Hard Sayin’ Not Knowin’

Bass fishing is not something I’ve done a lot of. Often they were not what I was targeting, but they were there. Don’t get me wrong I was happy to catch the occasional 6 inch bass, however I had never gone after a full sized bass, large or small mouthed. That changed this spring when a friend and I decided to venture to a spot his friend had let him in on. His friend hadn’t been in years and we really were not sure what we’d find. Good water, bad water, a mud puddle or a deep pool. At first we couldn’t even figure out how to get there, completely blocked in by private land we wove our way around ranchettes until we found the sweetest sight in fishing/hunting: “Entering USFS Public Lands”. At this point we knew we were in. Where the road ended looked like a popular party spot for the locals and the evidence lay strewn around the banks, or it was a bud light spawning ground.

We headed away from the parking lot, heading towards a (hopefully) lesser trafficed area. The day did not get off to a fast start, the biggest thing I caught was a fairly massive bull frog tadpole while Nelson managed a little smally. A good sign the fish we were targeting were actually here!

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Personal best tadpole
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Little guy, big motor

We moved down towards some deeper water and Nelson managed to get into a good sized (bigger than we expected from the area) largemouth hiding by some reeds.

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Now that we knew the area harbored some larger fish we excitedly moved on. We poked through some shallower water and located a good sized smallmoth feeding behind a rock and Nelson was kind enough to give me a shot at my first fish of the day. I cast my popper directly into the reeds around the rocks and got stuck. The bass was still there though. Nelson dropped a crawfish imitation just upstream of it and it was on! Two big jumps and a spit fly.. So it goes, but what an exciting fight! We moved further along and found a drop off into some deeper water and began prospecting for some fish. As my fly was sinking a smallmouth darted out and inhaled the fly! Two strong runs and a few jumps later and I had it to shore! First fish of the trip for me and a dandy at that!

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A beautiful bronze-green fish with bright red eyes that fought like crazy, these were some fish I could keep chasing. We continued fishing the drop and Nelson spotted a tailing fish heading his way (carp?!). As it got closer we realized it was a very sizable large mouth tailing along and sipping off the surface. Odd behavior, but we didn’t stop to contemplate the complexities of bass behavior, and he cast the crawdad right in front of the fish’s path. It didn’t disappoint and swallowed the fly. As soon as it started though the bass turned its head and almost contemptuously snapped the line and slowly swam into the depths of its home. Disappointed to have lost the fish but excited to have gotten an eat from such a quality fish we pushed on. As we moved on we were able to sight fish to some truly incredible fish in some occasionally very shallow water, the only “problem” was getting the bass before an adventurous sunfish could grab the fly. I mean any sized fly, and these were not subtle nibbles, these sunfish slammed streamers longer than them and headed for the depths.

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No streamer was safe from sunfish
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Ambition
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Fork tailed

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This fork tailed smally was a blast to catch, with Nelson casting and me hiding near the fish in some brush guiding his cast in until BAM! The fish crushed the streamer and began a wild jumping run before being corralled to shore. This area was beginning to be a pain to walk in but the fishing continued improving, the thick reeds, steep edges and copious thorny plants were all worth it for fish like these.

The fishing continued to be almost nonstop as we pushed further into the area.

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Streamer testing on red eyes
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Yellow fly = yellow fish
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Streamer testing
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Bronzed

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Was hiding in a foot and a half of water!

It was one of those days where you could break off on a fish, and five casts later catch your fish and the fly back. No joke it actually happened!

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Wooly bugger and streamer eater all within 2 minutes
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And no look of regret for eating them both, the little glutton!

This day was one of those you get but only once every year or two. Good fish, in a good spot and some good company. Not much more you can ask for, one of those areas that really makes you wonder if that day was real, or just a good dream.

A Downward Scramble

The canyon has a couple of “windows” where hiking and camping aren’t completely heinous. Spring and fall are the best windows with a couple of warm days in the winter thrown into the mix. As the days start getting longer, the call of the canyon starts to hit. If you have spent time in the canyons seemingly infinite amount of backcountry you get the “itch” every time the weather windows line up. The curiosity to check the next canyon over or the spot you hiked past last time. This trip was down a side canyon I had consistently driven past on my way to other canyon objectives. I had driven past not necessarily because this spot was any less interesting, but more so because it seemed like it was always there, so close it was easy to say “I’ll get that one next year”.

Next year became this year, which became today, we geared up to head down canyon, with the promise of a nice sunny day (ignoring that 30% chance of rain in the forecast). The drive up was easy and it looked like it would be a busy day at Lee’s Ferry, all the more reason to enjoy a nice side canyon all to ourselves. Upon arrival at the trailhead we did a final check (did I actually pack my reel and flies?) and headed out. The beginning of the canyon starts in a wide and sandy wash that rapidly transitions into pour overs and broken rock. This canyon is incredibly active, huge sections of walls crumbling off and some truly massive flows of sediment pass through it on a regular basis.

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The debris flow, I mean “trail”

We picked our way through the rock and debris from past floods and land slides. The saying that canyon miles are actually 2 regular miles was never more true than in this canyon. After some pretty consistent down climbing and scrambling, with the middle half mile of the trail seemingly more vertical than horizontal we got to a “flatter” section of canyon. The walking got a little easier and we could move in a generally straight line.

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A downward scramble
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Looking up at recently crumbled cliff faces

The bottom section of the canyon had a tiny spring that moved along it, the flow in it similar to turning on the bathroom sink. The edges of the creek were an incredibly slick mud covered in a thick crust of salt. A few little salt cedars clung to the edges of the tiny creek but other than that it was a very desolate and hot spot. The 80 degree high felt like it was on the edge of triple digits and we were very glad we could hear the roar of the river echoing up the canyon.

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The tiny “creek”
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First view of the river

At the end of the was was beautiful little sandy beach surrounded by boulders and any thoughts of fishing were quickly lost in the thought of cooling off in the clear water. We may have run into the water but quickly stopped, it felt icy cold! Standing in the water up to your knees was more than enough to seemingly instantly cool off.

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Looking back the way we came
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Big water and big rapids

A short bit of exploration revealed the eddy around the rocks at the beach were filled with fish, some smaller fish even rising while the big ones stuck to the depths.

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If you look close you can see a fish or two in soft water behind the rocks

We rushed to tie on some flies and started fishing. I put a pistol pete on the end of some sinking line and began casting to the edge of the current. The first cast I felt a bobble, bottom or fish? The second cast was definitely a fish and I saw a brief flash of silver before it was off of the hook. The third cast I had one on long enough to get a jump before it spit the hook and on the fourth cast I finally set the hook (I suck at strip setting the hook, I always try and lift the rod tip to early) and landed a beautiful little wild fish.

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Little wild rainbow

The little fish had some brilliant colors and still had par marks on it, its always good to see the young wild fish are healthy. We continued casting into the whole with lots of hits on the bugger and a few more fish landed.

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Big spotted fin
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Silver sides

I had hooked into quite a few smaller, but fun, fish before finally hooking into a larger fish. This bow fought hard across the eddy with 5 or 6 athletic jumps before it spit the hook (the curse of barbless hooks). The next cast into the same spot yielded another strong pull, after a good fight I had the fish in close to shore and on its first jump it showed off the deep red sides of a spawning Colorado River rainbow trout. While I was admiring the colors on the jumping fish it spit the hook and I had to duck as it shot straight at my head. I was really questioning why I tied a barbless hook at this point but at the same time the take and the fight are the best parts of fishing and I got that in spades with these last two fish. Also other than the glory shot picture I really didn’t miss much with my last two long distance releases ( I’m a pro at the long distance release unfortunately).

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Pocket water full of little trout

I fished upstream to above the rapid and picked my way through a couple little riffles along the bank. It was some beautiful looking water. Fortunately the trout agreed.

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Upriver views
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Fiber glass and fish on the swing

Kayla also managed some fish on her indicator set up with the fish keying in on tiny midges. The fight on a tiny midge is always an interesting thing, a small hook, a strong acrobatic fish and powerful current equals a tough fight almost every time.

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The sun always sets early in the canyon, with some spots slipping into shadow in the afternoon, while other angles stay light for hours longer. The long slide into twilight is always a beautiful time in the canyon and this was no different, even if it was starting to get more than a little windy. The fishing died down as the sun set and we moved towards setting up camp (a tarp on the sand).

 

 

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Pink cheeked

Once the sun had fully set and the canyon was filled with a blue light, we began hearing thunder rumble and see the occasional flash up towards the Vermillion Cliffs. “Maybe the rain will stay up on the high country”, “Wasn’t it only a 30% chance of rain”? All of these statements were rebuffed as soon as we got ready to cook dinner, I mean as soon as the food came out, the wind blasted in to camp swirling sand into everyones dinner. Thirty seconds later was when the real bummer happened, a wall of rain could be seen advancing up canyon in the evening gloom, further illuminated by flashes of lighting (monsoons don’t happen in April, right?). We quickly wrapped all out sleeping bags in tarps and huddled underneath a slightly overhung boulder, which means we only got slightly rained on. Sitting under the boulder allowed us to enjoy the show, lighting forking down at the river, illuminating canyon walls and swirling rain. The rain lasted for a little over an hour, leaving us crouched behind our boulder, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Luckily the clouds blew by and we were treated to an incredibly clear and starry night. The temperatures in the 50’s were perfect to sleep in once we got dry and despite how it started, it ended up being a good night to be out under the stars.

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Post rain toad

We woke early the next morning and threw a few half hearted casts in to the spots we had fished the evening before, with one fish on and off as quickly as it was on. Probably for the best, because if the fishing had been good we wouldn’t have left until it was too hot anyways! On our way out we found a few rocks to climb to relax and break up the hike out. Going back up the rock falls is always easier than coming down and we were back at the car before noon.

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Connor at the crux
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Pebble wrestling

 

Once again the canyon was pretty incredible, not often you can fish for hungry trout in a setting like that, the only hard part about it is staying focused on the water and not looking around all day!

No Naming Names

Some spots are better left unnamed. Actually I’ll rephrase that, almost every spot is best left unnamed. These tiny desert creeks and trickles that spill out of Arizona’s high country are best when they have to be found. The rewards magnified by hours spent pouring over google maps and old game and fish reports. That is one of my favorite parts of fishing in Arizona, that there is no guarantee of fish in the creek or even water in the creek bed. Arizona creek fishing still has an air of discovery about it that I feel some other states lack. There aren’t fly shops that know every creek here, or lines of fisherman waiting to fish their favorite spot. There is still solitude in trying to find water in Arizona and my favorite spots have been places where not another fisherman was seen on the day, or maybe for that week, or even that month.

This little creek is one of those spots. We left early on a spring morning and drove to the edge of the small canyon we would be hiking into. The hike in was easy down a set of overgrown switchbacks that hinted at a hot return hike out. The canyon wall we walked in was covered in mahogany barked manzanitas and every few steps brought the rustle of lizards fleeing our footsteps.

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Almost glowing manzanita bark

We quickly reached the bottom of the canyon and saw the little trickle that awaited us. It looked perfect. By that I mean Arizona perfect, around 1 cfs and covered in logs, sticks and overhanging branches. Surrounded by blackberries and wild rose. This creek would have very few easy casts and the walking would be slow, but that’s what makes these creeks my favorite.

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Perfect Arizona creek

Despite our better judgement we jumped immediately into fishing which contradicted an earlier plan to walk to the bottom end of the canyon and work our way up. What can I say, I was excited to see if the creek had fish! I started out with a parachute adams and got nothing in the first few pools. We moved down and spotted out first fish of the day, a little trout looking fish hiding next to a rock in a large (for the creek) pool. My first two casts didn’t even get a glance from the mystery fish. My third cast the dry fly sank and all of the sudden it was on, three fish fought for the sunken fly. It was time to switch it up and go sub surface. I tied on a mini simi and cast back into the pool, I had 3 fish on in as many casts but all three slipped the hook as soon as I tried to set it. On to the next pool I guess.

The next pool had three small fish suspended in the current at the head of the pool. I cast in front of them and began jigging my fly back towards the bank, all of the sudden the small fish scattered and a larger one darts out and grabs the leech! The first fish of the day was far larger than what I expected to find in the creek but by no means a monster. Still it had good colors and a toothy mouth for a small fish!

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Toothy

At this point we decided to go back to our original plan and start at the bottom and fish up, as fun as walking in blackberries and spooking all the fish was. We decided to start from the bottom, with renewed confidence that fish were biting.

We got to the end of our hike and Kayla started fishing a small pool that turned into a pretty fun spot to watch. Everytime her fly hit the water two or three little rainbows would fly up at it and inevitably miss the fly. This continued for a while before the larger residents began showing interests. In this little pool, around the size of a bath tub, she must have had a hit for 15 or so casts in a row. It was incredible, the bite was on and the fish were very hungry. One of the fish that came from this pool was a very dark colored rainbow, it seems when there is no consistent stocking you get a wide range of coloration and some of them can be pretty unique as they adapt to their environment.

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Dark colored rainbow

The fishing continued to be good and the dry fly bite really took off around noon. Every likely looking corner of water would yield a strike it seemed.

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Dry fly eater

Each fish brought to hand from this creek seemed to have a slightly different color and spotting pattern to it, just another reason to appreciate little waters that don’t get stocked any longer.

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A little trouts riffle home
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Small stream nirvana
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One of the best colored fish of the day

My best fish of the day came as a surprise when I cast a dry to the backside of a boulder. I couldn’t see the fly but I was waiting to see a ripple and hopefully it wouldn’t be too late to set the hook. The ripple came and I lifted my rod, there was a weight on the end and the weight did its best to swim back under the rock it had come from. I jumped to the other side of the creek and was able to pull the fish out from its hiding place. This fish had great color and was an energetic fighter.

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King of the creek
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Long clear run filled with spooky fish

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We watched four fish rise in the pool above for a few minutes before sneaking up to the bottom edge. The fish didn’t seem to notice and continued gorging on the mayflies and little black stone flies that were on the waters surface, the first cast landed and two fish ran right at it! Both missed. The second cast was a different story and the “big one” in the pool inhaled the royal wulff.

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Orange tips on the fins (kinda like an Apache?)
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Also had the dark eye bar like an Apache, maybe this stream had Apaches long in the past and these are the resulting hybrids?
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Not sure what these were but they were blooming everywhere and were stunning

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Spots!

We had fished our way back to the trail out of the canyon and it was a wonderful day, fish on drys and mini jigged streamers is a wonderful way to supplement a hike in Arizona’s beautiful back country!

 

Tying The AZ No-Slip Ant

This fly isn’t pretty and its list of materials are far from a romantic dry fly, but it floats like a cork and looks realistic. Ants are a favorite fly of mine to use because they don’t often “hatch” but they are always out on every creek in the summer. The hardest part of fishing an ant fly is the mix of buoyancy, visibility and realism. The thinner the ant, the more realistic. The thinner the ant, the harder it is to see and keep floating. To make the ant visible and to make it float, it turns into more of a beetle than an ant. Enter the AZ No-Slip ant. A madam X style parachute with legs and the body of Ken’s Crazy Ant. The foam body makes for a very easy tie and just about every fly is improved with some orange rubber legs. The body is made of a drawer liner cut into segments. The beauty of it is it allows you to tie all the way down to a size 18 or up to a 12 using the same body material!

Materials

  • Size 14-18 dry fly hook, the wider the gap the better
  • Drawer foam liner (whatever color you want but I like black)
  • Rubberlegs (black or orange)
  • Synthetic fur for the paachute post
  • Size 14 dry fly hackle, grizzly dun or brown
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Grizzly dun hackle
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The secret ingredient is the foam drawer liner
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The foam makes a very ant-like body, trim away sides and pull foam segments off of roll to get the antennae look the foam has. I also like how the drawer liner has a little texture to it. 
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Wrap your thread to the back of the hook to build a thread base and then move forward to even with the hook point
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Tie foam body segments down with 5 or 6 tight wraps

 

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Add orange and black legs to the forward body segment.

 

 

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Tie in a parachute, make sure the base of the parachute is well wrapped, this will help with hackle wrapping later. I like to leave the parachute a little long at this stage so I can hold on to it while I wrap the hackle on to the post. 
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Wrap size 14 hackle 4 to 5 times around the parachute post and tie off. After the hackle is secure whip finish behind the hook eye and underneath the foam “head”. I do this to limit the amount of hackle I catch in my thread wraps.
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Add a drop of head cement to the bottom of the fly, this helps hold the fly together and gives it a little shine!

 

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The finished product!

While not the prettiest thing to tie, this ant imitation seems to do well and is very visible despite its small “footprint” on the water. Plus it seems every fish in Arizona likes some orange rubber legs!

Happy tying and tight lines!!

 

 

 

 

 

A Pilgrimage of Sorts

Arizona is home to more fish than it ever gets credit for. The ones everyone knows are the endangered Humpback Chub and of course our two native trout species, the Apache and the Gila. However AZ is home to many underrated “non-game” fish that will give you more than you expect if you are lucky enough to hook one.

One of those species is the roundtail chub, often considered a by-catch when searching for trout. I will admit, the first time I caught a chub I was searching for trout. I began by floating a dry towards a few rainbows in a remote (and tiny) creek along the rim. However I could not ever get the fly to the trout, not because the cast was difficult or the current seams challenging, but because these voracious, plainly colored fish would slam it as soon as it hit the water. So it began, a trip for trout that turned into a trip for chub.

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The beginning of an addiction
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They will slam dries

Chub aren’t the prettiest fish in the creek, they do not have flashy sides like a trout, or even the bright yellow bellies of a sucker. While John Gierach said that a trout is prettier than it needs to be and that’s what captures a fisherman’s imagination. Someone who has never caught a trout can look at a picture of one and be impressed by the color and look of the fish. The chub plays no such games, all its colors are just enough. Tan to darker green/tan upper bodies and white bellies. However this is when you need to pay more attention, the tops of these native fish are flecked with gold. The base of their fins, an almost bright orange. And they hit dry flies, small streamers and nymphs with a reckless abandon.

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They live in some pretty cool spots

 

My addiction did not begin as a rush, or as soon as I caught my first fish. But instead started as a slow itch in the back of my mind. I went back to that same creek, telling myself it was for trout. Even half heartedly looking for a few rainbows, but really looking for the multitude of chub this creek hides. After another afternoon of near constant hook ups, spirited fights and dull colored chub. I was well and truly addicted.

Most recently I made my pilgrimage to the heart of Arizona’s chub fishing. No, I would argue to the heart of chub fishing in the world. Blue green waters, fish everywhere and solitude one can only find in the desert. I won’t name names, but this place is not hard to figure out from the pictures if you’ve been before. It was a place I’d been to many times in the summer, but never during fishing season.

We left Flagstaff on a chilly morning and headed down to the desert. The dirt road takes you on a winding, up and down journey through some incredible high desert. As you near the last ridge you can look down and see a little ribbon of green in the bottom of the valley, with the white, bony branches of leafless sycamores rising above the other vegetation. With some helpful tips from Lesser Places who knows this creek and chub fishing better than most, we rigged up our rods and began

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We began about halfway up the fishable section of creek, parking our car in the abandoned (usually packed full in the summer) parking lot. We started fishing upriver with no luck or even sight of a fish in the crystal clear water. One thing I had forgotten about this creek was how thick the edges of it are, and how hard it is to get a good cast out! I had probably lost around 8 flies in the surrounding trees or to the travertine bottom of the creek before I’d ever even seen a fish!

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What I actually did all day, untangle and lose flies..
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Kayla searching some good looking water

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Some tempting water (did not tempt a fish though)

After a few hours laboring upstream through heavy brush. I finally got a bite, no tugged along the bottom, maybe a bite? I’m calling it a bite! The next cast through the same area yielded the same results a slight bump, this time when I pulled it in though there was a tiny cub on the line! This little guy broke the skunk and the next 7 cast resulted in 5 fish out of this plunge pool.

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If nothing else works, try purple
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Gold flecked (mini) streamer eater

 

The fish in this pool were so aggressive they chased a small size 10 deer hair “streamer” through the pool and a few even slammed into it!

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Purple was a hit, the purple frenchie

As we were wrapping up fishing in this pool a group in pack rafts came down the creek. We watched them drop off the lip of the pool and into the next plunge pool, maybe an idea for next time?

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A group of pack rafters

 

The next pool up was a similar result, lots of small fish and one or two larger! Kayla was pulling fish out of this pool on the order of nearly every cast. We could see one or two larger shapes resting towards the bottom of the pool, however it was tricky to get past the smaller residents. Finally, Kayla managed to slip the fly through the mob of hungry little fish and connected with one of the pools larger residents. A short fight and the largest fish of the day was in! While not huge, or even big by anyones standards, it was good to see a fish with a little more size on it!

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The “bruiser” of the pool

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Another fooled by the purple

The final hour of the day had some incredible fishing in it. Crystal clear water with fish lined up along every seam in a 3D pattern both horizontally along the water and down to the bottom of the pool. Darkness started coming too quickly and we headed back to cars.

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Final look at the creek

The Balloon Hopper

My go to dry fly pattern in just about every spot with water in Arizona. This pattern is a mix between a balloon style caddis and a foam grasshopper pattern. It is by no means my original, it is just one that I have been slowly tweaking to work best for me in the spots I like to fish, skinny waters.

It may be a caddis mixed with a grass hopper, but it looks like just about any floating bug in Arizona’s small creeks. Whatever the mix is, it seems to do as good a job fooling trout as it is an indicator on the hopper dropper set up. Best of all the fly can float all day with minimal help! It has worked for me in high alpine streams in Colorado and tiny trickles of water in the Arizona desert. Hopefully this post can help you make a few or inspire some other variations to make it your own!

Sorry some of the pictures are so dark, I was having a heck of a time trying to get the right lighting and eventually just settled and decided a little dark would have to do! In the future I’m looking to try out some new lighting schemes!

Ingredients:

  • Hook: Size 8-16 dry fly hooks, wider gap is better!
  • Tail: Deer hair or pheasant tail, 5-10 strands
  • Body: Dubbing, buggy and natural colors (brown, gray, green)
  • Foam: Thin width foam, brown, yellow, green and tan are my favorites
  • Legs: Any color, dark or bright
  • Hackle: Brown or grizzly dry fly hackle to match hook size
  • Wing: Deer hair
  • Underwing: silver or green flash
  • Indicator Post: Brightly colored foam or rubberleg

Step one of any fly is one I can always do, attach the thread. After that is where things get trickier!

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Attach a small group of deer hairs to the tail of the fly, about a hook shank long. Next, add dubbing to your thread.
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Wrap dubbing approximately 2/3’s of the way up the hook body.
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Cut a small piece of foam with a taper at one side, about 2/3’s the length of the hook.
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Tie the foam on to the front of the hook facing away from the body of the fly.
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Add rubber legs at the end of the dubbing body, I don’t worry too much about keeping them even at this stage, I can trim the sides down later.
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Secure the dry fly hackle in front of the dubbing body and over the legs
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Add a pinch of deer hair about a hook length long and secure with 5 or 6 wraps. If you want to add flash to the wing you can add some flashabou to the deer hair. Wrap the hackle forward to the foam and secure it there.
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Trim the top side of the hackle even with the dubbing body and flip foam towards the back of the hook. Secure with 2 or 3 firm thread wraps.
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Add a small piece of foam for an indicator post if desired and secure with 2-3 wraps. Whip finish 4-5 times and add a small drop of head cement.
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Fish eye view of the finished fly

Part of what makes this pattern so effective is the multitude of color combinations it can be tied in. Some creeks the difference between one or two fish and ten is switching the legs from yellow to orange. Hope you have some fun making a few of these flies and fooling a few fish!

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Another, in my favorite color combination, brown and orange!

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Tiny AZ Brookie on the Balloon Hopper
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Desert dwelling AZ brown, indicator post made out of an orange rubberleg
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High alpine rainbow in the Weminuche

January in the Red Rocks

As much as I can I try to keep the locations I’m fishing in a secret. At worst, I like to make it so you have to have been there to know where I am writing about. I do this partially to keep the spots I like to fish less crowded, but also because figuring out where to fish has been such a process for me. While there are some creeks I have read about online that show pictures of spots, flies and tactics. The creeks I have liked the most have been the ones I had to search out. The little blue lines at the upper ends of canyons. Lee’s Ferry is not one of those places. As much as I would like for it to be a less well known place, the Colorado River and high red walls are pretty much impossible to hide. To write a story about the area without talking about the river or the canyon walls seems to be a massive injustice. So, I’m sorry if you think I’m publicizing a spot and making it more crowded. But let’s be honest, the Ferry is hard to hide and was famous before I was ever born. Plus my writings will never even show up on the first page of google if you were to search for it!

Winter fishing in Arizona is often a winter rather than a WINTER. However somedays do dawn more coldly than others. I woke in the morning to find my sleeping bag and backpack covered in a hard layer of frost. The blue and grey bag was almost white with the thick layer of frost. Luckily I had left my waders in the car and rushed into them before the ice that had formed around me overnight had a chance to thaw out and get me wet. My friend Cole emerged from the back of the truck and reminded me I was covered in ice and sleeping on the ground wasn’t as wise as the covered bed of a truck. The sun was beginning to color the west side of the canyon walls and we knew it was time to rush to the water before its golden light hit.

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Sun touching the red rocks and fog beginning to come off the water

Arriving at the river the grass along the edge was frozen and crunchy. Upon arriving a scared a flock of buffleheads and mallards rocketed out of the shallows and into the cold sky. A good sign, it means we were there first! We started by occupying my favorite section of riffle and in short order I felt a hard tug and reel stripping run. FIMG_9251irst fish of the day was on and it was a dandy! It was an almost magical scene to start the day, a hard charging rainbow jumping and flashing its pink sides to match the canyon walls. The fog rising off of the water added an almost storybook feel to the experience, more of something you would read about than ever get to experience. I will not try to paint the picture anymore, because like the quality of my camera and the quality of my words do not quite capture the feeling and scene that first fish of the day created. The strong fish jumped and showed its colors as it tried to run me first up, then down river. Finally, I got it into some shallower, slower water and was able to corral him into my net.

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Colored up buck

The fish had great color and appeared to be a strong male with a big head and shoulders. It is always good to see how healthy the fish are at the ferry this year.

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Eats on the Cracktacular Scud

After releasing the fish I sat in awe for a moment at the edge of the river looking at the spot the colorful fish had disappeared back into the river.

I stood up and took a cast from where I had been sitting, aiming for a submerged rock along the edge of the current, my indicator dropped and I lifted my rod tip! At first I felt only slack, must have hit the bottom.. Then the water exploded and the fish came rocketing across the surface! A short, but spirited fight later and I had anothe rbeautiful rainbow in the net!

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The not as spotty strain of ferry rainbow

 

Shortly after I had released that fish Cole was hooked into a strong fish that he managed to coax out of the strong currents where it had been hiding.

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Almost..
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Yes!
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Success!
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Big jawed rainbow!

His first fish of the day was a gem, with a thick body and big head and bright pink stripe on its side! The fishing was challenging with the river flowing at nearly 17,000 cfs the amount of wadeable water was limited to the edges. The heavy current kept us on our toes and I lost multiple fish that I did not turn towards the bank fast enough and they rushed off into the heavy current.

My next fish was one of the most acrobatic I have ever caught. As soon as I set the hook the fish skipped first upstream, and then down! The fish seemed to run with only its tail in the water as it made hard upriver runs with only its tail in the water. After at least 5 to 6 strong jumps I had it in the shallows. As I reached to net him there was one last jump and run in the trout, catching me off guard! The next time I got him to the slack water I was able to land it.

 

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A very acrobatic rainbow

Shortly after we had released the last two fish we decided to move down river away from the growing number of people beginning to head to the riffle. We moved downstream into easier wading at this high flow. The fishing slowed down but before too long Cole managed to hook another good fish and I lost one shortly after.

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Only a scale remained on the midge

The water continued rising, pushing us ever closer to the thick Tamarisk trees growing along the waters edge. This turned out to be a good thing! As we moved further downstream and closer to shore I had a fish begin to play with my flies. The same spot multiple drifts in a row. Was it a rock? A fish? Weeds? It seemed I would not know the answer, my next two drifts came by with not even a bump.. But third times a charm right? Maybe not, nearly the whole drift passed with no action, past the spot my flies had been getting nibbled on. As the line began to swing back towards me they suddenly pulled the opposite way of the current! A fish was on!! The fish hugged close to the bottom and refused to be moved out of the current. A slow tug of war began, unlike the earlier explosive fights, this fish had a different strategy. A long slow tug and refusing to leave the heavier current, making me question the 5X tippet and multitude of knots tied in my old leader. Towards the end of the battle the fish decided to change tactics and went charging into the muddy waters of the Paria! This suited me fine as the water was almost slack and the fish far easier to reel in.

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Bright cheeks
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A fine looking fish stretching the length of the net!
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Headed home

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The best fish of the day was also our last bite, Cole moved upriver into a likely looking riffle and on the first cast it was fish on! After a slow start to the fight this fish began to show its strength, pulling his 6 weight rod down towards the water and stripping line! With 3 or 4 very strong runs and not much of a break in between runs the fish was not subdued until it was finally wrestled into some slower waters!

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Losing line
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Almost got the fly line back!
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The picture doesn’t do this fish justice, one of the hardest fighting fish I’ve seen!

When the fish came to the net we were stunned at the size, while similar in length, this fish was far fatter than any other we had landed on the day. Unfortunately I do not have any better pictures, but the memory will stick with me for some time to come!

Another incredible trip to one of my favorite spots, couldn’t have asked for much more!