Sunday, June 10, 2018

The Tiger Adventure



This month has been quite the adventure.  A couple trips to the jungle to find tiger trout.  It has been a fun journey to catch these unusual fish.  The tiger trout is a sterile, intergeneric hybrid of the female brown trout and male brook trout.  Tigers are a beautiful fish and when they mature in lakes, can become very large.  Their contorted stripes like a tiger make them unique.  I have fished a certain lake many times, but have always caught the cutthroats in it instead.  Well, I had a tug on my line that just seemed a bit too strong for a cutthroat.   Hello, Mr. Tiger!!



Oh wait!  I didn't hook that guy!  Hahahahaha
This one...


My friend, Whitney, had the winner of this day.
A 24 in beauty!


And Rebeca had fish after fish...  We lost count.




What a most awesome group of friends to fish with...  
And something new was added to my adventures.


The traveling vise!  Haha.  So, after one of the guys started hooking up on a certain bug, I got out the vise at lunchtime...  

BINGO!  


More tigers and more beautiful Colorado cutthroats...

So many fun pictures from this trip...  So, enjoy the vid!


Monday, April 30, 2018

The Mighty Siren Adventure


After a month of recoup from the Three Amigo trip, here we go with the story.  As we always do, the Three Amigos headed up to Montana for a few fishy days at the end of March.  This one ended one day shy of April Fools Day.  (I kind of thought that I should not be on the river with these jokers on that day!)  We had the usual rivers to fish, but there definitely has been a decline in the quanity and quality of a certain river at this time of the year.  As you see in the photo above, Ernie had time for a nap even.  It is what it is.  So, we kind of tossed around the idea of maybe going somewhere "warmer" for our winter trip next year.  We've had enough of the frigid temps in March. 
19 degrees on our last day...

Salt Water 2019???


Our reuniting and just hanging out together for a few days, ranks higher than the actual fishing part of the trip anyway.  I think that it has now been 6 years for our get togethers every month of March.  


Beauty still surrounded us and nothing is more relaxing than seeing this kind of water.


My favorite fish of the trip came after the guys wanted to head downstream and I went up...  Well, what can I say???  Follow, follow, me!!!  =)


Easter landed on April Fools Day this year.  That was kind of weird.  But, we all decided to go home for Easter and head out a day early.   Yes, I made these good sports hold Easter egg doughnuts...  Haha


Montana is a quiet and breathtaking type of place.  "Big Sky Country" they call it.  You can appreciate the big open spaces of beautiful sky throughout most of the state.  I love it.


Maynard didn't find it so quiet in his hotel room with the other amigos...  Can you say "earplugs"???  Heehee


And at 10 pm, Dillon's finest decided to turn on the blaring town fire alarm... Maybe we should call it more of a "Mighty Siren" for the volunteer fire dept.!!!  You could hear it for 30 miles I bet!


And of course, I had fallen asleep for like thirty minutes and when the siren went off, I found myself falling out of bed and onto the floor.  Whoa, what is that siren???  I looked out the window and it didn't seem to be the hotel on fire.  So, back to bed I went.  =)  

And that was about the most exciting part of the trip... Hahahahahahaha

There were enough fish for everyone and enough laughs about the meals we had in town to make it another memorable adventure.  These guys are more than friends, they are my brothers...  I would trust them with my life, in fact.  
Enjoy the video.  Till 2019... 3,4,5 Amigos, out!


Sunday, March 18, 2018

St. Paddy's Fishing Day ~ Sunday Tippets, Damsel Style



On the road at 5:30 a.m. to head to some trout waters.  St. Patrick's Day... A day that we are all Irish!  Haha


Now, come on!!! 30% of snow means that the weather has a chance to mess with your day.  But, on the bright side, it's warmer when its snowing.  Right?  


Ok!  Let's do this!


I'm happier now...


My buddy's turn for a nice catch.


And a little chromer wannabe for the Damsel!


So glad that I stayed up late to tie some flies...


A cold, windchill of a day.  But, it was a good day catching.  Maybe it had something to do with having the luck of the Irish...  I did wear my four leaf clover hat...



~Sunday Tippets~

A few fun facts about St. Paddy's Day.

It's my oldest daughter's birthday!  She just wanted a birthday cake each year with a leprechaun and a pot of gold on it!

The shamrock was originally a three leaf clover and according to legend, was used by St. Patrick to explain the Trinity.

In 1962, city officials of Chicago decided to dye a portion of the Chicago river green as a yearly tradition.  They did it again this year.  40 lbs of green dye in a quarter mile stretch of the river.  (We have a Green River in Utah that we don't need to dye... )


Corned beef and cabbage is an Irish American dish.
Irish Americans who immigrated from Ireland were very poor and this was a meal that was the most affordable at the time.  It has become a staple for the holiday ever since.  (If they could only see the price per lb. now!!)


So, St. Patrick's day has come and gone.  But, not without a crock pot meal of corned beef and cabbage.  Darn, it was so good that there are not any leftovers to make corned beef hash.  I guess it's the protein shake again for breakfast.  = )  That is a serving plate to feed 4 by the way. Hahahaha

Enjoy your week.



Thursday, February 22, 2018

BUGGED...

To buy or to tie?  Ahhh, the question that fly fishers ask themselves when starting their fly fishing adventure.  So, you decide that you don't have the time of day to even start such a hobby.  So, you buy your dozen at a time at the local fly shop.  You do this for a year or so and then a friend says that midges are so easy!  You should at least tie those and some easy patterns and save some money...  



So, you buy your starter vise and start tying midges.  Then, it's sow bugs.  Then it's...  Wait a minute!  You now have a drawer full of hooks and beads.  And another drawer of dubbing packages and chenille!




Thread and wire is sitting pretty on the spool rack.  Fur, feathers, and plastic eyes.  It's starting to look like Hobby Lobby.  Is this what you weren't going to get yourself into???  Yup.




Welcome to my world.  The world that seems a bit more exciting when a fish is caught on a fly you tied up.  BUT...  Don't fool yourself into thinking that this will only be one or two patterns that you are going to tie and that's where it stops.  It's like a runaway freight train.  You can't get off.  The Fly Fish Food videos keep coming up on your laptop or phone enticing you to go back to the fly shop to buy one more thing so you can tie that new bug to catch your next fish.  No, it's not going to save you money either.   I've heard that story. 
 But, it's a hoot.




Ahhh, you are now caught in the never ending world of fly tying.  No worries.  There are worse past times.  I'm sure of it!  Haha. 



It's all about the bugs.  Ask any fly fisher.  Sure you can fool the dummest fish with a bad fly.  (Those are most of my ties)  But, the closer you get to what the fish is eating, the better off you will be.  The little guys seem to be less picky.  They haven't seen too many hooks yet.  =)



But, if you want one of these guys...  The fly needs to be the right size, color and variety most of the time.  Then, its up to you to get it in front of their face!  Haha.



So, to add to my amusement of fly tying, I found a group of friends who have coordinated a fly tying night.  Yes, it's the Tuesday Fly Tying Taco Night... We gather at someone's house, make tacos, burritos, eggplant appetizers... Are you hungry yet?  I have actually learned new taco recipes.  Hey, it's way better than the taco truck!  = ) 



I usually come away with a new pattern or two and everyone is more than happy to share their tying talents.  Fun conversation between fly fishing crazies.  What's better than that?  Thank you Aaron for bringing us together.  It's been a blast.




My diet has suffered a slight setback since I joined though.  Wonder why...  Lol.  I have learned to eat a tiny lunch on Tuesdays.  =)


So, Rebecca, taught me something recently.  If your first tie doesn't come out all that hot, write down the problems with it.  Then methodically put together another one and improve
 those things.  I couldn't believe how much better my 
second bug was...


A special thanks to my friend, Mike, too... He has been a huge help with my learning curve to this tying endeavor!  

So, whether you buy or tie...  Just get out there and have some fun.  That is what fly fishing is all about.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

A Step Behind...


So, Howard has called me out.  He says that it's time for a blog post.  I have lots of excuses. But mostly, this winter has consisted of a few cold outings to lakes and rivers without much fanfare. 



 A fish here and there and a cup of hot chocolate waiting for me when I get home.  
  

December and January are always challenging fishing months. 

First, to find lakes with open water or rivers with deep pools and possibly a midge hatch to fill up a winter's day.  Second, to find fish that are willing to move a little in their deeper winter homes.


Today started a little later than usual.  Waking up early to meet up with friends, my body just wasn't wanting to move.  So, I sat down to tie a few flies.  Then, I threw a batch of cookies in the oven.  I figured that I might as well have some trail food for my friends.  I then started packing my gear.  It was 9:00 am.  I was supposed to meet up at 8.  Well, better late than never, I guess.  But, I was still feeling a step behind the whole way.  Maybe the fresh 
air would do me good.


It was fishing.  Not catching.  And the still air had no sounds of fish rising.  It happens. Sometimes you have to dig down deep to get what you are after.  A stick of TNT might have helped.  Just kidding.  At least there wasn't any wind... Ha!  So, fishing became more like casting practice.  I casted out, waited ten seconds for the weighted wooley bugger to drop, strip... strip... strip.  Wait a few seconds.  Strip, strip, strip.  Repeat.  


Then, all of a sudden, a grab of my fly and poof!  I stood there dumbfounded as to why I didn't set that hook!  Was I asleep?  I guess so...  There wasn't a fish to the net.  There wasn't a streamer at the end of my line either.  All that was left was a River Damsel standing alone shaking her head for having slow reflexes on this cold winter day...  

Sometimes it is better to stay in bed.  =)