Monthly Archives: October 2015

Day Trip – Interuptus

Guest Blogger: Mike Cline, Bozeman, MT

Day Trip Interruptus 1It was a typical morning in my fishing life. I had decided the night before on a destination for an early morning start. Gear—cameras, hat, glasses, etc.—was laid out on the dining room table.

Out in the pickup I’d loaded up the two fly rods I planned to use on the day. The weather had cooled a bit so I would be using my waders and regular wading boots. After reviewing the weather (it wasn’t going to be windy and there’d be light cloudiness) I thought I’d head over to one of my favorite stretches of the Yellowstone. I’d been monitoring the flows over the last month as the river dropped out of run-off and it had reached a level (less than 4000CFS) that would be comfortable with the kayak. According to recent fly shop reports, the Yellowstone had been fishing well. I was ready to go, but had failed to notice some depressing news in last minute fly shop reports. more…

Handling Cloudy Water

Muddy-Waters-in-ZionGuest Blogger: Joe Dellaria

This is hot off the stream. My line has not even dried yet. Yesterday I arrived at the stream and got a big surprise. I had gotten up before sun up to be on the stream early. My intention was to focus on big fish.  The rain gauges at two nearby towns suggested everything would be fine, but it was not. The stream looked like tea with cream. I could see the tops of rocks only 5-7 inches below the water. “Not good” I thought to myself. more…

Fly Fishing the Southern Salish Sea – Part Two

Guest Blogger: Mike Cline, Bozeman, MT

The point at Fort Flagler

The point at Fort Flagler

The kayak trip behind me, I must endure Saturday with the relatives and see one of the last unmarried nieces introduce her boyfriend to the family. But Sunday and Monday are mine. With promising morning tides in mind, I venture off well before dawn to public beaches in parks along the Puget Sound shoreline.

Blake and his guys at the fly shop helped me round out the fly box with some must have flies. With my fast 6 weight in-hand, I headed over to the Olympic Peninsula and north to Port Townsend to the beach at Fort Flagler State Park on an overcast Sunday morning. If it wasn’t insanely crowded, I was going to try for some Pinks along the point at Fort Flagler. At the peak of the bite, there were about a dozen anglers at the point and along the beach. Most were hardware or bait guys, but a few of us were tossing flies. As far as I could tell, most everyone was respectful of each other’s space. more…