We spent the last two days primarily looking for big rainbows...in Alaska that means hunting for a thirty incher. We fished a couple of big, tough rivers...heavy currents and egg patterns or huge leeches fished deep. We caught some nice fish, but no real monsters. About half way through the second day we found a group of coho and focussed in those fish for a while. My dad landed 4-5 and I got ten or so before we had worn that group out. Tired of slinging lead, I switched up to a dry fly and caught a million grayling up to 19 inches. The grayling fishing is simply incredible and everyone up here virtually ignores them. I can't begin to guess how many grayling I have caught this week, all on a size 16 elk haired caddis.
My dad was tired, and we had some time left in the day so our guide Dwayne took us up into a huge lake for a boat ride and to see the scenery. We spotted two grizzlies and then pulled I to a shallow bay and saw a bunch of small pike milling around. This was a big surprise but we took advantage of it and my dad caught his first pike on the fly. I caught a few as well and then spotted a huge pike. I directed my dad to the fish and he ran his black leech by it a few times, then I took a shot with the pink and managed to land a 42 inch monster pike. Huge fish, it was so fat I could barely lift it out of the water (disclaimer, my arm is shot from fighting fish and slinging lead).
One day left...hoping to head to the coast to chase my dad's favorite fish.