Last weekend when Dad and I hit the water a friend of mine managed to sneak out for a few hours on a river just northwest of where we were fishing. He arrived mid day and fished for three hours, most of which were completely fishless. Suddenly he noticed a few large suckers on a gravel bar and shortly thereafter a pool filled with beefy Brook Trout jockeying for position in a slow run. He was witnessing the start of the fabled Sucker Spawn and he proceeded to land one after another.
Throughout the week I had difficulty not thinking about it. Friday came around and I was offered an opportunity to check it out for myself.
I arrived around 6:30am to a heavy mix of rain and snow; no other vehicles in site. With no competition for slots on the river, I fished my way downstream toward the gravel bar where the suckers had been a few days prior.
I stung zero fish in the first hour as I closed in on the spot. As I walked the high bank leading up to the gravel bar I tossed on the Costas and peered down at the shallow gravel area. Thirty or more large suckers darted around attempting to seal the deal on their annual spring ritual....game on.
If you are a Steelhead fisherman then you could have gained a great appreciation for the way I attacked the water behind the spawning Suckers on the gravel. Several drifts in the first run and I was tight.
The fish kept coming...
Of the roughly two dozen fish that came to net, not a single fish was under two pounds. The icing on the cake came in the final hour as I coerced the largest Brook Trout of my career to the bank. Still smiling about this 4lb 5oz 22.5" behemoth.