Sunday Classic / Don’t Gink it, Sink It
Ever been on a trout stream during a blanket hatch and no matter how many times you drift your floating imitation over the rising fish, it’s ignored? I’ve experienced this frustrating situation many times on the water. When this happened in the past, I used to think I was using the wrong pattern, or I was getting micro-drag during my drift or maybe my tippet was too large. Although one or more of these can often be the culprit of failing to get bites during a heavy hatch, it’s actually more common that you’re problem lies in the fact that you’re choosing to fish your fly on the surface instead of below the surface.
When hundreds or even thousands of bugs are on the water it makes your fly pattern very difficult to distinguish itself apart from all the other naturals on the water. Take for instance a trico spinner fall in late August or September. When in full swing, it can seem like almost every square inch of the water is covered with these tiny guys at times. Although many of them float long distances on the surface, eventually they will sink. Not all at once of course, just a portion of them here and there. When you choose to sink your fly pattern instead of floating it, you’re going to increase your chances of catching those feeding fish for three reasons.
1. You decrease the amount of competition between your fly and all the naturals.
By sinking your fly pattern below all the naturals on the surface your giving you’re pattern
Saturday Shoutout / Dharma Works
Steelheading is never a sure thing. You want to catch fish and when you haven’t been able to take a fishing trip in a couple of years, due to life threatening illness, the pressure is really on. That’s exactly the spot my buddy Tim found himself in. You may recognize Tim Harris as a regular G&G contributor. You probably don’t know that he has battled SIBO for the last several years. An avid angler in saltwater and fresh Tim is particularly fond of steelhead. His illness has separated him from the fish he loves for far too long. With some trepidation he decided to join me on this years steelhead camp trip to the Deschutes River in Oregon. He wrote a great story about it on his own blog, Dharma Works. Check out DESCHUTES STEELHEAD AND YAKIMA TROUT Louis Cahill Gink & Gasoline www.ginkandgasoline.com hookups@ginkandgasoline.com Sign Up For Our Weekly Newsletter!
Read More »New Airflo Fly Lines For 2015
Airflo is always innovating fly lines.
There are a bunch of new lines from Airflo this year. A little something for everyone. New Super Dri skagit heads and running lines for steelheaders. Two new single hand lines specificly for Atlantic salmon. A new competition euro-nymphing line and a stealth taper trout line that’s actually camo printed.
I took a few minutes with Tim Rajeff at IFTD 2015 to talk about the new offerings from Airflo. Watch the video for all the details.
Read More »Fly Fishing the Trico Hatch & Spinner Fall
The first major spinner fall that I ever witnessed and had the pleasure of fishing took place many years ago on the South Platte River in Colorado. I’ll never forget the excitement I felt as I watched countless trico spinners floating downstream in the surface film. Never in my life had I seen so many bugs on the water. With one scoop across the surface of the water with my hand, I held dozens of tricos. I was so amazed by the density of bugs on the water that it put me in a frozen trance. Unable to wet a line, I remember thinking to myself, “This must be what fly fishing in heaven is like.” Growing up in the Southeast, I’d never seen a spinner fall of such magnitude. I’d only read about them in books. Looking back on that day now, I believe my reluctance to start fishing that morning had a lot to do with me just taking it all in, and appreciating the true beauty of nature at work. Only after I took the time to pay my respect to the bugs and wild trout, did I feel worthy enough to begin fly fishing such a beautiful place.
Read More »The Tacky Fly Box
By Justin Pickett
IT’S BEEN QUITE SOME TIME SINCE THERE HAS BEEN ANY KIND OF ADVANCEMENT IN THE FLY BOX.
From the wool patches and Wheatley fly boxes of older times. To the eventual march towards foam lined plastic and other gadgets like Fishpond’s Sushi Roll, and Cliff’s numerous offerings. While all of these companies make great fly boxes and fly storage options (I own many of them and have enjoyed them all), one thing persists….. Foam eventually wears out, breaks down, and has to either be replaced or you have to buy a new box altogether.
Then the Tacky Fly Box hit the scene.
The guys at Tacky Fly Fishing have developed a very durable, slim fly box with a very different material that hopes to change the game when it comes to holding onto your bugs. Instead of using the usual slit foam, they have taken the time to perfect a silicone material that is said to hold flies better, and be more durable. Sounds good, right? But how does it compare the competition?
The Tacky Fly Box currently comes in the three sizes; The Original, The Day Pack, and their newest offering, the Big Bug Box. All three are slim and functional, making it easy to slip into a pocket, or if you’re like me, it’s incredibly easy to store numerous boxes in your pack. Just this past week I was out on the water and had five Tacky Fly Boxes in my Umpqua Overlook chest pack and I still had room for my iPhone and some streamers. The tops of the boxes are held tightly by a couple of strong magnets and are clear, making identification easy.
The ONLY thing that I wish this Tacky box had is a water tight lid, but it certainly isn’t a deal breaker for me. It’s the silicone inserts that sets this box apart from others. The silicone holds flies firmly in their position. In my experience it does not wear out, and isn’t as susceptible to “injury” from hook points/barbs, as well as being resistant to fatigue and flaring. Foam, of course, is easily destroyed by hooks and its elastic properties aren’t its strong suit. This leads to flies rattling around in the box, or worse, falling from the box at inopportune moments once the foam is damaged and becomes fatigued causing the slit to flare out. The silicone in the Tacky Fly Box has been less susceptible to “injury” and has kept its elastic characteristics. I have had one of my Tacky boxes since they came out and if you set it next to the Tacky box I bought a few weeks ago, you can’t tell the difference. It still holds flies like it did on day one. I can’t say the same for my foam boxes.
So how well do these boxes hold on to flies? I decided to do a drop test with two different boxes.
Read More »Sunday Classic / The River Is Full Of Want
By Louis Cahill
“I DON’T DESERVE THAT FISH. I DON’T DESERVE THIS DAY ON THIS BEAUTIFUL RIVER. I DON’T DESERVE TO FISH WITH THESE GOOD MEN.”
I wade out into the rushing water of the Dean, farther than I should. The cold of the water grabs me around the waist. The current tugs at my footing. I feel the pebbles washing out from under my feet as they slide softly downstream against my will, looking for a home. I gather my running line and tuck it under my index finger, then I lift my thirteen-foot rod high into the air, anchoring my fly in the swift current in front of me. The wind blows and a cold mist creeps around my glasses and down my neck. I sweep the rod round, making a big D loop, watching the rod, keeping it loaded, then draw the butt back hard to my chest. I roll the grip clockwise so that the guides face upstream and watch the bright green running line draw shapes in the air against a backdrop of dark clouds, like a kid writing his name with a sparkler on a summer night.
The line disappears through the guides and nearly a hundred feet away I see the splash as my weighted fly meets the river. I mend the line and tell myself that my feet will find something solid as I step with the rush of water, once, twice, three times. On the horizon, just over the big log jam, I can see the silver band of salt, the Pacific. Below the next run and the next, maybe four-hundred yards. The river hasn’t far to go and it’s impatient, running like children to the tree on Christmas morning. They call this run Instant Backing and I know that if my fly finds its mark, I’ll see why. I carry my rod tip upstream until I feel the weight of the river on my line. Slowly I swing the fly, I feel the strength of the water, I wait for the pull, I stare into the river and I want.
***
The Atlantis Restaurant, in Cherry Grove, South Carolina, between Myrtle Beach and Cape Fear, is a stark little beach town pancake house. It is completely unremarkable. Shabby, in fact, but it has always been special to me. Every year, on my family’s Labor Day beach trip, my father and I would slip out to the Atlantis while everyone else was asleep for breakfast. He would have eggs, over easy and bacon and I would have pancakes. Since I was little I loved having breakfast out with my father. Just the two of us in the quiet of the morning. Our complicated relationship worked well, within the simple framework of breakfast.
My father has been gone a long time now but I still find walking into that pancake house comforting. For that reason and to share my memories, I took my wife there a few years back. I got more than pancakes.
The Atlantis is an odd place at best. It doesn’t suffer from any sort of interior decoration, let alone design. The walls are glossy white with blue trim. There are a few photos from some foreign country, maybe Greece, and an aquarium next to the register containing nothing but water and a few turtles. There are some hand drawn signs with a vaguely religious theme. My favorite is a dolphin with a voice bubble that says, “I love Jesus!”
The employees seem to be from somewhere far away too, but I don’t think it’s Greece. There is a young girl, sixteen maybe, who seems particularly distant. Thin and strawberry blond with freckles she has, what combat veterans call, a thousand yard stare. Not vapid exactly but not entirely present. She waits on my wife and me that morning. After my wife orders the girl turns to me. “I want pancakes,” I say smiling. “Really?” she replies as if truly puzzled. After a long pause in which she stares at me as if I were a painting in a museum, she asks,
“What’s it like to want?”
I was completely unprepared for such an existential question before I’d even had my coffee. Not that coffee would help me find the answer, but it does make me a nicer person. I consider the question briefly, on several levels ranging from, “is this the meaning of life” to “are you out of your fucking mind” before deciding on my answer.
“You know, it’s like when you want a tip.”
The pancakes are tasty, in spite of having surely been spit on and I want to think that I’ve put that question to bed, but I haven’t. Far from it. That annoying little teenager had done something to me. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. “What’s it like to want?” For the next few years I carry that question around in my head as a litmus test. I conjure up every blown decision in my life, every misstep that lead to unhappiness and asked myself, “why did I do that?” The answer is always the same. Want.
I look around me and suddenly I see it everywhere. Want. It’s like the air we breath. We are all consumed by want. It’s like the strings on a marionette, once you see them you can’t blot them out. They’re all you see. That little red-headed waif in the apron had looked right through me and knowing only that I like pancakes had said, more or less,
“Here’s your problem, stupid.”
***
The Dean River is moody, the kind of river that kills fisherman, at least one that I know of. It’s fickle and has a temper, not like the elder rivers where I’m from, that found their channels long ago. The Dean is young and impulsive. This week it has leapt from its banks, coming up six feet the day my group arrived. It has
Read More »Saturday Shoutout / S.C.O.F. 17 DTH
SCOF is back with the 17th issue of southern fried goodness.
#17 is chocked full of attitude with dangerous smallmouth floats, permit videos, redfish flies and lots more. Still my favorite online mag. If you’re not a SCOF reader, get with the program!
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More good stuff is headed your way.
The Orvis Down The Hatch Film festival is on the road with dates in Denver, Nashville and Atlanta. Get your tickets early, they always sell out!
Atlanta Oct 22
Nashville Oct 28
Denver Oct 29
Get the details here.
Read More »Rising Tools, The Best Value In Fly Fishing
There are few products in fly fishing that I’m as excited about as Rising tools.
Everything these guys make is clever, well designed, rugged and flat out cheap! Their nippers, for example, are the best I’ve ever used. Better than $100 nippers and they cost $12! I honestly don’t know how they do it.
I’ve been using Rising tools for the last couple of years. I commonly carry a Rancher, a Crock and nippers. I use them in saltwater and fresh and they all work like the day I got them. I have one of their boat nets and even a flask. Everything you need for a productive day of fishing!
READ MY REVIEW OF RISING TOOLS HERE.
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AND WATCH THIS VIDEO TO SEE WHAT’S NEW FROM RISING.
Read More »Fly Rod Grip – Keep it Consistent
A COMMON MISTAKE THAT I SEE WITH MANY OF MY FIRST TIMERS IS THEY FAIL TO KEEP A CONSISTENT FLY ROD GRIP WHEN THEY’RE FIRST LEARNING HOW TO CAST A FLY ROD.
Without notice, they often shuffle their rod hand around on the cork, which ends up altering their grip slightly from one cast to the next. Probably the most common grip movement I see with my students is they reposition the thumb during the casting stroke. To be more specific, they slide their thumb off the top of the cork to the side of the cork, and it causes problems with casting form, makes it more difficult to abruptly stop the rod at the end of the back cast and forward cast, it seems to make it harder for anglers to feel the fly rod loading, and direct a cast to a designated target. I’m always quick to point out the thumb grip position error, but I’ve yet to come up with an explanation of why it comes up time and time again with my beginners. Perhaps it’s feels more comfortable to them, and maybe when I see the thumb sliding off to the side of the cork I should take it as a clue for me to suggest students to try a true v-grip or palm out fly rod grip instead. Regardless of why it happens or how I proceed with my instruction, the most important point that should be heard loud and clear to all newcomers, is good fly casting form and accurate fly presentation all starts with a fly rod grip that’s consistent from one cast to the next. I like to think of a proper fly rod grip as
Read More »Sunday Classic / Western Fly Guide for Eastern Anglers
I GET ASKED ALL THE TIME BY EASTERN FLY ANGLERS HEADING OUT WEST FOR THE FIRST TIME, WHAT FLY PATTERNS THEY SHOULD STOCK UP ON BEFORE THEY LEAVE.
What percentage of dry flies to wet flies they should pack, what sizes, and should they pack streamers? The questions go on and on. I get most of the email inquiries from eastern anglers that are fixing to make their summer trip out west during the peak of the terrestrial season. For those that know me, you know that I’m the type of fly fisherman that carries gear for every situation on the water at all times, for the simply fact that I can’t stand being under prepared on the water. Here’s the truth though, if I’m making a trip out west during the terrestrial season, I usually lighten my load significantly and I only carrying the fly patterns that I think I’ll be fishing the most. If I’m going to be making a trip WY, MT, ID or CO I’m going to pack less nymphs, more dry flies and streamers. Colorado is a little more tricky, in which nymphs can play a larger roll than the other western states I mentioned, but if you travel their during the peak terrestrial season, my packing suggestions should work just fine.
Why do I lighten my load this time of year, you ask? Because the trout generally are easy to convince to rise to the surface and take a dry fly this time of year, and when they don’t want to rise to the surface, they almost always will devour a streamer. It’s not rocket science, the fish are optimistically looking up since a large portion of their food is found floating on or close to the surface during the summer months.
Let’s say I’m traveling to Jackson, WY in August, which is probably the most popular requested area out west that I receive questions about. Below are the fly patterns I will stock up on.
Dry Fly Box (Go Big, Many of these patterns suck up real estate)
Comments: I always pack a extra plano tackle box to hold all my extra flies. Each evening I will replenish the flies out of this box so I’m stocked up for the next day’s fishing. If I’m not witnessing a hatch or fish taking smaller insects on the water, I generally start first with a big beefy dry fly that floats like a cork. Bigger is usually better this time of year out west. If I only had one dry fly I could take, it would be a Chubby Chernobyl. They grab the attention of fish quickly, and are very good at bringing fish up from the deepest of pools, fast moving water and out from undercut banks. That being said, if the big foam and stacked deer hair isn’t working, don’t be afraid to bench them and tie on a smaller dry fly like a size 12 parachute hopper, 12-14 parachute adams, 12-14 stimulator or a size 14 foam beetle. These have worked wonders for me on some of the smaller tributaries, and they have their place when fish are shying away from big profiled dry flies.
You hear a lot about fishing a hopper/dropper nymph. It works well, but sometimes you can even do better if you opt for tying on a small dry fly or emerger off the back instead. I’ve seen a size 22 bwo emerger off the back of a Chernobyl fool the biggest fish in the river on some of our past trips. Be prepared for PMD and Yellow Sally hatches. And even more importantly, always be ready for spinner falls when your out west. When it happens, trout can become keyed in on them and will ignore all other offerings. Never leave home without a good selection of rusty and trico spinners.
14-10 Parachute Adams
14-10 Orange/Yellow Stimulator
18-12 Tan Elk Hair X-Caddis
14-12 Parachute Purple Haze