Sunday, 18 August 2013

Fly Fishing & the Power of Place


This weekend I fished two tailwater rivers out on the Plains. I hadn't been out in almost two weeks so I put in a lot of hours especially on Saturday. I walked many miles and spotted a dozen or so very good fish on my outings. Although I landed a few good ones I missed many more. Today I had two fish eat my offering on the surface only to have the fly slip out when I raised the rod tip. They were great rainbows...both in a foot or less of water. They were the best fish spotted all weekend.




On Saturday I fished a section of a river I call the "Canyon". I haven't hiked down in there in years. The river was higher than I expected and spotting trout was challenging. The spillway by the dam had water flowing over it. I've never seen that in August. Maybe the high wind was pushing water over it. 


spillway

When I was in the Canyon I found myself constantly looking around and especially up...way up. The place kept pulling my eyes off of the water. And the sound of the world was magnified: the rushing water, wind, the hawks above... it is the "Chant of Nature" (Thomas Moore). The canyon is a powerful place.


entering the canyon



driving home: storm clouds


2 comments:

  1. Simply great blog. Informative interesting and certainly wets my appetite for The Pass. Perhaps you could suggest a few rivers and places to try my hand at floating my fly. I make a yearly pilgrimage to the Pass usually fishing the Livingstone (and the little streams up 40) as well as the Crowsnest (even in Bellevue behind the houses by the river). This year I may dip down into Montana to Yaak. I have 5 days hall pass from wife and kids to hang by the river and if you could make suggestions for hiking and exploring it would be appreciated.

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  2. Roman:
    Thanks for kind comments on blog. Email me at: rrobert4@telus.net I will get back to you this weekend.
    bob

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