The Return to the Oasis - Day 1

4:00am any other day is a fine time to get up to go fishing but today it’s feeling early. Work was busy the night before, so I got home later than usual. I had to tie some flies just in case. Yes, I am well aware that I probably won't have a need for them or ever fish them but you never know. It has also been a great way to unwind after work. Its not like I can get home at midnight and go right to sleep with the night fast paced energy still going. The average guy who works 9-5 goes to bed after the evening news, five hours later…oh, and sleeps for 8, Wow, I am sleep deprived. I have a tendency to get involved when I tie, often I find myself tying something completely irrelevant to the original plan and before you know it, its 3:00 am. … The alarm goes off at 4:00am. So there I was, awake with one hour of "not really falling all the way asleep" sleep. Tired and anxious to get on the water I made it to the rendezvous, the front porch : ) The boys arrived bright-eyed and bushy tail… right… everyone was late, very normal for these two., LOL. By the time we all piled in and loaded the gear it looked like we just bought a small fly shop.

The open road felt good despite the lack of sleep. Arriving in town, we found our dive hotel, grabbed a few fishing licenses, debated on buying Matt a funny t-shirt, got gas, Red bulls and coffee. Matt is home studying for a school exam, poor Matt but smart Matt, Nick wanted to get him a souvenir and Nate and I agreed. The water was still an hour away. The drive seems like your in the middle of nowhere, maybe its because it actually is. The jagged mountains created a brilliant backdrop for the sunrise; the sky is long, open and unpolluted filled with colorful clouds that even an artist couldn't paint. It was a peaceful feeling think of fish and gazing at nature, the type of feeling that made the hair on your arm stand up. Looking across the flat plains you noticed small groups of trees. It was obvious that they were strong and has weathered timeless windy days and brutal winters. But the sky is what really caught my attention; it said a thousand words in one glance.

Gearing up on the river you couldn't help but feel the energy, we were stoked. Now we needed to unload the shop and shuttle the vehicles. This trip requires two cars. There was supposed to be four but Matt couldn't go, school thing. Someone had to drive along one way. Unloading the pontoon boats was rather easy, rigging three rods each was rather time consuming but we managed it. The day felt great, then two cars show up, clients out and guides unloading the boats. Great…. that's the second boat I have seen head down before us. This particular areas has very few fish, might not be a good thing for us. On the water excitement was flowing at full bore. We were all throwing streamers with furry. Cast after cast, strip after strip, we hit every bank, nook, cranny, shelf, hole and run that we could see. Four hours later the fish tally was at…a whopping 0, nothing, nada, zilch and that Italian name that I can't pronounce. It was amazing… simply amazing. But he scenery was nothing short of spectacular. Bald and Golden Eagles could be seen through out the day. Hawks, Owls and other birds were out and about.

After another few hours we all met up at the bend. Nate had gotten a few smaller guys on sippers and Nick and I had nothing, no tugs. Nate had thought that he saw something "red" down the river. So we shoved off and headed towards the sighting. As I walked up I noticed two red fish swimming around, it seemed as if they were playing "tag". I made a few casts, nothing, made a few more, nothing. Changed flies and hooked into a fish, finally. He jumped out of the water and you could clearly see this crazy looking red fish, with the fly in the corner pocket I might add. Well, there as a wall of rocks poking out, as the fish came closer he went right for the rocks, just like they always do. I did what any idiot that hadn't caught anything all day would do, I got anxious and tried to yank him over the rocks. That wasn't such a good idea. The fly came ripping back at me, fish off. I was shocked and then remembered they have soft mouths… that's the excuse I am using on that one, really I should have had more patients and landed him in the slow waster right in front of me. Waking to the rock wall you could see a dozen of them. We all threw at them; I had no luck and walked away in frustration. Nick finally picked one up, a beauty Kokanee Salmon (freshwater). Nate got into them as well. I re-rigged at the boat and then walked down stream… and back up. Went back to the spot where Nick and Nate were but I had no success. We pushed on in hopes of Rainbows.

To our surprise by the end of the day the numbers were shocking… less than a few fish. We pushed out in the dark, hungry and tired we made it back to town. What we found was that the entire town was shut down. No place to eat but the local gas station. The pickings were slim; this was not your city corner store with all the goodies. This was very, very disappointing to say the least. We made due with less than par microwave food. I grabbed a few Hot "not really food" Pockets that sucked, should have snagged twenty Snickers bars, at least they satisfy. It was pretty funny though, by this time I was loopy from being sleep deprived and tired from making 300.2 casts : ) Tomorrow is a new day.

El Sculpito - A.K.A Cheech's Articulated Sculpin

I am not exactly sure how it all started or why but for some reason I was on this streamer thing. I have a few trips coming up to a few choice areas that I will be tossing streamers, so I jumped in head first like any normal lunatic. Research lead to more research, pages mounted to hundreds. The more I read the more I kept going back to Mr. Galloup's theories, I was fascinated with Kelly Galloup's ideas, patterns and his willingness to think outside the box. It appeared to me that his patterns are very methodically thought out, perhaps years of creative testing. The book Modern Streamers for Trophy Trout by Bob Linsenman and Kelly Galoup caught my attention. Never have I been so determined to read and re-read this book, nor has any fishing tactic book been able to keep my attention. After studying my notes I compiled all my research together, to figure out what it is that I am after. With all these poorly written notes I don't know how anyone could make out a word but in the end I came to a few conclusions. First I want it to be big and ugly and second the action needs to be constant, sink on the strip and lift on the slack, lastly the colors, hummmm what to do....

I debated all this for... around two minutes before I called Cheech with the good news. The good news is that Cheech gets to tie a bunch of streamers; I like having a creative tier on speed dial. We discussed a few things and met at the shop to get the supplies. After a few dozen emails, a few photos of Sculpins, more photos of patterns, and a couple tutorials on different techniques for spinning hair, the moment had come. Cheech was off to lock himself in his dungeon and start tying. The good thing about Cheech is that he has massive ADD, so one pattern turns into something else and then something totally off the wall is produced in a few wacky colors, before you know it there is a fewundred to play around with and I know that there won't be two of the same flies. That works out great with my ADD, I like the challenge of narrowing it all down.

Cheech called…Finally it been like two entire days. "I got the fly's meet me at the shop". To my surprise there was 4-5 dozen streamers, all a bit different. It was like three Christmas's at once. I made the call to Nick, I got the proto's lets hit the Weber to see what happens. As the story goes there was some great fish caught. I watched the Brown leave cover and follow it through the shallows; it out ran the fly and then to my amazement hit it for the side, t-bone style, amazing, simply amazing. Watching the fish the entire time was exactly what I was looking for. The research was paying off and I felt good about wasting a few weeks tinkering with ideas. The full sinking line with a short stout leader worked best for me, along with Cheech's new Articulated El-Sculpito.

More info on El-Sculpito can be found on Cheech's Blog
Photo of fly by Cheech
Link...I tie, therefore I am

Back to Football Creek

I have always enjoyed this special place... this particular day happened to be a holiday and boy was it crowded, really unbelievable. Oh, well we still got into fish. Tested some bugs, first hole it went two-for-two, and watched Curtis hook a football on top.

Stillwater Sight Fishing

Nick and I decided to stop on and check a spot before we headed to the river. We had no expectations, just a random act. What we found was an empty lake, zero wind and oh, the glass. So we rigged up and set off for the trek to the back side. Now at first glance it would appear that you can just walk the edge of the shoreline, as usual. The shoreline was covered in what appeared to look like hundreds of small Grey mossy brain-head corral looking dry moon's. It also appeared that you could just walk on these sponge looking things, however we grossly underestimated these things. Under it is mud, deeper than you ever want mud. The kind of mud that you need to keep a fast pace through or you'll sink forever mud, absolutely no stopping. We made it, finally covered head to toed in mud, I think we both fell... a few times. SO, there we are 11 inches taller covered in mud laughing uncontrollably. We were tired and we were more excited to fish. The mud adhered to the dry grass each step, it would also stick to my boots each step. Now hardened, we scraped layers of Earth off our boots, packs any anything else exposed... all while rigging up of course.

Here is my problem, every time I spend hours and hours tying. I really like it, it keeps me out of trouble. But every time I arrive to the water the next morning I use something entirely different. Oh the struggle : ) So the standard what are you going to use comes out and the discussion of floating or sinking lines and weighted, bead-head or unweighted flies is toss around. I chose a full sinking line with an unweighted Red Krystal Killer, the old timer fly. Nick chose a sink tip and a bead head Red Krystal killer.... Lock and load...

After Pounding the bank for a few minutes I decided to take advantage of the low lake and climb up to a higher vantage point. It about 20 or 30 feet difference. At the top I turned around to find fish cruising the shore. At water level everything looks the same. The sipping Trout barely make a surface disturbance and are often overlooked. From my view I can see many fish cruising the foam line. They were staggered down the entire shoreline. He he he he... So we spent the entire day walking the shoreline spotting for each other. Some of the takes were quite amazing. With the Red fly you could see the entire event unfold. A few times the flies were on the surface and the fish would jump out of the to attack it. Who knows how many fish were caught, almost everyone of them was spotted and stalked. One would call out the fish to the other and we traded of running and down the muddy embankment. It was a workout for sure but wroth every step.




I returned there again with Scott and we got them on top this time. Sipping dries, sight fishing at its finest. But this time we walked around the mud field.

Oh the Provo ....

Hit the Mighty Provo with Cheech. The fishing was a bit soggy in the morning and the water was high, very high. So furious that I got stuck mid way across the river. My feet were slowly getting pushed back, my boots couldn't grip the slimy river bottom. I thought that if I tried to step forward I would be swept away. I yelled over to Cheech, he laughed at me then made his way out and handed me a branch. Few... I made it, good thing Cheech is not a little guy or I would have been swimming : )

Fishing was fun, I learned a lot. I am not a good nympher so it took me a bit to figure the early morning out. I was re-rigging, changing flies and to be honest, frustrated. So I did what any other guy would do, put on a PMD Grumpy Frumpy : ) We finished the day tossing dries to sippers.


Gotta Love those spots!!!

Fall Fishing - The lost Month

Not to worry everyone, I haven't forgotten about my blog. There has just been no time to post. Between working, fishing and tying flies I can barely find time to sleep let alone download pictures and trying to come up with a witty sub-par story would cut into my 4hour daily nap. I personally would rather have photos but like reading back through story's and try to decode my wittings.

So far fishing has been better than than I could have hoped for. Well, not really but it been really good. Traveled to Montana, Wyoming and everywhere between and logged some serious miles on my no longer boots (Korkers). I actually put them to rest today. A brief stink here on earth they couldn't keep the pace and fell apart. Brand new in June and utterly finished last month but until the sole was actually lost entirely (yesterday) I had no choice but to put them down. There will be an update this winter regarding the piece of junk boots and terrible customer service.

Marks Sage fly rod was fixed by master builder Cheech. He did a better than superb job rebuilding the rod and crated a beautiful cork handle. Pics will be coming soon.

Started Czech nymphing... yeah, yeah Mark I can hear you laughing at me : ) here comes the "I told ya so" but that's OK. Now tell me everything about the Czech fishing..he he he

Found a few great patterns and have taken a few hundred photos. So there should be at least one or two decent shots to post. With the warm weather we have been having I'm still hunting fish full throttle.

So..... until the snow falls I'll be on the water and the reports will just have to wait.

Mark's Visit to Utah Day - 7,8 & 9

Well, here are the pics from Marks last few days. It was a superb straight week and a half of fishing. We traveled for hundreds of miles, consumed way too many Red Bulls and fished some secluded areas..... and Mark got to slay it a few times on his home river, The Provo. I watched Mark Czech nymph the Provo like it has never been fished, oh and the Whities, wow never knew there were so many in there : ) Can't wait till next year! I'll be practicing Marks deadly tactics this winter. Thanks for everything Mark, you are the finest kind!







WOW... I am so behind! With Fall fishing here it's going to be tough trying to catch up ; )