Category Archives: Michael Vorhis, Fly Fisher & Author

Ruined For Life – Part I

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

A Chinook Head

I’m ruined. Not from the stock market or some grand jury indictment, but because I’ve tasted the raw power of the Chinook Salmon. Ended up tasting that salmon too, but still it defeated me, because I’ll never be the same. Like the motorcyclist who hops on a volcano-powered Suzuki for the first time or a hardballer who gets ahold of a fastball by sheer luck and thereafter can’t stop himself from swinging for the fences, all I can think of these days is the brutish muscle of the wild Chinook.

So goodbye, beautiful little micro-stream trout dimpling yourselves up to germ-sized mosquitoes just after dawn! You may one day occupy my thoughts again, but today is not that day. When I imagine myself on the stream now, the fantasy is suddenly a serious river, with a rapids below me that roars rather than gurgles, and I’m gripping a surf-casting-length rod in two white-knuckled hands. I’m doing the semaphore-esque gyrations of a spey man, and I’m shooting a T-17 sink tip…whatever the heck that is…farther than a normal man can see. more…

Take It To The Limit

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

It occurred to me in that genius zone between sleep and wakefulness how ridiculous it is to forever seek a false balance in fly design–a balance sought through extreme measures. This quest for the perfect shade of dubbing, the perfect hue of feather, the most endangered creature’s newly sprouted whiskers–we have this silly notion that gentle nuance can be found somewhere in Nature if only we look for it with frenetic haste and a hammer. And so we poke our noses and rake our clumsy hamhocks through the very corners of the globe, deep in the gooey ooze of rainforest marshlands and under rocks that are buried under other rocks that are themselves beneath volcanoes or pinned between slabs of polar ice, hoping to find that which is…moderate, that which is…subtle, that which is…harmonious. more…

Early to the Party

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

At my home river they cut the autumn fishing season off a full month earlier than elsewhere in the state to allow a fall Chinook salmon spawning run to progress undisturbed. They assume mid-November through mid-December to be the spawning season, and so fishing halts a full month early–October 15th–to give the fish a chance. This river is narrow enough to cast across with a decent spey rod, and so the salmon would all be highly accessible to anglers.

But something I’ve learned in my general trout/salmon research is that a spawning run is not so precisely timed–the arrival of fish will chart like a bell curve on the calendar. The great bulk of them may show up within weeks of each other, but there are outliers. I knew for a fact that there are late arrivals when I saw a submarine-sized shape cruise past me three feet from my knees in mid-January last year, long after most of the salmon eggs would have already hatched. And so I reasoned that in early October I was likely to see a few showing up in the river a month early for the party. more…