A Bounty of Choices...

We are entering the sweet spot of the year.

The crisp mornings of fall make way for some killer afternoons.  There's still enough daylight to make it feel like you were out a long time. 

And oh the choices.  Enough to make you go nuts trying to figure it out where you're going to go, what your going to chase, what you need to tie up.

Grouse is open.  Dryline Steelhead.  Just about time for Quail and Chuckar.  Soon, Pheasants and Deer

Choices folks, are a grand thing

Now go get after it....

Reader Responses--Naming the Run

It's always great to get a response to a particular post that I put up here at this little outpost of fishing on the internet.  Last week's "Naming the Run" post got some great response, and Slint's email to me was sent in just the spirit that I was thinking about when I posted that particular post. 

Thanks Slint for the note and enjoy reading his version of of "Naming the Run"

I loved your post about naming runs.  I hear you.  My home river is a Great Lakes trib with a self-sustaining naturalized population of lake run rainbows descended from California stock.  They've been there longer than the browns in the Madison, but aren't natives.  Still, they are really special fish who have carved out a niche. I love them.

My friends and I have a similar policy as yours, although we allow dudes to name runs after auspicious events as well, not just the first hooked fish.  Many of the runs and pools on this particular river are named and recorded from earlier generations, but we have our own name for some and have named others for ourselves that had been previously unlisted on any of the river maps produced by local conservation organizations.

A sampler:

The stretch we refer to as the Holy Water consists of, in order from top to bottom: Led Zepplin, Power Sculpin, Old McDonald, Skinny Brown and Zoso. 

Further down river you'll find Vin Diesel, the Washington Generals, Pink Worm, the Duece, the Coho Hole, Scissor Grind and British Columbia.

These are all runs where we've hit fish, on a river where the locals keep telling me they won't hit a swung fly.... I just nod and keep my mouth shut.

On the rest of the river we use the traditional names, but there are some tasty pieces of water just begging for a new name.... as soon as someone can get grabbed in them.

Foreground...Background, Spokane River

Foreground--A beautiful nymph run that I pulled a few beautiful, wild redband rainbows out of.

Backgound--no, that isnt a nuclear plant.  Just the place where Spokane's "Sheet" is reclaimed.  We locals call it the poo plant.

Urban fishery huh?  Yep

Some Baloney Macaroni from Pebble....

What a bunch of wankers.....

Naming the Run...

Coming down the road, looking down on the water....we knew it had to be fished.  

It had all the characteristics, even flowing current stretching over a long gravel bar.  A slight chop on top of the water gave clues that the run had the bolder garden buckets that drew fish in like a magnet.

It screamed at us, swing it, and swing it now.

Still, it's tough to have complete confidence in water you've never fished, let alone catch a fish.

We all looked at each other to determine where each of us would jump in.  Rarely is anyone the asshat who runs into the water without the normal pleasantries of asking.  You have to pretend you don't care where you start but your lying, as you've been eying the bucket since you got out of the car.

I am sure countless others had fished this run in the past, there's no doubt about it.  It's too popular a river, and steelhead bring people out of the woodwork.  But to us it was the maiden voyage.

Twenty minutes in, we all started to doubt our selection of water.   New runs tend to do that to you.  Success gives confidence,  repetitive casting without a tug makes you think your crazy.

In the midst of the should we or shouldn't we leave conversation....Bo almost gets yanked into the river.

So without adieu, it was time to name the run.

Back at the truck, we discussed over the post run/congratulatory PBR's what the hell our group was going to call this piece of water.   Bo had the honor, as the guy who lands the first fish usually gets to right to do it.

Every different group has different names for the same pieces of water.  Confusion rains when one guy tries to explain to another the defining characteristics of a run that he calls "Black Rock" and other guys calls, lets say.."Tall Tree"

On my home river, names also revolve around what is around it.  The Ranch Run, Cattle Company, The Rocks, and so on.

Other times, runs are names after people, as in Poppy's Riffle on the Clearwater.

So we all looked around and threw out suggestions.  "Annexation of Puerto Rico" was suggested but quickly thrown out.  After some him and hawing....Bo named it.

The Grove.....named after the oddly out of place grove of trees over looking the run.

Does your group have a great way to name runs, or a great story on how your favorite piece of water was named? ....shoot me an email at jmills81 at hotmail dot com and I will throw it up here.

The Yin and the Yang of the Clearwater...

Finally we're knee deep in the highly anticipated steelhead season of 2011 and for the last couple years, we begin on the Clearwater.

The Clearwater is a bitch of a river, only giving you glimpses of its drylining glory.  For me at least, it makes me earn my steelhead.

But good gawd, is it a special place.

This weekend marked the return of the annual celebration of OMR with the 2011 edition of the Fay Clave.   The weather was perfect, the flows were perfect and to add fuel to the fire, a certain "friend" of mine kept sending me texts with pictures of fish all week long.  Yeah, thanks a lot

So to the point of this post, the yin and the yang, the good and the bad, the up and the down of the Clearwater.

Within 20 minutes of setting up camp, we wadered up and bolted to one of our favorite runs on the river.   20 minutes after that, a rocket attached itself to my line and did it's best to head back to the Snake.

I couldnt have felt any better.   Catching my first B run CW fish was akin to getting laid for the first time and there could be some debate on which one I will remember more in 20 years.    Needless to say, I was a bit happy.  The Yin if you will

Then for the next 2 days.  Nothing.   The Yang to complete it.

OMR kept on rolling through the three days with nothing to show for it but a savage take and a battle that left him staring at the water for minutes after the connection was lost.  Still, he was the last guy on the water, keeping the hope alive

Not to be out done, Fay Clave attendee Bo hooked and landed the biggest Clearwater fish I've ever seen.

What a beast.

To wrap it up, three days on the C-Dub just stokes the fire to come back and find the right key on the right day to make it all happen.  Until then we'll just keep trying.

Because every thousand casts or so, you get to drop your loop and feel what a steelhead can really do.

The Clearwater....

Can be so damn amazing.  Fay Clave 2.0 is in the books and tune back in tomorrow for a full write up.