Saturday, October 25, 2014


Early this morning I headed out to search for big browns on Mice and Streamers. The only fish I saw I at first presumed to be dead. It was heavily injured. Then I noticed It's gills were moving. I poked it with my rod tip and and it kicked. I gently lifted it from the water and dispatched it, then carefully examined it for the cause of injury. It appeared to be scarred by either talon or claw, and the wounds had become very infected. It was really a sad thing to see. I will not post the picture, as it was quite disgusting.

It soon became evident that this was a hopeless activity, so I moved on to something more delicate and, well, more natural. There are quite a few tributaries to this river, and most hold Native Brook Trout. These, no doubt, would be more fun.
It is spawning season for the Char, and that is just what they are doing. This is the sight that greeted me in one of the pools:

These fish were bigger then most in a stream this size, and although I hooked one, a 13+ inch male, I did not land it. The next time I'm in the area I will get him! I did land plenty of wonderful fish, all in very beautiful color.

After exhausting that tributary's resources, I moved on to the next. There I found a holdover Rainbow and began casting to it with nymphs. On one of those casts a pretty male Native came over and chomped on it.

Next cast I hooked into that Rainbow, and he gave quite a scrap before I landed him. After releasing him I moved on to the next trib, actually a trib of a trib, and caught one more Native to end the day.


  1. The space, the color, the season and you have a perfect setting for enjoying life. Fish on...

  2. That was truly a golden day, once you got past the start.

    1. Thank you, it was just another perfect day in paradise.