Our last trip had us finding fish, playing them and losing them right at the boat. So the hooking up was going ok, but the landing “moment of truth” was not happening. I blame it all on the bubble. As the river flow is yet high after the rain we received, we choose to utilize the spinning rod, line bubble and fly set up. Teri had a very pretty, large hatchery steelhead on. She just couldn’t get the fish far enough alongside the boat for me to cleanly net it. We should have taken time and action to release that line bubble. All that long leader makes controlling a fish tough. Just a couple of twist, that bubble would slide down, and the steelhead could be drawn in closer! Well sometimes easier said than done. We are going to practice on our tag-team, bubble-release technique.
Have not really flyfished the long, Intruder style of fly much. I’ve tied up a few to give them a try. This one is my latest, and I’m going to give it a chance on my spey rod soon. Probably not before I give the ole Carpetbagger it’s token number of cast!
A little cold today, but the sun was shining and it wasn’t raining. We couldn’t let this November day slip by without getting out on the river and fishing for Rogue River steelhead. Early on we were happy to spot the egret up in the high trees. Then we spotted several does being herded by a massive four point buck along the same brushy bank. Even though we knew the remaining afternoon drift would be short, we hope for and found plenty more action. Yes the Rogue River steelhead bite turned on for us. The fly they were going for was the Midnight Fire Carpetbagger. As it was earlier in the week, the action got better as the sun set lower. Teri’s cast were true and she indeed caught the big fish for the day.
It’s 4:36 P.M, the end of legal shooting hours for waterfowl. You put away the shotgun and know that you have a few more minutes left before the sun sets beyond the November western horizon. Lucky for you the Rogue River offers another exciting option. With spey rod in hand you hike back in to a familiar stretch of water. This time you seek not the mud hole, but the low, clear, cold running water of the Rogue River. You throw many a hurried cast before twilight. Then when you are just about to call it a day, a Rogue River summer steelhead snaps up your offering, a shaggy G.R. Hare’s Ear nymph. Looking much like the old Rogue River Big Bird pattern, the Hare’s Ear was fished off a Carpetbagger stonefly nymph. What made the steelhead bite in the cold, waning light of day you can only guess, but you most certainly can appreciate the decision!