I have to hand it to Chris, I fish with some guys who at times seem determined, but he really stuck it through. I think what helped was he got his first bow river trout, a stunning upper bow river brown on a big foam dry fly on the first night, the pressure was already off. The following morning we headed west, to this fabled bull trout river that's now seeing what a northerner like myself and the original Calgary weekend warriors would call too much pressure, largely in part to social media, and the fact that nothing down south is truly a secret anymore. You'll find some things still tucked away but for the most part, boots have already been put to the ground. Again only about a couple hours into the morning Chris stung his first bull trout, a pretty nice bull considering most peoples firsts are rarely ever a mature bull. Huge sigh of relief for me, all these guarantees I had made had already been met.
If you have never been up to our countries north, go. It is something special that will always remain close to my heart; the scenery, the vast open spaces and solitude just seem to cleanse the soul. Going up to Whitehorse, I had the primary objective of landing a lake trout on my fly rod. Unfortunately due to circumstances I was not able to go after these fish until my last weekend there, but was it ever worth it.
Recently, I went on a very short lived stunt of going to the gym. I tell you, exercise is not my thing and I always battle with the constant dilemma of why work out when you can nap? Although I was not big into the gym rat stuff, my buddy who I was going with however lived for the gym. He started bulking and as I discovered more about bodybuilders (although still only just touched the surface) I realized that too get big, you must bulk. This is not far off of what I think fish do. In this blog I will ramble on as to why you see us throwing these 8-12” streamers (most people say they do, pull out a tape and measure your flies) and why we do not only go one for a million casts on god forsakenly large boys but actually catch fish of all size ranges.
There hasn't been much activity through our feeds in the last week, and that really has to do with the season opener, university finals. Yes, constant excuses. April can be totally cruel month if you don't have a general idea on what exactly you're trying to accomplish. Some stretches of river can seem devoid of life forms, others might be stuffed full of fish, but their activity is so limited whether it be the 50km gusts of frosty wind or the ever changing barometer pressure, consistent April days are few and far between.
Well, I'm looking out my front window staring at what looked like, just a week ago, spring in March. Well that has sort of flipped around, like it usually does in Alberta, and now we're faced with another foot of fresh snow. However, temps are on the rise again, looking to hit the mid teens this upcoming week, that snow is likely to pull the Harry Houdini act once again, hopefully this time, for the last time. But I'm not holding my breath. It always seems like the month of march lasts forever, and depending on the weather through April, sometimes it can feel like we have 6 full on months of winter, which simply, sucks.
33. Thirty three days until the official season opener of 2015. For some, 2015 started January 1st. Those in southern Alberta have a few options to shake off the rust throughout winter, that is if their casting arm even accumulates any rust at all. The Bow remains open through the city of Calgary along with multiple other tailwater/outflows, one spring creek in central Alberta and one spring influenced freestone stream in the far southwest corner of the province. There are so few secrets left in the realm of Winter fishing in Alberta.
I can imagine if you're reading this, it wasn’t work that you would be concerned we were late for. The night before we headed out, Jeremie decided to bail and not stay at my house (girl problems I imagine) so I decided to stay up all night with my floor and watch some cricket. If you have never watched cricket before, it is actually intense and makes for a good time. Anyways, 5 am rolls around I still haven’t gone to bed and where’s Jeremie? Still in bed, great. Finally he gets to my place about 5:30 and we head out to pick up the third musketeer. Roll up to Sam’s place, call him and wouldn’t you know it, he’s still in bed. Off to McDonalds and Esso we go while we wait for Sam. We finally get on the road about 6ish, about an hour behind schedule but that’s just the way she goes. The drive was pretty uneventful for me as I just crushed zzz’s.
If you were to take a look at all social media hubs in fly fishing, particularly the sources from western North America, you would notice the increasing popularity of the Bull trout. Recently (in the past 2-3 years), Bull trout have become the "ideal" social media fish. The fact that they can obtain lengths of 3 feet, and have the "trout" in their name (even though they are not true trout) are likely the 2 reasons fly fishing fanatics have become so fixated on the species.
When I got the text from my uncle that we were going fishing, I knew it was bull trout. Since last April when I landed a dink of a bull trout with him, the fire has been growing and this was going to be the trip he got into fish. I was out of school, he got work off, rooms booked and flies the size of my dog, we headed south.