15
Jul 10

Flatswalker Goodness

If you haven’t checked out the Flatswalker blog, you should.  Not only is it a good read with posts that are on the other side of the ordinary, but they are the work of Davin Ebanks, fishing guide out of Grand Caymen.  Here is a Youtube gem of his from a pilgrimage to Andros.


13
Jul 10

Interview with Shane Kohlbeck

Shane Kohlbeck is a friend of mine, working as a guide out of Redding, CA, which is pretty much Trout Central for California.  Shane works for The Fly Shop, one of the biggest fly shops anywhere.  Not only does The Fly Shop guide on the Lower Sacramento River, a river that is fishable almost every day of the year, but they have the physical shop, an on-line catalog, private waters… even a real estate venture.  As you might expect, they also book international travel… a lot of it.   Since Shane is one of the better anglers you could ever hope to meet and because he has some saltwater credentials, he was sent to evaluate the fishery on a remote, very remote fishery in the South Pacific.  Sounds good, doesn’t it?  Turns out to be a great diet plan.

Here’s my interview with Shane about that experience.

What was the name of the island you were on?

Two names, Penrhyn, and the local name is Tongareva. It’s north of Rarotonga and  south of Christmas Island.

Not a bad looking place.

What’s the main challenge in getting there?

Once a week flights, and that’s it.

From where, how long does it take?

From Rarotonga, the capital island of the Cook Islands, it was probably about 4, 4.5 hours in a little duel prop plane and we had to stop and refuel on Aitutaki.

Is that a little scary, the travel there?

Yeah.  There’s not much dry ground and what’s there is frigging tiny.  The islands are all pretty small, so it’s a little sketchy.

How built up is the fishery there?

It’s not, that’s why I went.  Originally, only a few guys had ever fly fished there, some guys out of Australia.

What do you think the potential is for a Penrhyn to develop as a fly fishing destination?

Not so good.  That was pretty much the conclusion after I came home.  I got sent there to fish it for two months straight to figure out if it could handle a groups of 6-8 anglers a week at a time fishing throughout the season or for an extended season.

The water temps were critically warm by noon on a lot of the days, on the decent weather days.  On shitty weather days we had good water all day.  But when the summer came and the storms were all gone and the heat showed up and stayed, especially on neap tides were the worst when we didn’t have a lot of tidal fluctuation, it wouldn’t circulate the water enough in the lagoons, there’s only two places water came in and out of the lagoon and the lagoon was 9 miles by 12 miles approximately… so it needed a good tidal flush to keep the water in the lagoon cool… and that’s what happened on those hot, sticky calm days, especially during the neap tide weeks, not enough tidal flush and by 12-1 the  water temps on the flats were hitting 90, 91.  We would catch  fish up to 87, 88, after that, we wouldn’t get them.  They’d take off.

The flats themselves are just on the inside rim of the entire  lagoon.  There really weren’t any pancake flats or separated flats.  It was all on the inside of the lagoon. There were zero  flats on the outside, all hard coral and pounding surf.

Where there other species you could target beyond bonefish?

You can catch Bluefin Trevally until your arms fall off. There were Bluefins all over the place.  I never did see GT’s, they are around, I just never saw them.  They are usually on the outside.  The Bluefin were a lot of fun and then there are a lot of little snappers and a little fish called the sweetlips, and goat fish with the little whiskers coming off their chin, on the outside I caught wahoo, yellowfin tuna, sailfish, shark, African pompano, barracuda… I never did get dogtooth tuna, but they are out there a lot.  On the outside we had a lot of fishing opportunities.  We’d have to go out there pretty much every couple of nights to fill the coolers because, ya know, there were no stores to go shopping.

Nice Bluefin

You get sick of seafood in a situation like that?

Yeah, I lost 20 pounds.  Rice and coconut products and fish. Once in a great while we’d get some chicken or something like that flown in, but lettuce or fresh produce?  Out of the question.  None of that.  Lot of rice, lot of toast… peanut butter and jelly… stuff that doesn’t spoil.

On a good day, when everything came together there, was the fishing remarkable or was it so-so?

I had  probably one of the best days of my bonefishing career there… next to one of my better days on Christmas. As fast as I could get ‘em in and get ‘em off the hook and recast I’d get another  one.  They were coming from all directions.  Multiple fish caught with less than five feet of fly line out of the tip of the rod. To where you couldn’t stip anymore, you had to jerk the rod to keep the fly moving to get them to eat it and there weren’t spooky.  I had fish come up to me, and I’d play stork, freeze, and they’d swim around me, usually twice and then start veering away and I’d put a fly five feet to their left or right and they’d  charge it and eat it.  As long as you didn’t make any rapid movements and spook ‘em.

Penrhyn Bonefish

There were a ton of blacktips in there. A Ton.  To my knowledge I only lost one bone to a blacktip and that was post release. We figured out, I was always fishing with another Tahitian guy named Bara that I was training, we figured out how to call the blacktips.  If he had a fish on, and we noticed the blacktip getting aggressive, sniffing out the water, ya know, they can sense something is wrong, you can take your rod tip and put it in the water in front of you and thrash the water with the tip of the rod and they’d pretty much make a bee-line for it and they’d bite the tip of the rod off if you  didn’t stop doing it when they got there.  You could call the blacktips off the bones, unless they had a visual of the fish and usually they didn’t until the last second. They are just sniffing stress and they can feel it. You can call them right in… it was cool

One day I was walking the boat over some reefs, sloshing my legs and one fucker came right at me, I had to jump up in the boat.  Literally, between my legs, about a 3.5-4 foot blacktip. It wouldn’t have killed me or anything, but it would have tore my skin up a bit.

I’d imagine you were a little far away from a hospital there?

Yeah, there’s nothing there.  There’s two little communities and that’s it and I was living across the lagoon on a little private black pearl farm. There was nothing there… just us.

Is there any possibility that someone will build out a fishing operation there?

I don’t think it’s a place where a fly fishing lodge is ever going to get built.  Not with the warm water problem. It’s in the middle of nowhere, it took me 36 hours to get home.

Do you have a favorite rod and reel for bones at the moment?

Galvan Torque 8.  I’ve never had a problem with my Galvan Torque 8.  I’ve landed all kinds of shit on Torques.  G. Loomis GLX Crosscurrent 8 wt. (editor’s note, I think that might be Shane in the pic on the G. Loomis page for the Crosscurrent).   That’s what I’ve been fishing about 5 years, that Crosscurrent. It’s got the recoil guides so I don’t feel too bad about throwing that rod around a little bit.

As far as tying go, do you have anything you are liking now that’s new?

I saw an article in Fly Fishing in Salt Waters about using Fox Fur.  My Psycho Puff has had a Fox Fur wing on it since I designed it five years ago.  I also tie a little bit with badger.  It’s got some really cool qualities to it. It’s got some guard hairs with back tips what look like antennas and feelers.

I tie my own bitters and I purposely don’t use epoxy.  On spooky fish on Los R. I feel like the epoxy head on the bitters contributed to the loudness of the splashdown or set down of the fly when the fly hit the water so I purposely didn’t tie a ball of epoxy on head of my bitters in LR, I just used extra small chain bead eyes and tied the fly around that and feel like the fly landed lighter and didn’t make a big “Kabloop” like the Bitters sometimes do.

Beyond the blacktips, what have you seen out there on the water that was really unique?

One thing I’ll always remember about Penrhyn was at night, once in a while we’d have to run across the lagoon at low light and the coral heads glowed.  There were greens and blues and reds and they’d glow, in the middle of the lagoon.  It was pretty cool.

Coolest thing that happened there was probably a double hook up on sailfish… that was pretty badass.

You can hardly see that fish... perfect for its environment.

Thanks Shane.


11
Jul 10

Miami Bonefish Vid

This is the description from Vimeo:

This video was shot in June 2009 by Gabriel Bendersk, a talented and able filmmaker from Argentina. Scott Olson, Patagonia Fly Fishers was fishing with his friend, Martin Carranza, a tremendous guide and also owner of some fishing lodges in Patagonia, Argentina and also Northern Argentina. The tremendous power of a bonefish relative to it’s size can only be described as Martin said: “This is formula one!” The music used is symphonic from a Ralph Vaughn Williams symphony. Scott edited and uploaded the video to Vimeo.


08
Jul 10

Interview with Marshall Cutchin

Marshall Cutchin is the editor and publisher of the website MidCurrent, which sits firmly in the middle of the flyfishing-meets-web world.  He was a Lower Keys guide, so he’s no stranger to bonefish.  Marshall recently agreed to answer a few questions about his bonefishing life.

Marshall, where would you say you are on the arc of the bonefisherman?

As in all my other fishing, I remain an adequate bonefisherman.  I’m on pretty good terms with them — they do all the things I expect them to do, like run up and eat flies that land 20 feet away and reject all of my absolutely perfect presentations.  It’s pretty hard not to like them.

I saw you had flies included in Aaron Adams’ book A Fisherman’s Guide to Saltwater Prey.  Is there a bonefish pattern you are particularly enjoying tying these days?

One of my favorite bonefish flies is still a small Merkin.  They are very easy to tie and cast, and they work in almost every part of the world that I’ve fished.  Not to mention that they are handy to have on the line when a permit, mutton or small tarpon shows up.

Do you have a favorite bonefish rig (rod/reel) these days?

I’m using an Orvis Helios 8-weight and Tibor Everglades reel almost all the time now, though I also carry my old Sage III RPLX nine-weight and Abel 3N, both more than 20 years old now — that’s a mojo thing.

Through your blog, Midcurrent, I’d imagine you are paying pretty close attention to what’s going on around the industry.  What’s the biggest bonefishing story you’ve seen in a while?

We get a ton of fish pictures, but honestly I think the best stories I hear are from the real experts — people like author Carl Hiaasen, who told me about a week of spring fishing when the fish wouldn’t eat anything… until they did.  Just catching one difficult tailing bonefish on a place like Islamorada’s Shell Key or Buchanan Bank is worth a week’s frustration.  And they don’t have to be 12-pounders.

Do you have a bonefish that stands out in your memory more than others?

Probably a 10-pound fish that Del Brown caught with me after we had already caught a couple of permit.  He was annoyed that the fish had garbaged one of his perfect flies and that I had to retie his leader.

What are the toughest conditions you’ve experienced out on the flats?

I’ve fished four or five days when the wind was blowing 30-35 knots.  A couple were permit fishing and the other two were tarpon fishing.  Every time the fishing was fantastic, if painful.

When I think of bonefishing, I also think of cracked conch and a cold Kalik.  What associations do you make when thinking of chasing bones?

I think of not eating lunch because the fishing was so good.   Crystalline light.   Getting in the water with a dying sperm whale while at the end of an evening trip for tailing bones.  And the first time I ever caught a bonefish, which grabbed a pink streamer I was throwing to baby tarpon beneath the Boca Chica (Key West) naval air station runway.  It’s the unexpected that’s easiest to remember.

Thanks Marshall.  Much appreciated.


06
Jul 10

Itu’s Bones

You may have heard of the new film project from the folks at On the Fly Productions called Itu’s Bones.

You can read the story of the genesis of this film project at their website.  It is worth reading.

There’s a twitter feed to follow if you are into that sort of thing… like, right here.

The players supporting this project are some of the key players; Patagonia, Sage, Costa Del Mar and Rio.

Itu lives on the island of Aitukaki in the Cook Islands.  There is an ex-pat American (Butch Leon) who has been pioneering bonefishing out there at Aitutaki Blue Lagoon Fly Fishing.

A fish from the folks making Itu's Bones

This should be a great story to see unfold and a wonderful movie.  Looking forward to it.


02
Jul 10

No Bull on the Metolius

I got to fish the Metolius with my dad.  That’s a nice day, no matter how the fishing is.

My dad said “So, what time should we meet back at the car?”

It isn’t that kind of river, I told him.  We’d fish the good water together and then we’d walk… and we’d do a lot of walking.

Lots of this on the Lower Metolius

The Lower Metolius is a different animal from the Upper Metolius around Camp Sherman.  The river above CS is skinny water and a river you can cross at will.  You can get in, wade upstream and catch a lot of little fish.  The Metolius has a reputation for being tough, but that Upper Metolius isn’t what folks are talking about.

The Lower River, on the other hand, has earned its reputation.  It is not a river you cross… you can’t cross it except by bridge or catapult.  There is a lot more river… I’m not good at math, but I’d estimate it is roughly 8 billion times bigger, give or take a billion.  There are a bunch of tribs that come in below Camp Sherman and the Highway 99 Bridge (where I think most people would agree the demarcation begins for the “Lower” river).

That there is a whole mess of water.

Fishing the the lower river is about finding spots that hold fish. Most of the river is moving too darn fast to provide anything resembling holding water for your average trout.  When you find water that slows down and provides some shelter, you’ll find some fish.  You might even find some fish eating dries.

The fish and beyond, the fish’s home.

These are some pretty fish.  I was taken with this fish… the color and spots extending to the jaw and belly of the fish.  Beautiful.

A good looking fish.

The true drama of the day is sadly lacking in photographic evidence, but I’ll relate the tale to you anyway.

At the lowest of the  best water we were fishing I was standing on a large log in front of a big eddy.  I was fishing with an indicator and weight, since below Bridge 99 weight is again deemed a worthy and acceptable way to fish.  I hooked a decent fish, about 14″ and had it near the log when a large, dark, trout-like shape appeared and began trying to eat the hooked trout.  This, of course, was a Bull Trout (or Dolly, depending on which camp you are in).  I was stunned as I watched the trout trying to avoid the big Bull (about 24-25″).  At one point I was fairly sure the Bull had the trout in its mouth, but it let go and the trout got off and the whole frantic circus ended just as quickly as it had begun.

Wow.

I fished for a little while longer using my nymph rig and then could not resist temtation any longer.  In this instance, temptation took the form of a Bucket Mouth Bow… a monster of a fly… on a 5/0 hook.  This was purchased at The Fly Fisher’s Place in Sisters (they don’t have a built out e-commerce site).

I put some 1x on, tied on that monstrosity and wondered if the thing would sink or swim.  I threw it upstream and gave it a few strips, trying to get it to sink, but it didn’t matter.  Again, the dark greenish shape came out of oblivion and tracked the big ole’ Bucket  Mouth Trout, eventually eating it right in front of me, about 5 feet away.

I was pretty much dumbstruck.  I cleared my line and the fish went down stream (where it rolled right in front of my dad), then up.  Somehow, along the way, it threw the hook, which then found the flank of the fish.  With all the  leverage in the world the fish came back toward me and went under the big log I was standing on.  There, it got me hopelessly tangled in the branches on the underside of the log.  I never saw the fish again. I broke off the fly, but I can’t be sure the fish actually survived.  My dad assures me it is still alive.  Sounds like something I might say to my daughter, even if I knew it wasn’t true.

I hope it is still out there.  Fish like that are few and far between.  I’d hate to be the last person to experience that beautiful Bull.

I can’t say I recovered from that fish.  We fished another hour or two, but I couldn’t get my head right.  I was still in shock… equal parts elated and devastated.  Such is fishing.

We both caught some fish on a tough river and we saw a bull trout try to eat my rainbow trout and then eat my impossibly large streamer.  A good day.  I got some exercise too, which can’t be all bad.

The Metolius is a beautiful river with many different personalities.  For sure it is one of the most beautiful places on earth, and that includes the white sand beaches where bonefish are found.

I’ll be back… and next time, I’m bringing my 7 wt. and more than one Bucket Mouth Trout.

Yes, I am secure enough in my masculinity to take pictures of flowers.


01
Jul 10

Breaking a Rod on Tarpon

Um… that’s a lot of tarpon and a good story for the broken rod.


30
Jun 10

The King of Little Fish – Metolius Fish

I fished the Metolius today… family vacation up to Camp Sherman in Central Oregon.

Now, the Metolius is known for a couple things… being really tough and really beautiful.

Today, I found the river to be as beautiful as ever, but not that tough… at least for tiny fish.  I found the small fish in the Metolius and I caught them… all of them.

That's a pretty river.

I caught a bunch of these... a bunch.

Dry dropper... and yes, I caught a couple on that massive stonefly dry.

This is what passed for a bigger fish today.

The Green Drakes were out… all 3 of them.  The hatch was far from epic.  Still, fish were caught on the dries.

My guess is the big fish are lower… the certainly weren’t in the bit of water I was fishing, or, if they were, they were not in the mood to play.  Fun day on the water though.

Yum.


28
Jun 10

When life gives you high water

Get out yer split shot.

That water is high...

That should do the trick...

bingo.

Fishing the Upper Sac is like that sometimes.


28
Jun 10

Long Island Bonefish

While I’m up in Oregon, I’m going to post a bunch of bonefishy videos found on Youtube.  Hope you enjoy.

This little short hookup is from Long Island.  Good job clearing the line.  I don’t know that I’d want my hemos hanging from my shirt right there… seem like a good thing to catch line as it is flying out fishward.