Yet another mine is being proposed, this time in our own backyard. A Nickel strip mine within the watersheds of the Smith and Illinois rivers. In some of the most pristine habitat for salmonids left in the lower 48. Please take the time to sign a petition and send a letter to the Obama administration to forever protect these watersheds.
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Be good to the fish and they'll be good to you.
Rich
My summer steelhead season starts the same way every year, a solo trip. Expectations are low as there are very few summer-runs in the system but there is always a chance, I'd go even if there wasn't. This is a trip to reconnect with the river after a few months of my "off season". This is one of my favorite trips of the year, not many anglers in their right minds are there and that's what I enjoy about it.
Most of the runs we fish in the summer are un-fishable during the winter. It's like re-uniting with an old friend you have'nt seen in a long time. Memories of fish from summers past haunt as the fly swims through the water "the..., that one that just exploded on the dry beyond the lip, that one porpoising after it compleatly missing and never to be seen again, the one that came for every change never to eat, that one frieght training it and leaving the pool and gone..." and so on. Funny how that old adage holds so true, you remember the ones that get away the most.
After taking a few months off from steelheading, there are definitely insecurities as well. "Will I even remember how to catch one?"
Reel screaming like a banshee trying to keep up with line peeling off into the depths downstream and catching a glimpse of a cartwheeling fish outta the corner of the eye upstream and knowing that's your fish, oh shit!, has to be one of the coolest moments in steelheading.
This time of year, it has to do more with getting extremely lucky. Stepping into the right run at the right time. There are no magic pools, these fish are moving and moving fast. Luck is the name of the game. Catching lightning twice, yeah right, right?
Fishing a gaudy fly, even for me, I got a pluck-pluck and brought the fly back to check it out. Watched it swimming in the water and thought, "that is just too nasty for a fish to eat, can't beleive a trout even tried to." Changed to a more respectable fly of sorts...next cast...
Something happened with this fish that I don't see very often on the North, backing, lots of it. I've never had line escape my reel as fast as with this fish, no hesitation to leave the pool, it was instant. My reel literally smoked like a truck riding the brakes going down a steep pass, you could smell it, the S handle turned itself loose with the speed of the line, and was wobbling around while reeling, making strange noises. My left forearm became useless trying to keep up when she hesitated. Bo was freaking out. Over 200 yards later we tailed her in the shallows.
Anticipation is high for a good run this year. But reality is, is that it's too early to tell, very early...only time will...
On another, more serious note, time is running out to voice your opinion on the Pebble Mine situation.
While never fishing in Bristol Bay myself and not sure if I'll ever get to, I take great comfort in knowing there is a place where a salmon can be a salmon without our interfering with it, as should any fisherman/sportsman/anybody. This mine is for something that we as humans have placed value on, in the bigger picture salmon are invaluable to the earth and our existence. If you've taken the time to read this post, there's no excuse not to comment(it'll take less time to make your voice heard), you'll feel better having done it. If you're not convinced "Pebble" is a bad thing, watch this powerful video by Ryan Peterson then follow this link:
http://capwiz.com/savebristolbay/issues/alert/?alertid=62627501&PROCESS=Take+Action
sea-swallow'd from ryan peterson on Vimeo.
Rich & Bo