No blast, but two for the cast yesterday morning. Well I did get a blast at a couple overhead passing geese very early morning. I have to rethink those shots. They were off. I think next time I should shoot for the head. Perhaps more for the front of the goose bill?
Arriving at my prime “duck pond” I found only a couple ring neck ducks. The river fog slowly disappeared as I watched them cavorting along the far bank. Waterfowl entertainment! I would say that the migration has slowly begun. Last week I did see a bunch of widgeon at another pond, and have noted more passing mallards while fly casting. In general, the weather has been more bluebird than duck weather.
From the early morning duck hunting I transitioned to steelhead fly fishing. I went to the spots that have been good recently. No immediate success, however I persisted and as the day warmed I found a fish in both spots. Happily no hatchery retread steelhead, just fresh arriving steelhead from the lower river. The first fish took a Pheasant Tail Nymph, and I had to wade precariously to a spot to land it. The second steelhead took a Yellow Fork Tail Prince Nymph. I could feel the first nibble of this fish to the fly and I missed the hook up. I cast again and hooked him on his
second bite! A beautiful small native steelhead. Half pounder size I would say. Funny how since the dam removals on the middle Rogue River I have been seeing more of these smallish steelhead in our catches on the upper Rogue River.
Arriving only 20 minutes earlier, the run looked good. A large Halloween Spey and Prince Nymph combo of flies rose nothing in the slow water of the hole. I switched to a single Yellow Fork Tail Prince Nymph and swung that fly through the fast and slow water. The hit came suddenly downstream at about 50 ° in the slower water. Fish on! A jump and four or five runs back into the fast water and finally she began to give up the ghost. Measured a true 25 inch, and such a sweet return to the Rogue River for me. Water flow : about 1720 CFS Air Quality : Improving, but still plenty of smoke overhead. Arriving : A loud thunder and lightening storm with good rain that wet all before I could get back to the vehicle.
Sometimes you just can not let go. I had to catch that third summer steelhead. This day on the Rogue River of Oregon I wished I had called it quits early. Ignoring the brooding, building clouds, I got to experience first hand one intense and scary thunder with lightening storm.
97°F on the Rogue Valley floor. Much cooler in the Cascades. Time to go morel hunting before they disappear for another year.