Saturday, May 28, 2011
Since flows have been so high across the region and it just won't stop snowing, Team Fly-Swatter decided to focus their efforts on something different--running. The run amuck is a 5 mile relay race (as part of the Reno River Festival) that starts in downtown Reno and continues through Idlewild Park where there are a series of obstacles including hop-scotch, hay bales, a slip and slide, and of course the the infamous mud pit, after completing (and in some cases surviving) this phase of the run, you return downtown. Costumes are mandatory and as a couple of trout bums we had no other options than to represent our sport by wearing waders. This race is truly one of Reno's best events and the River Festival itself includes a variety of great vendors from across the region. We'll see you down there next year.
Brett gets warmed up.
On Your Marks...
The Run Amuck aptly named Reno's Dirtiest 5K
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
by Luke Harris
Last October Danielle and I wanted to take time out of our hectic schedules to spend a day fishing together. Since she was 7 months pregnant we needed a spot with some easy wading. The West Carson was the perfect option. With low flows that time of year, we had to be stealthy and patient, it payed off and we had a rockin' day, encountering surprisingly few other anglers and some pretty good dry fly action.
Got the Hookup
Another Great Day
Monday, February 21, 2011
P.S. Pyramid has been pretty good too
Angela and her cutthroat.
Rainbow on the dry.
Whitefish sometimes save the day.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Wall of Death
by Brett Coffman
Sorry about the overwhelming amount of fish porn from the last Alaskan blog - we were just so excited to catch all of those salmon and just couldn't help it.
From we drove north on the parks highway to meet my brother at . He was able to get a day off at work and meet us there from Fairbanks. We took the full day bus ride up to mile 68 within the park. (the road only goes back ~80 miles) As expected the scenery was breathtaking, and the wildlife was remarkable. We were able to see caribou, dahl sheep, grizzlies, wolves, and moose. National Geographic anyone? At the end of the day we sent my brother home with some fresh salmon, and got ready to leave for Homer the next morning.
Typical Feeder King
Guess Halibut Aren't Leader Shy
Black Wolf Crossing
Sunday, January 2, 2011
by Luke Harris
Last fall I had the pleasure of visiting northern California's Trinity River hatchery. It was admittedly my first visit to an anadromous fish facility. Here they raise both Chinook and Coho Salmon and of course Steelhead. Fish are "milked" two days a week and the fertilized aftermath are carefully raised into fingerlings before being released into the river.
Gramps and I spent about an hour walking the ladders and eavesdropping on all the one's that got away through the polarized viewing window. If you're ever in the area I highly recommend checking this place out. The reality of dams make well designed and managed facilities like this essential to ensuring the future of our precious California coastal species.
The viewing window...
Saturday, December 4, 2010
By Brett Coffman
So our last blog ended with us disembarking from the MS Oosterdam. After spending the day at Jean’s house (Angela’s roommate when she worked in Seattle) we boarded the Alaskan Airline’s flight back up to Anchorage, AK. We picked up our rental car and promptly got lost finding our way around the city. The next day after picking up supplies at the nearest Fred Meyer, we set our sights along the Parks Highway north to Talkeetna. The scenery was absolutely amazing - we had a such a hard time keeping our eyes on the road - and were a little skittish due to the strict rental car agreements. (I have a tendency to pull off on any dirt road I think leads somewhere.)
As we pulled off the highway onto Talkeetna spur rd. we scoped out many a clear water tributary to the Big Susitna River which we followed up the road. After finding where we would be staying we checked out the little town of Talkeetna AK. In town there’s a small brewery, a few restaurants, and some tourist attractions that all rely on some sort of Susitna river recreation. We ate dinner at the West Rib and got the best in fresh salmon and seafood.
The next morning we woke to cloudy skies and decided to take a drive down to one of the creek inlets we had seen the previous day. After taking a small hike through bear country, we saw a few gear fisherman nab a few salmon and decided to take a few casts. So we geared up and took the small hike to inlet of the Susitna River.
Immediately my wife and others began to hook up. I was still swinging flies and continued to have problems catching fish. I then began to think of these fish as river fish and looked for structure for which they could take refuge. My first cast behind a current blocking sweeper produced a huge silver flash which was the only time I saw the identity of what was on my line. After fighting the beast for at least 10min he popped off. I’ve never been frustrated, as this was my first big hookup on a real Alaskan silver. The next cast produced nothing. Then WHAM! A big Coho at the end of my line. I got my wife’s attention and eventually led him downstream to an island to land him. We were both ecstatic - despite our catch and release ethic, this fish was to feed us for at least part of the week as we hadn’t bought too many provisions on our trip. Soon after, fish after fish hopped onto our lines - we had a blast catching 3 species of pacific salmon. We had caught the run perfect. Pink, Chum and Coho. To us lower landers this was bliss.
Enjoy the pictures part #3 Denali and beyond is coming soon.