divined about the river bottom.  Then I had to pick the correct tip, properly position myself above the designated spot, make the correct cast and mend, if needed, to get the fly to move properly through that water at the right speed and depth.  It required a much more active involvement on my part.  Each section of water required one to properly read the water and formulate a plan of attack.  The challenge was full of nuance and one that changed with every visit.  After a few years the most important part of the process came down to the feel of the swing.  When every thing was right, my fly had just the right speed as it moved through the water and when this happened regularly so did the number of hookups that I got.  The process made me feel more fully engaged in the process of fishing and in full hunt mode on the river as my flies plied each bucket and run.  I had undergone a full transformation and was no longer interested in nymphing for steelhead.  If I couldn't get them on the swing I didn't want to get them any other way. 

 

In psychology there is the concept of intermittent reinforcement. When I heard about it, it made me think of spey fishing.  Intermittent reinforcement is when rewards (in this case steelhead) are handed out or enforced inconsistently and occasionally (when you get a hit often after hours of fishing). This usually encourages the person to keep pushing (fishing) until they get what they want (another take) without changing their own behavior (still swinging flies).  I believe this is the reason for the moniker "the tug is the drug" that is well known in spey fishing circles. 




As I have been only spey fishing for steelhead for at least 7 years now I find myself enjoying my fishing time more than ever, the challenge remains ever present as with each season the river changes subtly in ways that I was never aware of as a nympher.  Each season I relearn the river anew. Each trip presents different water flows and water temps that force me to be conscious of my position in the river, my casts, mends, which tip I have on, what type of fly I am using and the all important feel of the swing.

 

I have to say that I am constantly amazed that this method works as well as it does.  I love the challenge.   The river rarely gives anyone anything.  One has to go out there and earn it.  With spey fishing the never ending layers of learning that this method provides will allow me many years of enjoyment that I eagerly look forward to.










Friday, November 21, 2014

The First Snow, A Side Trip

I'm interrupting the tribe series to post about a recent weekend of swinging flies. A group of friends made our annual excursion northward to the shores of the Great Lakes to chase steelhead.  The company was excellent and it turned out to be a much needed break from my recent busy stressful work life.  We fished hard each day, ate well, got plenty of outside time and slept early each night. Fish were caught, time slowed down and life became simpler at least for one weekend. My batteries were recharged and I get to relive my time via the pictures that I took.  They don't sum up the entire weekend or even accurately represent what took place, but they are another form of fishing; fishing for images.  Every time I'm on the water I fishing for fish and images, for me it makes it a rich time. 




















Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Revisits


 Here it is trout season is officially open yet this  year it will be a little bit before it's worth hitting it hard. The rivers are all high, cold and chocolate.  Not the conditions that I'm looking forward to.  So to keep me excited I've been going through some old photos thinking about warmer days. 



 


Friday, February 21, 2014

It Ain't Easy


Made another trip northwestward to try to entice some fish to chase my swung flies with a couple of buds the other day.  We had a stretch of river in mind and found ourselves firmly planted there for the entire day.  While we were after fish we found ourselves surrounded by more than just fish.  We saw a pair of eagles chasing each other just down river, dozens of ducks, mostly Buffleheads flew up and down the river throughout the day, heard chickadees singing in the woods off and on.  The net effect was that we felt like we were in a little cocoon on the river which wasn't pierced by any others for the entire day, a real treat on such a fished river.  The fishing was typical winter steel-heading in cold water.  One had to be prepared for the weather and water conditions and to play the odds fish wise.  It pays big to be persistent, to work the run repeatedly, and to stay positive.  The rewards weren't easy to come but the rewards were there to be had. 
                     Geoff holds a small brown and proves that he isn't just a hand model anymore.

  
                                                           The results of a perfect hookset



                    
                 I like the effect of this one, too bad the head of the fly was so big in it's mouth.


                                                            My buddy Matt working the run