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Washington Steelhead Trip: High Water Week


It has been about a month since our Annual Steelhead Trip has come and gone. The trip was once again a success for anglers that made the long journey to the Pacific Northwest in search of Wild Steelhead.

Shiny One

Shiny One

Of course the weather was there to greet us with open arms as our commuter flight got tossed in high winds flying to Forks. What had lined up to be perfect timing was again thrown by the wayside when another front pushed in and dropped another round of heavy rain. Go figure I had spent weeks worrying about low water and bam all at once. The weather curse had found me once again. We had a new face in the group this year, Derrick BlackardDerrick_Bogy_Buck from CO joined us for a week of shenanigans and was able to put some steel on the bank. It is nice to introduce new people to the OP and see their different reactions. The deep green mossy forests are something you will never forget, truly a special place.

Despite another tough year weather wise the steelhead graced us with their presence and allowed us to catch a few in the high water. We saw Sasquatch clearing a tree off the road on the Upper Bogy and then again swinging at the Red House Hole. Regardless of the conditions we all had a good time, shooting guns, using chainsaws, drinking whiskey and catching the occasional Steelhead. And if you cannot have fun doing that. Well, I am sorry.



Roosterfishing: Fly Fishing La Paz Mexico


That wave of hot air hits you like a blow dryer in front of the sun. It is a dry heat. the land a covered with cactus and mountains of brown earth. As you drive along the winding roads north of Cabo a deep blue from The Sea Of Cortez appears on the distant horizon. You are in Baja,.

cactusThe 4:30 wake up call was like a tequila bottle hitting you over the head. Our blood shot eyes scrambled in and out of a daze trying to grab our gear before the 5am departure. Heartburn instantly sets in after the first sip of coffee and you wonder what they put in those margaritas. Generally after two margaritas hallucinations do not set in. sticker

The van door opens to a beach full of Pangas and a faint grey sky. The air is cool and dry. Once on the boat your captain motors towards the point and heads north. The bait is north. A burning red sun rises on the east horizon as the salty air fills you lungs. The occasional wave of nausea rumbles your gut when a plume of gasoline fumes hit your nose. But, the hangover is getting better.


The bait mafia pull up to your boat and throw a couple of buckets of sardinas in the front well of our Panga. Many words are exchanged between the two boat captains non of which we understand. We just hand over a 20 and motor off. The sun is hot now. Sweat full of sunscreen and poison rolls of your brow and into your eyes instantly stinging them.

The Captain turn off the motor about 200′ from the rocky shore and chucks a few sardinas towards the shore. You peel off as much line as you can throw and make a few false casts to stretch your line. The steady rocking of the boat takes a minute to get used to. Another wave of nausea hits, this time from the heat and the rocking motion. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Splash a combs appears off the beach, then another. Sardinas are scrambling during the chase trying to our swim the Roosterfish that is chasing it. The comb is cutting across the surface never in the same direction for more than a second. Back and forth, near and far. So fast. Its incredible.

The line shoots off the deck into the slashing roosters. As soon as the line hits the water you begin to retrieve line with both hands trying to imitate a fleeing sardina. The comb turns and chases your fly. Faster and faster your strip. “He’s on it He’s on it…eat it eat it you bastard.” Refusal.
That’s how we started our 6 day fishing adventure to La Paz Mexico. An incredible place with one of the coolest blue water fisheries I may ever see. The Rooster fish are as cool as they look, but on top of that you can catch, jacks, bonito, dorado, lady fish, trevally, reef fish, marlin.. Just to name a few.  Some of the pickiest fish as well. at least when we were there. If the fly had too much flash it was denied, green back instead of a black back, refusal, fly is too long, out of luck. We finally got it dialed in after a couple days thanks to Jeff Brazda and Rick Matney spinning bugs in the hotel room after fishing. A trip worth putting on the bucket list for sure.



Streamer Junkie: Bye Bye Bobber

I made an executive decision last week while trying to be a purist. I watched my Adams float along the surface of the river, raising and dipping over each slow riffle. Oh how it would be so cool if a trout decided to come sip this tiny bug off the surface. Then I realized – That’s not gonna happen.

This Is A Barn

It was about 11:30 and we had until 1pm to fish about a mile of river that is full of whiteys and from what we were told “25-26 inch brown trout and a kid hooked a cutbow that was approx 33 inches”
I felt like calling BS on the cutbow comment but who am I to call a guy a liar. I knew that there were big browns in this river and big rainbows as well. But, last time I had fished this water I had to sort thru whitey to find spots. In fact Dave Tepper has a picture of me, somewhere on a hard drive, holding a legit 23-24″ cutbow from this particular river. Of course he never sent the picture to me.

This Is A Cut Bow. This Happens When A Rainbow Trout And A Cutthroat Trout Get Busy In The Gravel.

So time is ticking, The Rattle Snake is bobber fishing a beautiful hole with a worm, of course he has a worm on, trailed by an rs2 or something of that nature. Bobber fishing, as much as I love it, has lost its lust with me. Don’t get me wrong I will still stare at the goat-nut when it is needed but lately I am into stripping streamers. This is what I like-
– One Box
– 2 spools of tippet (0x-1x)
– short leader
– ugly casts
– aggressive fish
– fish all types of water

A Black Sculpzilla was trailed but a Natural Slumpbuster and it was moving with a little strip, strip, twitch motion downstream. The first fish chased it to the bank where I paused the fly. The fish inhaled the slump buster and darted back into the current. I yelled at the Rattle Snake “cut that f*@king bobber off and start ripping streamers like a man.”

This Is A Hay Barn On The River. We Caught Fish In That Riffle.

My streamer box was looking a bit weak and my tippet scenario was about the same. I had left my 0x and 1x in my boat bag which was in the truck and 3x was my go to. Not a problem I thought, until what looked like a cross between an alligator and a steelhead boiled on my fly and chewed it off instantly. Shit

That’ll Do

We ended up fishing roughly 3/4 of a mile ripping meat the entire time. We legitimately turned over 75 fish easily and landed about a 1/4 of them. Some which were little dinks and others in the 18-20″ class. The Rattle Snake knocked one off the line with the net that was pushing the upper 20’s and we hooked multiple fish the same size that never made it to the net.

This is my rig. What does yours look like?

(16-18″ 0x-1x tippet) (5 – 6 foot heavy leader)
slump buster sculpzilla

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Enter To Win: Firehole Ranch Fishing Sweepstakes

Just saw this over on the ORVIS learning center. Pretty sweet deal for a couple lucky anglers. A trip for 2 to Fire Hole Ranch in Montana. Booyah, I just entered. Pretty simple just give them your email and you are entered. Best of luck to all you that enter the sweepstakes. I will be thinking of you when I get picked and am sitting on the lodge deck with a cold beer taking in the scenery.
I have no idea who this is but he sure is happy

Naples Florida Fly Fishing: Tarpon

“Jeff you have a fish 10 o’clock laid up underneath that mangrove. you see it?” “no.. oh wait which way is it facing?” It was a falling tide and the flats fishing had died off so we hit the back country before motoring in for the day. The fish was laid up tight to the mangroves under the over hanging leaves. It was going to be a tough shot. Braz picked up the line and placed it too far behind the fish. “your behind him” mark said ” pick it up and throw it to your left.” “too far left, it is a tough cast.” Brazda picked up the line and plopped it under the leaves on top of the fish. ” get that out of there before the line touches its back and spooks him.” Braz made a few big strips and this is what happened.

The Hookset

The Rising

The Spit

The Finish

The Cursing

We finished out the day poling the last two bays and headed North towards the marina. It had been a great day. The morning was a bit more successful.. stay tuned. Right now we are drinking rum and going snook fishing under the lights. Don’t discriminate. That sheeeet is fun.