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.
Two for three today all on a size #14 Pheasant Tail Nymph (my tie). I’ll take that back. That big third steelhead which threw the hook after streaking across the river and then making a big leap, my have taken a size #8 Yellow Fork Tail Prince Nymph. Why? Because that is what I had on.
Boy did I get into them yesterday for the first time this summer. On my solo visit to the Rogue River I went 0 for 3 on the silver, chrome rockets. Took out a few trips earlier this month in the Drifter but could connect with nothing but trout. Yesterday’s visit was nothing but steelhead bites. I hiked one of my better trails to the river. The mosquitos are still bad, but the hot fishing in hot weather made it all good! The hot fly was my Yellow Fork Tailed Prince Nymph. The steelhead love it!
Very similar to the old Rogue Ant, only lacking a double point hook and a fine gold oval rib.
The Red Ant is very similar to the Rogue Ant. Indeed John Shewey mentions in his book Steelhead Flies that the Rogue Ant is also referred to as the Rogue Red Ant. I believe the Red Ant is the older pattern, and the Rogue Red Ant was an adaptation created for the lower Rogue River in the 1920’s and 1930’s. Instead of a single, down-eyed hook the Rogue Red Ant was usually tied on Mustad double point hooks. It also featured a fine, oval gold rib through the body. If jungle cock feather eyes were available, two were mounted on the outside of the bucktail wing. One on each side, much like the old Rogue River Special. Old double point hook flies were fished off the front of the boat to swing and flutter in the current 30 to 40 feet below the driftboat. No casting of the flies. The movement of the boat did the work. The half-pounders and adult steelhead found this tactic irresistible.
A good haul of the mountain black morels and a few yellow jumbo morels.
97°F on the Rogue Valley floor. Much cooler in the Cascades. Time to go morel hunting before they disappear for another year.