First time at the SR

A lot of you don’t know me so a quick introduction – My name is Sam and although I didn’t go to Bates (went to Bowdoin), I have had the fortune of fishing with Keith Lane and several BFC members over the last couple of years. I thought I’d write a recap/observations about my time on the salmon river in Pulaski. Ive done a good amount of saltwater fishing, but my prior freshwater fishing experience has pretty much consisted of trying to win my town fishing derby when I was in elementary school, where a 20 inch pickerel was usually the fish of the day. I have talked about doing one of these steele trips for 2+ years, and when Keith said he was heading to Pulaski I didn’t think twice about driving 370 miles from Baltimore.
After checking out the scene on Friday night, we woke up about 3 hours later to get me a license and hit the SR. We rolled in about 30 minutes before first light and we wander through the woods to claim our spot for when fishing legally begins at first light. When the sun rose, this is what we were dealing with….

The number of people there by first light was mind blowing…literally a person every 3 yards on either side, coupled with boats and other fishermen 30 yards across on the other side. The fishing also looked crazy, big salmon busting out of the water. A moldy half dead salmon crashed into my leg and startled me– these were apparently everywhere at this point in the run (I had no idea).
It was a rough morning – Keith snapped his rod, I lost a glove, and some people decided they would stand behind us and cast over us. Even though fish were there, our first spot was too crowded to fish. We hiked around and drove to a different spot but the whole morning was pretty uneventful. We needed to get back into the fish.
We ended up waiting for a spot a bit upstream from the bridge where there seemed to be a bit of action. All salmon though. One fisherman said “a steelhead was caught Wednesday.” Not encouraging for the steele outlook, but at this point we wanted action. We worked ourselves in when someone left and BOOM-keith gets a fish on. It is Steele.

I was pumped to see the steele. Shortly, I got my turn to do battle. A fish hit and as it ran to the other side of the river, half of my rod (keith’s rod actually) detached and fell in the water. I knew steele were hard to land, but it became a lot more important because if the fish broke off we’d most likely say bye to the rod. Luckily, the fish ran a bit back towards me and we brought in the rod and the fish.

I don’t know how keith does it, but he seems to defy the odds catching steele while everyone else was catching salmon. From that point on, the fishing was pretty solid. Keith landed another steele a nice salmon, and a brown while I had the experience of getting manhandled by a large fish that made me chase after it but got in the current and wasn’t going to be stopped.
Quick recap of Sunday - Along a row of 10 people near me, I’d say 25 fish were hooked in the first hour and a half of sunlight, and the majority of those were hooked by keith. The fish liked the chartreuse. However, our ratio fell dramatically from day 1…I don’t think I landed a fish all day personally but had some good battles.
I came for 2 things (1) land a steele, and (2) get abused by a fish…both of those things happened. Pumped to do it again.

NC Fishing Report

Brown Town

One of the largest lakes in the lower 48 with no road access lies within Yellowstone. A flat 5 mile hike through lodgepole pine forest gets you to the Eastern shore, the outlet, and a pretty wild view of 8,000 acres of water and rolling hills in all directions. These are the headwaters for one of Yellowstone’s many prize trout streams and a spawning haven for dirty German bruisers.

Although this place can be crowded when the fish are in thick, Luke and I were mostly alone in an unbelievable setting. The few people who did pass through did not stay long as they had little luck and were convinced that fish right out of the lake, charging each other, andjockeying for position over spawning beds would not eat a fly. We assured them that this was an astute observation and indeed true as they continued on down the path.

Fishing was slow, extremely tricky, and frustrating but we managed a handful of takes over 2 days between the two of us on streamers and eggy stuff bounced along the bottom through pods of fighting fish over redds. The last fish landed was 23”, largest brown of the year so far.

Possibly, in a few short weeks they’ll be settled down, mellowed out, and just maybe…get real hungry. We will not be camping again however, the flyvest thermometer was bottomed out at 20 degrees until 9am (no night fishing) and its only gettin colder.

Luke's Laker

Silver Creek, Idaho

"There comes a time in the life journey of a fly fisher when the soul needs testing as much as the mind. The skills of casting, reading water, fly selection, and presentation have been honed to fine edges. Countless giants have been caught and released. The motivation that carries an angler from river to stream no longer involves mere numbers or goals.

Place becomes as important as pounds. The combination of immaculate stream with fabled fish, awe-inspiring scenery and classic hatches commands the angler's quest. Ultimately it brings him to Silver Creek, Idaho's quintessential river of dreams" -Ken Retallic and Rocky Barker

Fortunately for us, this intimidating prerequisite for Silver Creek didn't entirely hold true as almost every fish in the public stretch was sipping blue winged olive's with reckless abandon and didn't give a damn about our presentation skills not honed to fine edges. One of the most prolific mayfly hatches i've ever seen. 15 or so fish were netted, rainbows approaching 30 inches were seen. Quite the place...

Worms anyone?

This one's for you, Captain.

30K We Passed Today

Let it be known to all those who have experienced Solid Hookups for the last several years that as of this morning the Blog has surpassed the 30,000 hits mark! The legend lives on.....