Thursday, August 30, 2007

It's never too late.

From today's PI
The pink salmon finally showed up in their usual north Sound spots, with large catches now in the Mukilteo-Edmonds area and good catches being reported along the beaches on the west side of Whidbey Island. They're also still thick off Sekiu in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and scattered from there inside all the way to the mouth of the Puyallup River

Load the Slough Buggy, warm up the FTL and program the following coordinates into the launcher...

The Launcher

Pink Salmon On The Run

Pink In The Net

Monday, August 27, 2007

Bob Jacklin's Fish of a Lifetime

Last summer Bob Jacklin and this fish were big news on all the fly fishing blogs and bulletin boards. Lots of folks were distraught that 'ol Bob didn't release it. That's right he killed it and had it mounted. Its been a year so I hope that all the hippies, PETA freaks, and weekend warriors who got upset are over it by now.
Thanks to Fly Fish Yellowstone for the heads up on the recent availability of this video.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Flats Buggy Sails Again

Banks Lake Carp Flats

Nothing more than a glorified barge the Flats Buggy performs its duties flawlessly. When it comes to hauling my cooler, camera and a spare rod nothing beats the Buggy. As it turns out there wasn't much else to take a pic of, brutal day on the flats.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Middle Fork

Middle Fork Snoqualmie

Me and Ken hiked up the Middle Fork the other day to do some small stream fishing. The forks of the Snoqualmie, like so many other headwaters on the Western Slope of the Cascades, are small trout waters. Up there a 14 inch fish is a lunker, a 16 incher would be a trophy catch. We only managed a bunch of dinks , a few went 8 inches, cutts and rainbows. Slogging streamers on the beach for tardy salmon can be tiresome so it was nice to fish dry flies on moving water for a change.

In other news Pete over at Fishing Jones is running a writing contest. Inspired by only six words from Papa Hemingway its a simple affair and should yield some intersting, albeit short, stories. Give it a swirl.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Brown Trout Lake Redux

Big Brown Trout

'ol Sven and I rolled into camp just before sunset. Sven stayed in the truck whilst I chased all the snakes out of the campsite. Sven "don't cotton to no snakes." While drivin the last snake out of camp, an especially tenacious bull rattler, I heard a flushing sound. I looked up just in time to see a bowling ball sized void in the lake's surface. The void was in the center of large swirl which was itself in the center of an expanding circle of waves. Then with a loud burp the hole quickly filled with water. Sven saw it too, then he asked me if all the snakes were gone and if it was safe to get out of the truck.
We raised camp in no time. Set the fire, opened bottles and kicked back in less time yet. Then me and Sven spent the rest of the evening pontificating life, the universe and the meaning of the flush and swirl of big fishes.
The next morning we skipped breakfast, opting for an early start. I was on the water at the crack of 0930hrs. You just wouldn't believe how crisp the air is that early in the morning. Sven got out there even earlier than I did.
I spent the next four or five hours throwing the wrong flies, losing the right flies, and spooking rising fish. In short, I fished like an asshole.
Sven had a stellar day. Even calculating for the usual BS Sven had outfished me 4 to one. Surely there is a first time for everything.
The wind came up early in the afternoon prompting both of us to take a break for the rest of the day.
Evening comes early to the bottom land of Brown Trout Valley. The entire lake was in shadow by 7:00pm. We fished the evening hatch. Sven stuck with the dry flies and caught himself another "easy dozen." I trolled a streamer around the middle of the main lake and picked up a couple of fat rainbows.
Beer, fire, food, more beer and fire and eventually retirement to the fartsack.
Then the frogs began. Its a nice sound, an organic sort of white noise that a body can fall asleep to. Thousands, nay hundreds of thousands of frogs creating a cacophony of croaks.
At midnight a full moon rose over the eastern hills. The cliffs on the west side of the valley were awash in the proverbial pale moon light. Venus rose too. The whole scene was astronomical to say the least.
I lay in my cot with the bright moon shining through the tent door listening to the song of a million horned up toads. Seemingly an idyllic setting that one would like to find himself in at the end of every day.
At some very precise point in time every bird in the forest thought that the full moon was the rising sun. They sung their little hearts out accordingly, all at once, nonstop until morning. All those birds must have been real confused when the real sun rose over the mountain.
More fish, beer, fire, etc.
Packing up camp, return of the bull rattler. Little snakes will try to bite you in the leg, BIG snakes go for the tail swipe/leg sweep. BIG snakes want to bring you down to their level, then bite you in the nose. This was a BIG snake and he took me down quick. Thankfully Sven, who had posted himself on top of his truck cold beer and Ruger 10/22 in hand sniped that snake mid strike. "I don't cotton to no snakes!" said Sven as the now dead viper fell two inches from my nose. Buisness as usual for outdoorsman of our caliber.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Fish Story

"Native trout are returning to America's rivers and streams, thanks to new thinking by scientists and conservationists"

Via Midcurrent News an article from about native trout and wild trout fisheries. Lots of words and very few pictures yet still definitely worth reading.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Native Trout Files: Coastal Cutthroat

Sea Run Cutthroat

Patrolling the beaches and estuaries of the Puget Sound Oncorhynchus clarki clarki exists at the fringes of the ecosystem. Competing directly with Pacific salmon and steelhead the sea run cutt lives on the edge of what is considered suitable habitat for salmonids. Spawning occurs in the smallest streams and thinnest headwaters. Once hatched the young cutthroat are forced into marginally productive nursery waters by its larger cousins. Coastal cutthroat fill what must be the smallest and least fertile niche in the coldwater ecosystem. Not just enduring but thriving, benefiting from mandatory catch & release regulations and providing a great fishery for Puget Sound area fly fishers.

Friday, August 10, 2007

A Bad Pink Habit

Pink Salmon From The Beach

Humble, gracious, saintly; the pink salmon is truly the Mother Theresa of the salmons.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Your 4 seconds of fame are up.

This was supposed to be a snapshot but our friend Snapdad was having technical difficulties. Crank the volume and you'll completely understand.
Anyhoo... here's Asshooked with a salmon from the beach.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007


Two pinks and a cutthroat! First pinks of the '07 run for yours truly.

Monday, August 06, 2007

They're there...

It's official, as per Jon Aqui the pink salmon are in. It looks as if Browns Point is the place to be to intercept a large portion of the
3.3 million Puget Sound humpies that are vectoring in on the Puyallup River.
Don't forget that there's coho out there too! Get to your local beach and drown some flies. Let us know how you do.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Ideations of Doom

It finally happened, our pal and close personal friend Thee Orignoo Trouthole has left the building. Had a break, gone nuts, is cukoo for coco puffs, off the reservation, bonkers, daft, crazy or whatever. I've always suspected it now I know for sure, Thee Ass Hooked Whitey is mad.

Getting Close

Looks like the humpies are starting to trickle in down around Browns Point. Those fish had to swim by Seattle to get there so there should be some pink action around here. Right?

Stay tuned to this fly fishing blog for the latest in pink salmon action.