DocSpotty
05-26-2008, 06:29 PM
It is so easy to get caught up with numbers and size of the finny creatures we fish for, hopefully we don’t miss some of the beauty that surrounds the whole fishing experience (wow…..I must be getting old because this is sounding very weird). Granted in Alaska we do have much less “concrete jungle” than elsewhere but even the “other” species we sometimes catch have great innate beauty.
A few days ago I stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime experience when I was fortunate enough to land a very large king salmon with very light gear…..while looking to catch rainbows or a few dollies. The experience still gets my adrenals going everytime I think about it. This morning I left early to fish the same stretch of water in an attempt to put another king in the freezer…..it was a futile attempt. After a few cloudy days this weekend the sky was crytal clear this morning and a brisk 34 degrees. While driving the 70 miles to the river where I caught the king last week there was a great deal more traffic than usual….everyone getting out for the last day of the Memorial Day weekend. Fully expecting many people fishing this place I was pleasantly surprised to find that, although there were many campers there, I was the only one fishing.
Walking down from parking my vehicle I was heavily perused by the local fish police:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashBaldy.jpg
But he let me pass without opposition. As I was rigging up and getting ready to sidle out within casting range of my favorite seam this view of Mt. McKinley was fantastic looking upstream:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashMcKinley.jpg
BTW….that’s my seam right down from that point where the tree is. I could draw you a very elaborate map of the “secret” logs hiding in this stretch….but why keep you guys from having your own fun.
No sooner had I rigged up then a jet boat comes flying out of the boat launch nearby and anchors in MY SEAM….the audacity of it all….this was MY SEAM….didn’t these guys read the sign? It was quite rude but I chatted with them anyway…the weather was much to beautiful to waste on being cranky. About 45 minutes into wreaking unbearable inflammation on my recently reconstructed (and I believe, now deconstructing…..too much flyfishing) right shoulder the big old streamer stopped midseam. As I reefed back on the flyrod (this time I was prepared….sort of….8wt flyrod, 17.6lbs tippet) a small king wallowed on the surface and immediately took off for open river…….you guessed it, right under by new “buddies” boat (did I mention they anchored it in MY SEAM?) and pop goes the weasel….and my line. Three hours more fishing and nothing. Was making a last swing through MY SEAM (my “buddies” had gone in for lunch) and I had a persistent strike. Hooked the little beast, grossly overmatched with the 8wt and brought in a striking 18” grayling….I find all grayling “striking”. They are absolutely fabulous looking. I took a few photos and kissed him goodbye back into MY SEAM. The pictures of the little guy came out great….the king salmon picture from last week is truly impressive….but my little grayling coloration is much more beautiful:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashGrayling.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashGraylingwRod.jpg
I had a pleasant drive home, just finished writing this and now my lovely wife is clamoring for me to help her plant flowers outside. Oh, the mundane things of life we must endure between our little excursions after God’s wonderful little finny creatures.
Brian
A few days ago I stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime experience when I was fortunate enough to land a very large king salmon with very light gear…..while looking to catch rainbows or a few dollies. The experience still gets my adrenals going everytime I think about it. This morning I left early to fish the same stretch of water in an attempt to put another king in the freezer…..it was a futile attempt. After a few cloudy days this weekend the sky was crytal clear this morning and a brisk 34 degrees. While driving the 70 miles to the river where I caught the king last week there was a great deal more traffic than usual….everyone getting out for the last day of the Memorial Day weekend. Fully expecting many people fishing this place I was pleasantly surprised to find that, although there were many campers there, I was the only one fishing.
Walking down from parking my vehicle I was heavily perused by the local fish police:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashBaldy.jpg
But he let me pass without opposition. As I was rigging up and getting ready to sidle out within casting range of my favorite seam this view of Mt. McKinley was fantastic looking upstream:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashMcKinley.jpg
BTW….that’s my seam right down from that point where the tree is. I could draw you a very elaborate map of the “secret” logs hiding in this stretch….but why keep you guys from having your own fun.
No sooner had I rigged up then a jet boat comes flying out of the boat launch nearby and anchors in MY SEAM….the audacity of it all….this was MY SEAM….didn’t these guys read the sign? It was quite rude but I chatted with them anyway…the weather was much to beautiful to waste on being cranky. About 45 minutes into wreaking unbearable inflammation on my recently reconstructed (and I believe, now deconstructing…..too much flyfishing) right shoulder the big old streamer stopped midseam. As I reefed back on the flyrod (this time I was prepared….sort of….8wt flyrod, 17.6lbs tippet) a small king wallowed on the surface and immediately took off for open river…….you guessed it, right under by new “buddies” boat (did I mention they anchored it in MY SEAM?) and pop goes the weasel….and my line. Three hours more fishing and nothing. Was making a last swing through MY SEAM (my “buddies” had gone in for lunch) and I had a persistent strike. Hooked the little beast, grossly overmatched with the 8wt and brought in a striking 18” grayling….I find all grayling “striking”. They are absolutely fabulous looking. I took a few photos and kissed him goodbye back into MY SEAM. The pictures of the little guy came out great….the king salmon picture from last week is truly impressive….but my little grayling coloration is much more beautiful:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashGrayling.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/KashGraylingwRod.jpg
I had a pleasant drive home, just finished writing this and now my lovely wife is clamoring for me to help her plant flowers outside. Oh, the mundane things of life we must endure between our little excursions after God’s wonderful little finny creatures.
Brian