11-05-2005, 05:37 AM
While the board is a bit slow I thought I would share some highlights from my most recent tubing trip...
I live in Western Oregon. Today I enjoyed some of the strangest fishing I have ever experienced. I had been told ahead of time what to expect, but when it actually happened, it still felt very weird. It was a rainy day. I was fishing some private ponds that I have access to. This one was especially noted for its... I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll tell you in a minute.
When I arrived a few trout were taking very scattered midges in the surface film. I unloaded my float tube, suited up, grabbed my 5 weight fly rod, and pushed my way out through the weed line, tying on a midge suspender imitation and laying it out in front of the sporadic rises. Nothing.
Then after about 20 minutes I saw them. Cruising just under the surface, a pod of about eight or nine... Goldfish!
At least that's what they looked like. I gently laid my midge pattern right in the middle of them. They would come up and check out the imitation, then turn away at the last second. After a bit of this I switched flies to a #16 soft hackle. The fish did the same thing.[unsure] A couple more fly changes brought more refusals. Time to do something radical.[cool]
I tied on a #8 black Wooly Bugger with a florescent orange bead head and tossed it out. The fish still ignored it... until I moved to pick the fly up. As I pulled it up to make my next cast, causing the fly to speed for the surface, one of the fish broke from the pack and came over and slammed it hard! It was a nice fish... probably weighed about four pounds. Fat!
But the hook came loose.[blush]
Was it a fluke or had I stumbled on the secret method of the day? I cast again in the direction of the pod and started stripping hard. Bam! Another taker, smaller than the first, but still a nice... Golden Rainbow Trout! I referred to it as a Chernobyl Trout because the thing nearly glowed against the drab rainy day background.[]
I don't know about you, but when I hear "Golden Trout" I think of pristine super high elevation places (7,000 feet or higher) where the water is gin clear and insect hatches are sparse. I think of 8-10 inch endangered fish that are some of the prettiest trout anywhere. These "Golden Rainbow Trout" are actually a color variation of regular rainbows (Oncorhynchus mykiss) and not the "Golden Trout" (Oncorhynchus aguabonita) of endangered species fame. According to the Pennsylvania Fish and Boat Commission Website, they come from a naturally occurring color mutation that popped up in a single rainbow trout in West Virginia in the Fall of 1954. (More than you ever wanted to know about that subject, right?)
Now laying on my modified Tube Dude Stripping Apron in front of me was my very first Golden RainbowTrout. I estimate that it weighted about two pounds.
During the next three hours I managed to bring eight of these strange "glowing" trout to hand. The largest was probably about four pounds. A real pig shaped more like a football than a fish. Since I had forgotten my float tube landing net, which made it hard to land these fish, I finally got out of my tube and stepped out onto one of the casting platforms that are strategically located around the pond. As long as I watched my back cast and threaded it between a couple of fir trees behind me, I managed to keep my fly on. The fish were cruisers. They'd come by, I'd cast to them, then they'd move on. Then another pod would come by - again looking like Goldfish in someone's backyard pond. [sly] As long as I continued to strip like mad so that the fly looked like it was escaping, I had periodic hits.
Anyway, it was a fun day on a private lake - a bit weird, but one I won't soon forget. Here are some more pics.
I think this one was the pig of the day. [shocked]
I finished up about 30 minutes before dark. Here's my red ride and my blue ride. The blue one has the modified stripping apron made from a plastic box lid. (Sorry. I had already removed my rods, side mounted rod rack, and fish finder.)
I like catching steelhead more than any other fish I've ever caught. But when things are slow, I like to return to the fly rod and go chase large trout in stillwaters. On this trip, because of the rain I had the place all to myself for the whole time.
I wonder whether, if these fish ever escaped into the wild, they would become anadromous, go to the ocean, and come back as golden steelhead? That would be a hoot.
zonker
[signature]
I live in Western Oregon. Today I enjoyed some of the strangest fishing I have ever experienced. I had been told ahead of time what to expect, but when it actually happened, it still felt very weird. It was a rainy day. I was fishing some private ponds that I have access to. This one was especially noted for its... I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll tell you in a minute.
When I arrived a few trout were taking very scattered midges in the surface film. I unloaded my float tube, suited up, grabbed my 5 weight fly rod, and pushed my way out through the weed line, tying on a midge suspender imitation and laying it out in front of the sporadic rises. Nothing.
Then after about 20 minutes I saw them. Cruising just under the surface, a pod of about eight or nine... Goldfish!
At least that's what they looked like. I gently laid my midge pattern right in the middle of them. They would come up and check out the imitation, then turn away at the last second. After a bit of this I switched flies to a #16 soft hackle. The fish did the same thing.[unsure] A couple more fly changes brought more refusals. Time to do something radical.[cool]
I tied on a #8 black Wooly Bugger with a florescent orange bead head and tossed it out. The fish still ignored it... until I moved to pick the fly up. As I pulled it up to make my next cast, causing the fly to speed for the surface, one of the fish broke from the pack and came over and slammed it hard! It was a nice fish... probably weighed about four pounds. Fat!
But the hook came loose.[blush]
Was it a fluke or had I stumbled on the secret method of the day? I cast again in the direction of the pod and started stripping hard. Bam! Another taker, smaller than the first, but still a nice... Golden Rainbow Trout! I referred to it as a Chernobyl Trout because the thing nearly glowed against the drab rainy day background.[]
I don't know about you, but when I hear "Golden Trout" I think of pristine super high elevation places (7,000 feet or higher) where the water is gin clear and insect hatches are sparse. I think of 8-10 inch endangered fish that are some of the prettiest trout anywhere. These "Golden Rainbow Trout" are actually a color variation of regular rainbows (Oncorhynchus mykiss) and not the "Golden Trout" (Oncorhynchus aguabonita) of endangered species fame. According to the Pennsylvania Fish and Boat Commission Website, they come from a naturally occurring color mutation that popped up in a single rainbow trout in West Virginia in the Fall of 1954. (More than you ever wanted to know about that subject, right?)
Now laying on my modified Tube Dude Stripping Apron in front of me was my very first Golden RainbowTrout. I estimate that it weighted about two pounds.
During the next three hours I managed to bring eight of these strange "glowing" trout to hand. The largest was probably about four pounds. A real pig shaped more like a football than a fish. Since I had forgotten my float tube landing net, which made it hard to land these fish, I finally got out of my tube and stepped out onto one of the casting platforms that are strategically located around the pond. As long as I watched my back cast and threaded it between a couple of fir trees behind me, I managed to keep my fly on. The fish were cruisers. They'd come by, I'd cast to them, then they'd move on. Then another pod would come by - again looking like Goldfish in someone's backyard pond. [sly] As long as I continued to strip like mad so that the fly looked like it was escaping, I had periodic hits.
Anyway, it was a fun day on a private lake - a bit weird, but one I won't soon forget. Here are some more pics.
I think this one was the pig of the day. [shocked]
I finished up about 30 minutes before dark. Here's my red ride and my blue ride. The blue one has the modified stripping apron made from a plastic box lid. (Sorry. I had already removed my rods, side mounted rod rack, and fish finder.)
I like catching steelhead more than any other fish I've ever caught. But when things are slow, I like to return to the fly rod and go chase large trout in stillwaters. On this trip, because of the rain I had the place all to myself for the whole time.
I wonder whether, if these fish ever escaped into the wild, they would become anadromous, go to the ocean, and come back as golden steelhead? That would be a hoot.
zonker
[signature]