The Spin Move

That's my boy. At times I feel bad for the little bugger; he has my full on competitive nature, but at 5 doesn't know how to handle it (at 36 I have my moments too). It is awfully fun to watch him run around on the football field though...I am pretty sure he turned to look back and talk a little trash in that last picture. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

Having some motivation issues. Thought about going tomorrow, but came up with a million reasons not too.  The real reason?  I have zero chance of spotting, stalking and catching anything like this tomorrow.  

That was a bad ass fish Wendy.  And I am already dreaming of spring.  

Wendy Berrell and the micro

Dug up this old Wendy Berrell post while chatting with Mctage. Check it out...

http://fishingandthinking.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html

Wendy tells a far better tale than I, but I stole some of these pics without his permission. He'll forgive me if enough of you check out his blog.






Go check out his tale from 2007. Monster carp on the micro rod...

Wendy's Blog is always a good read.

Waiting with the kids to see Blue Man Group. Looking at pictures. Man what a fish!

Outdoor Blogger Network

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End of season blues

They have sunk in out for me. I have been pretty busy, and with the sun being tired (as Mr. P says) and the water being cold my carping will be reduced to local ponds until spring. It makes me a little (a lot actually) sad. It was a great season.

Most years I am relatively content to tie flies, watch basketball and wait for spring. I usually make a Deschutes run in late winter, but for the most part...I hang out at home. This year, I hope to do more of this.



Feb. blue winged olive red side...not a huge fish, but they are awfully pretty. I am thinking I will do more of this too...



Late fall Clackamas steelhead. I haven't swung flies in a while, but the coho in Alaska woke that desire up again. I am looking forward to some cold, rainy, misty steelhead mornings swinging flies for fish a lot brighter than this one was. I also think I will do some of this...



Sight fishing to bull trout on the Metolius. Personally, I love the boots and think they are a cool fish. It will be good to get reacquainted this winter.

I am hoping for an interesting off season!

No go today

I actually got in the jeep, drove as far as the nearest Starbucks and instead of grabbing coffee and hitting the road, I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes and listened to the radio. Then I drove home and put all of my gear away. Truth be told, I just wanted to hang with the kids and wife. So I did. We ran errands and dinked around the house. I gave both kids baths and carried JJ around on my shoulders. It was a nice day. No fishing, no fly shops.

But, since this is (technically) a fly fishing blog...here are some bass from a few weeks ago. It has to be said...bass are dumb. I fished in the pouring rain with wooly buggers and goofy looking flies and caught a ton of these little suckers. I had one bigger (15 inches?) bass leap and throw the hook, but for the most part all I caught were these little guys. Neat water though...small stream, wadeable, and all the bass were in the tailouts. Pretty neat tromping around a river, flinging flies and catching bass. I plan to do more of this next year now that the kids are relatively proficient with their ultralight spinning rods. The best part of this day...I got hammered by rain. It was awesome. When a guy is geared up properly, waders and jacket on, layers done just right...fishing in the rain rocks.

My season is over

I was fortunate enough to fish with Brian from The Haddis Catch today, and frankly, we agonized over where to go and what to chase. The plethora of options available to an angler in OR in the fall is a little overwhelming. The trout fishing is great, steelhead abound, salmon swim in the rivers, and sea run cuts can be caught near the coast. With all of those options in prime condition...we chose a 50/50 shot at carp instead. It was about what I expected (but not what I talked myself into thinking it would be). We saw some fish, but not in the numbers nor in the locations I usually find the fish. The biggest issue was the weather. Fall is here in OR, and with it comes clouds, and some rain. We fished the bulk of the day with no sun, and a good chunk of the day with dark, ominous clouds. And yes, we got rained on...but we still found some fish.


This bad boy was the first fish we landed but not the first we hooked. She tipped the scales at just over 20 lbs...a great way to end the season! We hooked a total of 7 fish, and landed two. I lost three fish to the weed beds, one to an extremely dull hook, and landed one other fish in the 9-11 lb range. Brian had one solid hookup, but he set the hook one way just as the carp (15 lb range) sprinted the other way...I heard the line snap from thirty feet away.

Despite tough visibility and a rough time actually landing fish, it was a rewarding day. I enjoyed fishing with Brian and we had enough "holy shit did you see that" moments to carry us through. I have to say this too...we saw some absolute monster carp. Brian had the misfortune of snagging a rock as a real bruiser (25-30 lb range) turned to follow his fly. Another three seconds without hooking that rock and Brian would have had something that could pull back.

We closed the day (and my season) fishing in a downpour. A mist came through, the rain fell hard and we squinted into the deluge looking for carp. A fitting way to close things down. How many months until spring?



Check out the size of that tail. Carp are awesome.

I miss carp

Might get one more semi decent outing in...maybe. Water temps are falling fast.

Final thoughts

At heart, I am a carp guy. I like the method, the sight fishing, the heat and sun and shallow water but there is simply no place like Alaska. We haven't managed to screw that place up yet (fight the Pebble Mine!) and Alaska is a treasure.



To see such a place with my dad is well beyond any words I can conjure. I have no pictures to explain what it was like to see him smile, not because of a fish or setting or bear, but because I was smiling. I smiled a lot. I took it in and I exhaled and was not shy in exclaiming or commenting on what was around me. I acted like a kid that I really am, and my dad did the same. You would be hard pressed to find two people more suited to enjoy that experience, and enjoy watching each other enjoy it. I got the impression that a lot of people go to Alaska to use it. We did our best to appreciate it instead. Maybe I am crazy, but it felt right.



When we returned to the lodge on the last day, a feast awaited us all. We sat down to steak and fantastic food...we laughed and looked at pictures and told stories. As dinner ended, my exhausted (but elated) dad went to bed. I looked around at a room full of guides and clients and good conversation and did the right thing. I snuck outside, put on my waders and went to stand in the river one last time. In true storybook fashion, I landed grayling after grayling as the lodge guests started a bonfire that overlooked the river. I stood a few hundred yards away with my boots in the gravel and a fly rod in my hand. I caught grayling as the sun went down and walked back to the lodge with only the light of the campfire as my guide. The trip ended for me there on the river...a size 16 elk haired caddis stuck in the lips of a 19 inch grayling...my feet and legs cold, my fingers wet, my eyes wide open and my heart full.



Thanks for an unforgettable trip dad.