Sturgeon Fishing on the Fraser!

6 07 2005

My friend Tim is getting married on July 16th.  That leaves precious little time left to be a bachelor.  We (Kim and I) thought about having the standard bachelor party – drinking, strip club etc – but we decided that he’d get better memories from a day of guided fishing for sturgeon on the Fraser.  \

The challenge, of course, was that today was a work day.  Last night when Tim went to bed, he did so thinking that today would be like many others:  drag yourself out of bed, shower, breakfast, go to work.  This morning at 0600 he got a surprise.  Two of his buddies banging on his bedroom door yelling “Get up! You’re not going to work today!  You’re going fishing!”  Nothing like utter confusion to shock a guy awake.   He was up and showered in 10 minutes, and even managed to get some beer in a cooler.  Impressive.  We were on our way.  The fascinating thing about being up and driving at 0630 is realizing all the poor schmucks that have to be driving to work at that time.  And the traffic!  Boy, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that.  A pit stop in Pitt Meadows got us our coffee, and bagels for breakfast, and then we hauled out to Mission, where our guide Randy, from Ultimate SportFishing met up with us at 0800.  We loaded up onto his very nice boat, and started heading up river to the first “Sturgie Hole”.  The weather was looking a bit gloomy, but we had jackets and hats, and didn’t care.  We were going sturgeon fishing!

We get up to the first spot, and many fish are sounding on the bottom – sturgeon.  Good!  We get the rods out in the water with Eulachons, and some good stinky roe, and then wait with a heron sitting watching us from shore.  Soon one rod starts the “tap tap tap” game.  Randy springs to action to be ready for the hook set.   “tap tap tap”….. Gone.  Doh!  This goes on for quite a little while, but alas no takers in this hole.  Unfortunate.  It looked really good on the sounder.  We leave, and the heron still sits there and continues his fishing – probably more successful than we are.

We move down river throughout the day, and try various spots.  Around lunch time we settle into a spot, and two of the rods are tapping.   Kim grabbed one rod, and Randy the other.  tap tap tap….pullllllllll.   HOOK SET!!!!   Kim plants it into that sucker!  Fish on!  Tim takes the rod (first fish was to be Tim’s) and he works the fish.  it rolls near  the surface, and then gives a few short runs.   Tim works it in towards the boat, and the first sturgeon is in the boat.  Measuring around 3 feet, Tim looks good with his fish.

We rebait the hooks, and send them out again.  lots of little taps, but not much.  Then….tap tap tap……tap tap tap.  I grab the rod, and prepare for the set.  tap tap tap…..pulllllll  Hook Set!  Slack.  Did I miss it?  Suddenly the slack veers left, and I shout “Fish On!”  This one is bigger.  It’s making its own path in the river.  It starts to run down river, and there’s not a thing I can do to stop it.  It’s just going the other way.  I let everyone know what’s going on, and then suddenly my reel stopped letting out line.  I look down – line jam!  It had bitten into the layer below, and wasn’t letting go.  The fish was pulling harder and harder, and I was trying to reach the rod further down river to see if it would decide that it wasn’t so bad, and turn around.  No luck.  I had to start leaning back a bit to bring it back upstream.  One little lean back and “Ping!”  slack.  I fell back, and looked down river to see a sturgeon of approximately 4.5 feet roll at the surface as if to say “Goodbye, better luck next time!”.   I was crushed, but at the same time thrilled to have been able to have one at the end of the line. 

For the rest of the day, we had taps here and there, but no more hookups. It was too bad, since I wanted Kim to have had the chance to play one of these prehistoric fish as well.  As anything that is limited, the time went by too quickly, and the day was done.  Randy had given us a great day of fishing, and some good stories to talk about.  What’s a fishing trip without a story about the “One that got away”?   Tim will have better memories than a hangover for his pre-wedding “party”, and we’ll all have memories of being right next to one of the marvels of the Fraser River – the white sturgeon.

Now – it’s back to work.





Fish For the Future

21 06 2005

Two happy fishermen at the Fish for the Future Event….the little girl in pink wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with her fish.  She later waved bye-bye to it, and let it go in the river (which most everyone did with their fish)

Last Saturday, I figured I’d go and help out at the Fish for the Future event down at Steveston – London’s Landing to be precise.   Wow….  After getting there at 0900, it was pretty much non-stop activity until I had to go at 1500 (unfortunately not able to help clean up – Sorry Rod), and head off to a wedding.

I’ve found one blog that has a 1st person view on the event – glad to see it was enjoyed.  From what I could see on the people’s faces that fished for their first time (or first time as an adult), I knew they had a good time, but it really is special to read about how it affected people.

There are many more pictures here.

And a discussion of the event here, from a volunteering standpoint.

It was great.  We had about 300 people come through, and hopefully next year, with more booths, we will be able to have more people.  I fear that the little dock can’t handle any more fishermen though, so we might have to limit time spent with rods, to ensure equal opportunity to all.

Thanks Rod for putting it on!





Fish For the Future

21 06 2005

Two happy fishermen at the Fish for the Future Event….the little girl in pink wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with her fish.  She later waved bye-bye to it, and let it go in the river (which most everyone did with their fish)

Last Saturday, I figured I’d go and help out at the Fish for the Future event down at Steveston – London’s Landing to be precise.   Wow….  After getting there at 0900, it was pretty much non-stop activity until I had to go at 1500 (unfortunately not able to help clean up – Sorry Rod), and head off to a wedding.

I’ve found one blog that has a 1st person view on the event – glad to see it was enjoyed.  From what I could see on the people’s faces that fished for their first time (or first time as an adult), I knew they had a good time, but it really is special to read about how it affected people.

There are many more pictures here.

And a discussion of the event here, from a volunteering standpoint.

It was great.  We had about 300 people come through, and hopefully next year, with more booths, we will be able to have more people.  I fear that the little dock can’t handle any more fishermen though, so we might have to limit time spent with rods, to ensure equal opportunity to all.

Thanks Rod for putting it on!





3 days of GREAT Trout fishing up by Clearwater BC

6 06 2005

We left Vancouver at 00:30 and drove through the night.  We arrived at the base of the logging road to camp at about 0630.  Someone had forgotten to purchase their license so we had to wait for the gas station to open so that we could buy one 😦

After that we got up top camp at about 0930, and got settled in, and started fishing.  I got out on the nearest lake, and one of the guys was spincasting a spin ‘n glow.  He was hitting fish almost every cast.  I was concerned that me and my fly gear would get skunked.   After I got out of the lily pad section, I was surprised that “Yes, I can catch fish on the fly!”  I caught quite a few!  I skipped breakfast, and missed lunch, and only came back in when it poured so hard that the rain was bouncing off the lake, and back into the boat 😦  I got drenched.  The excuse to come back in was good, as I took a 1 hour nap to refresh, since I’d only had 30 minutes of sleep the night before in the truck.  After that, it was right back out again.  I was getting fish on a floating line with 9ft leader, and red Doc Spratleys.  Fish were averaging about 10-12″ with some in the 16’s.  It wa great.  After dinner I went back out, and fished until after sunset, and since I was alone in the boat, I just put a worm down on a hook hanging 6’ below the boat.  The worm outfished the fly 4 to 0 in the evening – Probably because as it got darker it was harder to aim my casts to avoid lily pads with the fly.

The next morning, I was out on the lake at 0500, and had 8 nice fish to the boat by breakfast. the biggest probably 16″.  What was really exciting was when I saw a few mayflies around I figured I’d try a mayfly on the surface, and 3 casts produced 3 strikes on the surface instantly on contact!  Wow!!!  That is FUN!

Since there was another lake that apparently was producing nicer – more chrome – fish, just 10 minutes walk away, I figured I’d give that a try on Saturday. “Troll a full sink type VI with a black leach or red Carey VERY slowly” they told me.  The other two boats were catching nice 16-18″ footballs, but me – nada.  I caught one little 6″ fish and ended up with sunburned knees from sitting in the boat trying to row either against the brutal wind, or slow it down when I was going WITH the wind.  Obviously my rowing speed was not what the fish wanted 😦  This fish had now earned the nickname “No Fish Lake” from me.  The others had some VERY nice fish, but nothing for me.

I went back to to the lake by the lodge at about 1400, and armed with sunscreen and long pants, figured I had to do better on the this lake.  One of our fishing partners told me there was one spot where he could hardly keep them off his hook, and that I should try there.  “OK”.   Well,  5 casts: 5 fish.  I say “I can probably get 50 fish today before dinner, just fishing here.”  Sure enough, I managed to hook and release the 50th fish, just one cast before the dinner bell!  Wow!  tired arms.  These fish were hitting ANYTHING.  My black leach was down to being just a bare hook with a couple strands of wool, and they were STILL smashing it!  This lake got the nickname “Stupid Fish Lake”.   No fishing for me after dinner.  I had certainly had my highest catch day of fish in my trout fishing life.

Sunday morning was the last morning, and I figured, I’d do a bit of photography as well, since we had seen a loon around the lake all the time, and every morning a moose or two would stroll in the marsh at the edge of the lake.  I wasn’t disappointed – Moose and Loon.  Great stuff.  Morning fishing was OK.  About 10 fish to the boat before breakfast.  After breakfast, one of the successful fishermen from “No Fish Lake” offered to row for me, and help me out over there.  We went, and in 3 hours ended up with 12 fish on between the two of us.   Wow!  There WERE fish in this lake after all.   What a great end to the trip!

Stupid Fish Lake:  Stream fed lake, tea colour water, with approx 80% lilly cover.  Channels of clear surface, limited where you could fish. Lake was 18′ deep at the deepest. Mostly 8′ feet deep.

No Fish Lake:  Spring fed lake, crystal clear water – could see fish on hook approx 25′ below.  No vegetation cover.  Used be an old volcanic vent.  Deepest part was unsounded apparently.  40′ deep just 5-10 ft off the shore.

The lakes are surrounded by the lodge property, and hence are, for the most part private.  There may be some public access, but the shores are inaccessible due to brush on the public side.

pics to follow after I filter them down a bit.

Here’s the lodge: http://www.moosecampfishingresort.com/

Edit: Pictures Now available here





My first fish on the fly!

30 04 2005

I caught my first fish on the fly today!  For that matter, I caught 5!

I got out of the house at 0800, and zipped along Lougheed highway.  I made a pit stop at the Tim’s in Pitt Meadows for breakfast, and to get my Turkey Bacon Club for lunch.  Then it was off again.  Traffic was super light, so it was easy to cruise.  I made it to the Morris Valley road quickly.  Then, it was up the winding road.  I noticed that the marsh land at the base of the Chehalis was quite high.  Freshet is certainly starting up.  The Ducks Unlimited sign was half under water.  There would be no herons to see fishing today 😦 

The dirt part of the Harrison West road was really dry.  The trees all had a caking of brown, and the dust was rising up as if there were a herd of elephants running behind me.  Unfortunately, this meant that I had to keep my windows closed to keep from being choked by other passing vehicles.  As I passed the Wolf Lake Forest Service site, I thought of those poor people that were camping right next to the road.  They must be breathing in pounds of dust!  Yeach!   The turn for my lake came around KM7 on the road.  Up the road I went.  It’s a small road, and the trees shade it well, so it’s a bit cooler than the main road, and of course, since it’s cooler, it’s a bit more moist, so the dust isn’t a problem.  I continued up the road, turning, weaving, avoiding branches and fallen rocks, and switchbacking my way up to the lake.

As I arrived at the lake, I wondered how many others would be there today.  Last time, there were 4 other trucks.  A veritable parking lot!  I arrived to find one truck unloading a boat, and one group camping.  Perfect.  I unloaded all my gear and was glad that this time I had made sure that I had everything before leaving home (last time I forgot my flies).  I pumped up the boat, and was bothered by lots of little flies.  This was probably the first time that I had actually thought to myself, “Good, I wonder what type of fly they are.” rather than “Go away!” 

I launched without incident, and rowed to the other end of the little lake.  Once I had found “My Spot”, I dropped anchor (12lb downrigger ball), and proceeded to try to cast a fly.  Of course I was hampered by 2 things.  1)  I had no idea what kind of fly would work.  And 2) I can’t really cast very well.  Actually I suck at casting.   “Oh well”, I said to myself, “I’m here to learn how to flyfish and flycast.  It’s not critical that I catch anything.” 

After about 45 minutes of dodging my outgoing fly, and trying to cast more than 10 feet, I decided to change flies.  You know it HAD to be the fly, not my casting that was causing me grief!   The other guys on the lake said they were using a “black Doc Spratley“ Uh…sure.  I didn’t know Doc Spratley from Doc Holliday, so I was at a bit of a loss.  I did however have a big black leech.  After changing to a black leech, and casting a whole lot more, I finally felt a tug on my line.  I was so excited, I launched my line clear across my boat over into the water on the other side.  I bet the fish had never seen a leech move so fast in his life 🙂  More casting, more nothing.  The guys that were trolling around came back over and said “Maybe try something red – they’ve got red stuff in their stomach”  Ah….I had something red.  I changed, and then cast.  Wham!!! first cast – “Fish on!”  and a hearty yeeehaw from me!  I brought a nice 12” rainbow to the boat and then let it go so that it could go and make some other fisherman happy.   The guys that had given me the advice, came back over, and asked “What did you catch it on?”  Of course I had no idea.  I described it as red with a silver candy cane stripe.  The guys laughed.  Apparently I was using a red Doc Spratley….Well, whaddayaknow!  I kept casting, but I had no more luck….hmm.  I opened my fly box, and inside, I had 3 black Doc Spratelys!  I tied one up, and after about 4 casts that went nowhere, I had a nice long cast to an area near an outsticking log.  Strip, strip, strip….tug.  Tug! Pull!  Fish!!!  Another one!  It turned out to be a bigger fish, around 14” and beautiful as well.  Off it went!  Another 10 casts or so, and this time it was a Bang!  This fish WANTED that fly!  For my 3rd fish, I brought in a smaller 10” ‘bow.  The nice silver candy cane had come unfurled from my “goto fly”, so I had to retire it.  I went with my next one.  It was a bit bigger in the head, so I didn’t know if would work as well.  Tie it up…nice cast…  strip, strip, Bam!  Hook set!  No fish 😦  No Hook!  just a little telltale pigtail on the end of my tippet pointing out that in my hast to retie my fly, I didn’t do a good job.   The fishing dropped off for the next couple of hours, so I enjoyed lunch, and slept in the boat for a bit (yes, fishing tends to be REALLY slow when you’re sleeping!)  After being refreshed by some light sprinkles of rain, I was back at it with my 3rd Doc.   Shortly afterwards, there were 2 more fish to the boat.  What a great day!

Around 1600 I got out of the lake, and packed up.  What I had expected to be a day of “practice” actually turned into success. I had a smile for the drive home, and a bit more of a bounce in my step.  I can now go to bed happy.  You can see my fish here.





Thousands of salmon missing from Columbia River

18 04 2005

Unknown Country reports on the missing 1000’s of adult Chinook from the Columbia river.  What happened?  What’s happening?   Has the constant destruction of habitat, and ocean fishery of the species brought it to near collapse?  Couldn’t be the MONSTROUS damns on the Columbia and the Snake?  It’s so bad, that scientists are scaring away sea lions from the Bonneville damn trying to protect staging fish.

You know you have problems with your fish management when you have to barge down juveniles, to try to keep them from becoming fish puree in the damn turbines.

Soon, we’ll be out of fish, but boy will we have lots of hydro power 😦





Salmon Fraud! Farmed Fish being passed off as Wild!

11 04 2005

From the Book of Joe:

In a story in the New York Times, it has been exposed that 23 of 25 fish sellers were marketing FARMED salmon as Wild!





Great Site for Knot Diagrams and Instructions

18 02 2005

Can’t remember how to tie a surgeon’s knot?  A nail knot?  Albright?  No problem! 

This site has got some nice simple diagrams,  and explanations that help visualize the knots!

Fishing, Outdoor, Boating, and Paddling knots each with their own section.





New polymer allows fishing line to change colours if stressed

16 02 2005

Case Western University researchers have developed a polymer which will cause line to glow different colours under UV, depending on how much stress it has had:

Nylon fishing line is designed to have some stretch. But pull on it too hard – when fighting a large fish, for example, or trying to get loose from a snag – and it can reach the point of “non-recoverable deformation” at which it becomes seriously weakened.

Here’s the new polymer info:

a type of polymer called a phenylene vinylene oligomer, which fluoresces under ultraviolet light. Crucially, the colour of the light it gives off changes depending on the mechanical stress the molecule has been subjected to.

So, hopefully the next time you hook the big one, it won’t snap off on you 🙂





Fishing the Fraser – The recreational Fisherman’s Point of View

4 08 2004

I’ve been fishing the Fraser River for the past 3 years for Sockeye in what is known as a “Floss” Fishery.  (see the Q/A part regarding “Flossing”)  It’s fun, it’s very crowded at times and you really need to be a social person.  Some days you are casting while standing 6 feet away from your neighbour!  Obviously you’ve got to be fairly aware of where your hook is, or it’s OUCH! time.

Our recreational opportunity has recently been about 3 weeks long, and has generally closed with fairly short notice, as soon as DFO (FOC)  feels that a threatened species of salmon are entering the river, in an attempt to protect them.  Fair enough.  Of course, recreational fishermen aren’t the only ones that want the firm tasty meat that Sockeye have, but also the Commercial fishing sector, and our First Nations people who claim a ceremonial and food right to fish.

What we’ve run into now, is the fact that the First Nations and the Commercial Fishermen are each fighting hard to get as many fish as they can, since they have such a short time in which to harvest this lucrative resource.  The Commercial fishermen must earn almost all their yearly income during this short time, so they need to get what they can, while they can.  Like a sprint to money falling from the sky.  The First Nations, on the other hand, feel that they have been betrayed in their dealings with DFO/FOC and have been taking many more fish that actually needed for their food/ceremonial purposes, and have been selling them on the side 😦 

After the fish have passed through this gamut of nets, then we, the recreational anglers get a shot.  If there has been an opening, you can count on there being almost no fish moving up the river in a plug of “emptiness”, until the opening closes, and enough time passes for new fish to move in.  When there are fish, we can do a reasonable job at catching fish using our flossing technique.  In whole numbers we suck at harvesting….from

http://www.gulftrollers.com/News/SportPresentation.htm

The 2002 in-river recreational Sockeye catch was the highest ever recorded at 122,000 fish. This translates into 0.008% of the total run and 2% of the Canadian Commercial TAC. In fact the only two Canadian fisheries in 2002 that caught less Fraser Sockeye than the in-river recreational fishery were the Albion Chinook Test Fishery and the marine recreational fishery.

We can see that we get 8/1000 of 1% of the fish.  Gadz, it’s not like we’re slaying them.  Now, due to the pressure of the commercial and native nets, we’re seeing even less, since hardly a day goes by during this sockeye opening, that doesn’t have either a commecial, commercial native, ceremonial native, or illegal poaching opening to consume the stocks.   This pressure is causing the fish available to the recreational anglers to be drastically reduced.  This, in turn is causing fighting within the recreational angling community – MY community.  I may be a relatively newcomer to recreational fishing here in BC, but I love it, and I wish that we would be more “united”, like the commercials are, or like the natives.  Unfortunately, we aren’t simply in it for money, so we don’t really have a unifying rallying call to get us to coalesce.  Perhaps DFO/FOC’s latest allowance of driftnet fishing on the Fraser will bring us together.  Hell!  We all care about these fish.  We all want to catch some.  We all want to have fun, and a challenge.  Why can’t we, the recreational angler get a fair shake too, rather than be left at the end of the “bread line”?  Come on DFO!  Stand up to these illegal actions and make them stop, instead of making them law.  Have some backbone!

Thanks for reading the rant.  Tough week for Fraser Sockeye.





Fish, Catch, Package, Fly – End up Fishless

6 07 2004

 

Some poor guy from Washington state had fourty (40) halibut fillets stolen from his luggage!  The airline industry can’t even protect fish – never mind explosives and other nasty stuff!  Yikes!

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/ap/20040706/ap_on_re_us/fishy_luggage





Fishing on the Fraser – Canada Day, July 1, 2004

4 07 2004

With my busy schedule these last days, I forgot to blog about my Canada Day fishing on the Fraser with Mrs. DragonSpeed and my buddy Tim.

We left home at 0730 and ran smack into the caravan of traffic leaving the city on Highway 1.  Holy crap – there were times that I think I could have got out and pushed to go faster.  Well, we stopped at the Watcom Rd. Tim H’s and ordered 40 timbits, 3 sandwiches, and 3 coffees.  The lady kindly pointed out that if we ordered three donuts, the whole thing would actually be cheaper – ah the logic.  So, we ordered our 3 donuts, got our sandwiches and coffee, and continued out to the river.  About 30 minutes later we arrived at “Laidlaw Bar” and we got all our gear ready.  Chairs, pop, barley pop, donuts, sandwiches, fishing rods, tackle, etc. As we were doing this, my buddy Tony comes out from the bar.  It’s like shift change. 🙂  He got there at 0400 and was leaving at 0930, unfortunately with no fish. Our turn.  Wade across the side channel.  Not bad.  Up to my crotch.  Of course, I looked back, and that meant that it was up to Mrs D’s belly button.  She had visions of floating down the Fraser. No fear, she’s still with us.  Tim, not being an overly tall guy had the water up pretty high on him too, but he kept everything dry!

Upon arrival at the bar, there were about 20 people below us.  We decided to stay at the upper end of the bar, since Mrs D. was new to this kind of fishing(bottomo bouncing flossing), and we didn’t want to tangle up with every one else.  We found out why everyone else was down below. It was VERY snaggy up where we were, and we lost quite a bit of gear, until we moved down a bit.  It still was snaggy, but not as much.   I was using new “Tuff Line XP” 50lb strength, and it seemed to abrade pretty quickly, which resulted in more bettys lost than on any of my previous outings.  I’m going to have to do something to minimize this, or this summer will be pretty pricey!  We had no action for quite some time.  And at about 1300 decided to stop and have lunch.  At this point, Tim asked “Where are the timbits?”  After some reflection we all decided that we had never picked them up after paying for them – DOH!  Oh well, lesson learned.  After lunch, I had something on for about 2 head shakes, but then it was gone.  Other than that, nothing for us.  A gentleman above us had a 6-7lb fish almost to the beach but it spit his hook, and left him looking.  I think it was a sockeye anyway.  I heard him telling his female fishing partner that it was DEFINITELY a spring.  Sure.

At 1430 we wrapped it up, and headed home in very light traffic.  something about 5 hours in the sun and wind just makes you SO tired.  We had to stop and get a slurpee to keep from falling asleep.  When we got home, it was a quick rinse for everything, me included, and then crash until dinner.  Of course, I get back, and read the FWR forum, and find out that half the guys below us were from this forum, and would have welcomed us.  Doh!  Just goes to show you never know what’s out there. 

All in all a good Canada Day.  No fish, but good friends, and nice weather!  I don’t know when I’ll get on the river next, but I can’t wait!





Here’s a Fish Story for ya.

30 06 2004

Some 14yr old kid got dragged around the ocean by a 53lb bass, while he was fishing from his kayak! 

Thanks to Metafilter for the link





Targetting the Female Angler

6 06 2004

Why don’t fishing shops cater to the smaller or the female angler? I’ve tried to find stuff for Mrs DragonSpeed, and been stumped a couple of times. Seems like all clothing comes in L->XXXXXL 😦 She’s an “S” Most recently I was looking at neoprene gloves (Rhino) at a store, and all they had were L-> in the “fingered” version and M-> in the fingerless version. No gloves for her == no gloves for me. 😦 Before that it was shirts. We ended up special ordering them in via West Coast Tackle (thanks Bonnie and Brian) but it’s a bit of a PITA. I realise it isn’t a HUGE market, but it’s just going to STAY small if retailers don’t realise that a lot of the spending money is held by the XX chromosonal ones these days. Plus it’s much easier to justify a purchase for yourself, if you’re getting the same thing for your wife.





Well, it Looks Like We’ll Have More Springs and Some Sockeye Coming in This Year

31 05 2004

FOC has released their estimate for the upcoming salmon season.  As usual, a bit “safe”.  We’ll have to wait and see what comes of the year as it progresses.

Thanks to Fishing with Rod for the lead.





My Sockeye Salmon Supply is all Gone

25 05 2004

We had my Aunt, Uncle and cousin over for dinner last night.  It was probably only the 3rd time in the last 4 years of marriage that I got to break out the good crystal!   We had Wild Sockeye fillets, steamed with lemon and onion slices, along with sauteed mushrooms, green and red peppers, and snow peas.  A Gray Monk Pinot Blanc went with the meal, and the whole thing was topped off with bumbleberry pie, and coffee with Baileys

I really DO enjoy living out here in Vancouver.

Comments always welcome.





Got out to Deer Lake (Sasquatch Provincial Park) for some trout action with the Mrs. today

23 05 2004

Got out of the house around 830/0900 😦  Mrs DragonSpeed was pretty tired, and so slept in a bit.  Oh well.  We got out, and it was a pleasure cruising up the highway in the new Tundra – Smooth, and quiet for a change!  We almost hit the last turn for the lake (and Sasquatch Provincial Park)and realized we had forgotten the worms.  Quick pit stop.  Lucky us, they had them.  Not the liveliest critters, but better than nothing 🙂 Got on the lake at 1030/1100.  My luck the wind was blowing towards the launch.

Row, row, row. paddle, paddle paddle.  Whew… 2/3’s down the lake, we rig up along the right shore (looking from launch – sorry not sure of direction) and start casting, and let the wind blow us back to the launch.  Well, after about 20 minutes of drifting, Mrs Dragonspeed nails a little cuttie!  Cute, pic (film 😦 ) and back into the lake.

Another 10 minutes of drifting, and we’re back at shore – a good thing, since I had been a bit under enthusiastic pumping up the boat, and it needed a couple more shots, to bring it back to full oomph.

So, boat repumped, we headed up lake again.

Row, row, row…..you get the idea.  Finally we got to the end and beached near a creek flowing in to the lake towards the left of the end.  We got out and enjoyed the classic Subway food for lunch.  The sub seemed so big when we got it, but it dissappeared in seconds 😦   We did quite a bit of beach casting for the next couple of hours, and between us had about 10 fish to hand, ranging from 2” to 16”+ and about as many not brought in.  We only kept the one big one, since we figured the others might have a chance to grow up and become real fish one day 🙂

After that, it was back in the boat, and let the wind blow us down lake again, casting, drifting, hanging out.  Perfect.  A little short sunshower was all that interupted a beautiful day out, with the temperatures in the low 20’s and variable sun and cloud.

We got back to the truck at around 1645 and headed back to Vancouver.  That trout smells mighty fine cooking now. 

The whole slide show available thanks to George at http://www.slacker.ca/brian/Webpics/Showpix.aspx?20040523Fish

addendum (2004/06/02):  The Mrs. DragonSpeed and her fish:

fishing trout rainbow





Fishing on St. Mary’s Lake on Saltspring Island

20 05 2004

Went fishing at St. Mary’s Lake on Saltspring Island last weekend.

Did some fishing, and relaxing.  Generally a good time.

Photo journal of the trip








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