Sunday, August 30, 2009
They, however, would not be many Alaskans, at least not when the sockeye start making their headlong summer rush up the Kenai River." LA Times
Combat fishing' pits man against man in Alaska -- latimes.com
Not my cup of joe, but then again, I don't fish to eat...........
I guess this one gets filed under, "Give a man a fish and he eats for a day; teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime"
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Bruce and I arrived late Saturday afternoon and some of the usual suspects were already at the lodge. They had just returned from the river and had mixed success with nymphs, but nothing on dry flies. The river was somewhat high, but clear - as clear as a tannic stained river can be - and in beautiful shape.
We headed up river to fish, while the others decided to hang back for dinner instead of taking advantage of the best time to be on the water. We split up and I slid into a nice long pool. No flies were on the water, but that didn't stop me from fishing a small parachute hopper. My first cast with it resulted in a nice wild brookie taking the fly after a short drift. I continued to fish the dry with no success, so I switched to nymphs. Over the next two hours I took a number of brookies and lost a few others.
It started to sprinkle, so I took a short walk up to where Bruce was to see how he was doing and shortly after I reached him the skies opened up. It began to pour like I've never seen it. We hightailed it back to the car and by the time we got there, we were soaked to the bone. Before the run in the rain though, I did take this pic of a huge hemlock that succumbed to hemlock wooley adelgid .
Saturday night we just hung out at the lodge, listened to the rain, drank some beverages, and tied flies. As usual, we stayed up very late and laughed till we hurt and then slept like babies.
Sunday morning came with bright sun and warm, humid air. After breakfast we headed downstream and found nothing in the air and no fish rising. I took a trio of fish -a rainbow, a brook, and a brown - all on a beadhead Bird's Nest nymph. This one:
The day was perfect, although the fishing wasn't, but all was not lost. We fished until about 5:00, and during that time I caught another fish - yep, one more. And spent some time exploring and watching the hummingbirds work their way among the wild flowers that lined the river.
And finally, a photo from just below a small waterfall looking upstream.
Unfortunately, this world is full of people (idiots) who don't plan even one minute beyond the present, let alone what they might do if they land a fish they will be releasing.
See you knee deep in the water, with a plan.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Report to follow.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Click here for the full story: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/09/sports/09outdoors.html
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Let's all go out and lick a slug!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
All the rain on the other days prevented me from wetting a line even for a short while. Never even got out on the boat. That said, we had a great time eating, drinking, listening to great live music, watching the races, betting and only losing $15 when all was said and done, and just plain old having fun. After hanging at the track for the better part of teh day, we hit a local post-race watering hole, and then went into town to enjoy the street festival.
A view of the lake from the Algonquin:
A view across the table at the Algonquin of my lovely wife and friend Barry toasting something. I'd like to think it was the mayflies clinging to the windows in an effort to stay out of the rain.
The ponies getting ready for the first race of the day. The weather could not have been better.
And here is the self-described, "Jew in a fox hunt outfit that blows a trumpet at the track", Sam, myself and Karen just after he treated us to some traditional and not-so-traditional bugling of the finest order. This guy is good - even did some Led Zepplin for shits and giggles.
So, that's I did on one of my summer vacations.