Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Micro Rainbows on the Clavey

With Ally booked onto a work trip and still bit by the bug from the recent visit to New Brunswick, I made some plans to head out into Desolation Wilderness to follow up on a hot tip of a cold spring creek that pulled trout from a backcountry lake. As luck would have it, I broke a toe a few days prior to the backpack trip, so I had to let the permit go and look for an alternate less foot intensive option.

Having fished on the Tuolumne in years past I was interested to check out the Clavey river, out West of Yosemite. The Clavey is a small tributary of the Toulumne, and at the confluence lies the infamous class IV rapid, Clavey Falls, that put the fear in Brian and I last year. Upstream on the Clavey things are much more tame – especially in late July after all the runoff has cleared through.

Over three days, I fished the river in four spots, from it’s headwaters of Bell Creek in Bell Meadows to the more popular bridge access on Cottonwood road. After I returned home, I learned of one additional access further down river, but will have to save that for another trip. Other than the willingness of copious numbers of small trout to take dry’s, the thing that makes the river so special is that the fish are more or less untouched by hatcheries, planting and cross breading. These small rainbows are about as close to native as you will find out there. Most fish were caught on a classic Elk Hair Caddis. Even trailing a Caddis Pupah the fish seemed to prefer the action on the surface – which was just fine by me. Reaching these fish without spooking them was critical, and with the slow, low water they easily saw you coming.

The most beautiful boulder strewn stretch of water was accessed off Cottonwood road and felt like prehistoric pocket water. Wading through the river was magical, but sadly the area also attracts many folks to visit a swimming hole about a mile up stream called “Gods Bath." I’d be happy to share any river with people who love to get outside, but it’s hard to look past the trash and graffiti and feel like we are treating the place the same. Given the volume of people visiting the swimming hole on a Wednesday I can’t imagine the lack of solace an angler might find on a weekend.

None of the specific fish were all that remarkable, but all were fun none-the-less on a light 3wt rod. I’d love to get back and explore that access further downstream. In my imagination it’s strewn with big boulders and more prehistoric pocket water but lacks the scar of those who disrespect these gorgeous places.



Beautiful country over Sonora Pass


Plugged up canyon on the Stan

Evening light in Bell Meadows 


Found a little water up this high but it was less than I was anticipating


Spotted a few fish in each little bend


First of the micro rainbows


Solo fire under some big stars


Second day and am now on the Clavey



Pretty water up high on the river


Good colors on small feisty fish


Apparently this location is frequented by some campers


Small homestead in the middle of the forest


A reminder of the rim fire that started in this drainage


Lots of evidence of the burn driving from spot to spot


But fortunately no burn in the river valley at any of the access points


Water on the middle access


Bigger boulders and very spooky fish


Skinny & clear


Clear & beautiful


had to creep up to them


The bridge on Cottonwood road


Pretty slots


Great little fish


Clear & colorful


Pool after pool


Sneaky slots


More good looking fish


Emerald waters


Found the crowds


A worthy pool to swim in


Lots of reminders that its a 'shared' resource


Wednesday traffic




Saturday, July 16, 2016

Atlantic Antics

A few years back Maher mentioned that his father had bought into a salmon club up in Canada. Salmon fishing is old school out that way; folks have been doing it since people settled into the North East. Stepped in history that I’m still just learning, it is East Coast fishing at it’s pinnacle. If you get the chance to put a fly in front of one of those freight trains you absolutely do it. So this year when Mike invited me to join in the boys trip with his dad and brother I was going to do everything in my power to commit.

The Black Brook club sits on the Miramichi River at the confluence of the Caines and the Black Brook flows through the property, spewing cold, oxygenated water into a deep pool where tons of salmon, fresh from the ocean, enjoy one of their first stops while they head upstream to spawn. When conditions like rain or cool weather/water come, Atlantics by the hoard start to push up through the productive private water. The camp can fish eight anglers spread around the few hundred yards of banks – techniques are pretty similar to west coast summer chrome with two handed floating lines – cast, swing, step – cycle through and head back up. We had some tough low water and warm weather for the majority of our trip that just shut the fishing down, but the week started off pretty good and we managed to make contact with a handful of them.


My experience with big game fishing so far really stopped at Steelhead, which are impressive in their own right, but size-wise pale in comparison to the potential behemoth Atlantic. While I didn’t get my 30lb salmon on this trip, I did hook into a few that were likely above 20lbs and managed to land one beautiful 16lb slab of a fish. The third fish that I lost had backing flying off the reel so far and fast I had no idea what was going on.


If luck is on my side, I might get an invite back to Black Brook another time for that next chance at that 30lb high-brow river monster.



We've made it to the North East


Calm water craft


Amen


Riverfront deck


Classic swing action


The reason its so good


Anglers lined up


Sam ripping some line


And chucking it


Hooked up


The legend, Rip with a hog


Swing


Step


Chuck it and repeat


Pedro out on Table Rock working on making some contact


Pedro with a nice one


Bad weather but nice fishing


Pedro hooked up again

Not a hog be a fun grilse

Another nice fish


Post swing down time


Centerpiece in the lodge


The gentlemen take a break


A different kind of break


Maher fit's right in


Old crafts


Salmon stacked up & jumping for joy


Sam choosing his weapon


Pedro bombing


A fishy individual 


Me hooked into fish #3 on the line but zero in the net


Finally got a nice silver Atlantic in the hand


Stuck with a big rod on the green machine


Warm weather and searching for them on the Caines


Pedro bombing, but finding nada


Pretty scenery with Don on the Caines


Maher hooked into one


Partytime Pedro


Buck enjoying the afternoon


Post fish beers


Hanging out pre lunch


"It was this big..."


Oh and we didn't suffer on the food front


Taste better out East


Afternoon float down the Caines


Evening antics


Gave these boys a proper whooping 


Evening at the cabin


Big sticks in the racks


Evening anglers


Night in New Brunswick


Late night reflections up river


Suited up for the big tourney


Golf supplies


Danger, danger


Sam putting one in


The winning team


Dudes engaged


The lay of the land


No fish to be found so looking for alternate ways to see them


Beautiful evening light on The Miramichi


Camp


Catch of the day