There’s nothing better than having one of your good buddies send you a picture at work and have a fish CHROME as can be with the middle finger as HIGH as it can be. Presumably directed at those of us not holding a chrome steelhead currently. On all of our bed half allow me to say… F you too buddy. WTFG. #DandyAsCanBe
I love it when the ledge DOESN’T break the fish off. Special thanks to Kirby and Kev.
Trip L Eh.
Picture this: No boats on the water. No clouds in the sky. Only chrome on our lines. One of which let us shoot video of it while the acrobatics of it all broke the line six feet out of the water. Ledges, even clay ones, and gin clear water call for my 6lb Ultra Green. Here’s one I bonked that didn’t spit or snap.
“Wicked Pissah” is the way a person in New England would describe something as being really awesome. That’s exactly how I describe my trip to Maine and one of its major rivers. I flew into Boston and took a puddle jumper North to Augusta and got picked up by Mark and Stephanie for another hour plus drive to their newly acquired cabin on the river. Mark has been doing summer trips here for more than 30 years. His family fishing cabin is next door to the new place he bought from a couple that wanted to sell to someone that loved the area like they did.
We fished the river in Mark’s boat and never saw any other boat fisherman. We caught brook trout, landlocked Atlantic salmon, smallmouth bass, pickeral, yellow perch, and fall fish (a native chub). The weather was windy and cool and limited the dry fly fishing. When it is good trout/salmon up to 18-19″ can be had. Smallmouth up to 5 lbs aren’t uncommon. We trolled streamers and pitched Rapala lures.
We also got to do a couple of floats on the upper river. The drift is below a big lake with the level raised by a dam for power production. Minimum flow in the summer is around 400 cfs. By agreement this is raised to around 6.000cfs for about 3 hours in the morning for white water rafting. If you’re fishing you need to start early and get through the canyon before the river is raised. Otherwise you are in for a ride.
It was a great trip in a new area for me and I would love to return. Thanks to Mark and Stephanie for being great hosts and sharing their cabin on the river.
The good news is…..actually it’s all good news! Here’s a couple pics from a trip this week to show you why! And of course it wouldn’t be the H3llcat without humor. Especially when it’s true.
Special thanks to my good friend Kirby Cannon for not killing me when I almost propelled him out of the boat like a jet rocket. Instead he was flypapered against my gunwale as water rushed in beneath him, temporarily. The result of hitting a seemingly rubberized over hanging log head on.
The only thing to dull my embarrassment was finding out (later and down river) that a good buddy did the same thing that same day. On the exact same spot. We both swear that log is bad news.
Anyway….here are those pics. *Bonus Suckopotomous pic included.
As I completed my first week with my new job I quickly took advantage of the fact I have a weekday off now every week. I planned a float for summer steelhead with the man I owe my livelihood to: Jeff Donaca
With a few phone calls I confirmed with my jet-setting wife we were good to go for operation Summer Chrome. A delay with the weather in Texas meant we weren’t gonna make the river in the morning. So we planned on a 12:00pm launch.
I figured we would float til evening and watch the game five of the finals on our mobile devices. All went according to plan. We even got a few fish. Since I rowed him right to the fish and since I lost all three of my hot chrome rockets…Donaca asked if I’d like some pics with his fish. I guess I ain’t too proud.
#GoodTimesWithGoodFriends and an awesome bonus to see Strychnine and Chromehammer, respectively, out there on the water in the same day. Incalculable odds, truly, for the three of us to do that. Donaca ain’t no newcomer neither.