As the
weather starts to cool, the morning frost blankets the ground, and the sun starts to set earlier and earlier each passing day. By this time the dry
fly fishing begins to wind down and the seasonal fishermen start to
shy away from the river. It isn't long after this, that the snow starts
to make its appearance, and the red glow of your cheeks along with
the numbing of fingers is a reminder that winter is fast approaching.
It’s this time of year that has my mind wandering out west to
British Columbia.
Mid
November rolled around and I boarded an early morning flight to
Abbotsford, B.C. where I was greeted with a hug and the familiar warm
smile of Adrienne Comeau, who surprisingly was wide awake considering
she had to pick me up so early. We made our way back to the house,
to take a nap before heading out on the road to make our way to the
“T” for the week! We had made
it to our destination by mid- afternoon, where we unpacked, and met
up with the guys for a couple of drinks at the pub. The rest of the
week was spent wading chest deep, taking careful steps down stream,
tossing casts as far as we can, in hopes of a solid tug. Most
nights were spent warming up in the Log Cabin Pub and playing pool
before heading over to our friend’s house where everyone was
staying.
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| Ade checking out the river |
After one late night I knew that I wasn't going to be able
to wake up early to fish a first light run with Adrienne, so while I
was tucked in bed, she hooked and landed into a beautiful 20lb buck.
By noon I had recuperated and was ready to head back out to the
river. Ade and I met up with Patrick to fish a few runs before dark.
I started out front and made my way down the river, swinging my fly,
cast after cast. Towards the bottom of the run, I felt a tug and the
moment I lifted my rod, the fish rolled on the surface, and went for
a run taking me all the way into my backing. I managed to slowly
reel my line back in, only to have it taken away a few more times.
She finally tired enough for me to tail her and get a few quick
photos before returning her back to the river. Light was quickly fading and it wasn't too long after I had landed my beautiful doe that Pat had a good tug on his line, but with a few quick head shake, it became unbuttoned. With the sun finally setting, we made our way back to the truck marking an end to a perfect day!
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| Photo taken by: Adrienne Comeau |
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| Photo Taken by Adrienne Comeau |
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| Photo Taken by : Pat Bogdan |
The
next afternoon while fishing behind Adrienne, I had made a few casts
when suddenly my line tightened up at the bottom of my swing. Before
I could lift my rod, my reel started screaming and the fish
cartwheeled upstream. When I thought my line had finally caught up
to this hot fish upstream, it started cartwheeling downstream. With
my backing quickly dwindling, I finally got control of the fish just
as it started jumping towards me. Running backwards, and reeling in
as fast as I could wasn't enough and it became unhooked leaving me with my ass-kicked, head down, wondering what I had done wrong, and praising the fish
for everything it had done right. After
nearly a week of hard fishing , it was time for Ade and I to head
back to Chilliwack for a much needed couple days of rest and
recuperation.
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| One of my favourite views! |
During the trip back I talked to James, who thought it
would be a good idea to take the boat and head up the Harrison River
to do a bit of chum fishing. This would be my first time out on this
river. The following morning after James picked me up we headed off
to pick up the boat and grab some lunch before setting out for a few
hours of fishing.The
Harrison River is absolutely stunning, with crystal blue waters,
schools of salmon, and more eagles than I have ever seen before!
James pulled up to the bank, we set up our rods, and headed out to
swing some flies for chum. It wasn’t long before James had hooked
into a few and was showing me how it’s supposed to be done. Not
long after, he had me hooked into a few. After an hour and a half, we
hopped back into the boat and headed up the river to check out some
of the scenery.
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| James showing me how its done! |
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| Hooked into a Chum |
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| The Harrison River |
When I
arrived back at the house, Lisa had arrived from Seattle to join us
for a girl’s week, which would include Ade, April and myself. A
lot can happen when you put a bunch of crazy girls together, but one
thing is for sure, it will always end up being fun, especially when
drinks are involved. After a few days of hanging out, April, Lisa and
I packed up our fishing gear, loaded up the dogs and made our way to
the river for a couple days of steelheading. Unfortunately we had
left knowing that the uncertainty of the weather could dampen our
plans of fishing. By the time we made it to the river, along the
snow covered roads, there was only enough time to fish one run. So,
knowing this, we suited up quickly and made our way down. The wind
had picked up bringing in an expected cold front that immediately not
only froze our rods, reels and lines, but ourselves as well. The
three of us managed to stay out until the sun was nearly down, and we
headed in as we would no longer tough out the frigid temperature any
longer. There wasn't a rush to wake up early the next morning to get
out fishing as the area was going to be experiencing even colder
temperatures, so we went to the Packing House to eat dinner and make
our way to the Log Cabin Pub to warm up and shoot some pool before
heading to bed. With the weather still not co-operating, we went for
breakfast and decided to fish a run mid-afternoon in hopes of to hit
the warmest time of the day. We layered up and fished one run. With
the temperature a cold -10C, it became a challenge keeping the ice
off long enough to get a single cast, and our reels from becoming
blocks of ice. Fortunately, we girls are tough and we fished out the
run before calling it a day. The weather was becoming frustrating as
there was no end in sight to these bitter temperatures, so we made
the tough call and headed back to Chilliwack the next morning.
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Love these girls!
Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
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| Teaching the dogs new tricks |
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| April and Colby |
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Lisa and I being emo
Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
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Shots!
Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
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| Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
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| Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
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| Photo From: Lisa Schweitzer |
Once I
made it back, I headed further west to visit my family before flying
back home. After discussing some Coho fishing, I decided to stay an
extra day and do a little salmon fishing with my uncle Kevin. We
left later in the morning for an hour and a half long drive towards
Chilliwack to fish one of the local rivers. With only a few hours to
fish, we made our way down to the water.Unfortunately
there wasn't too much happening and it wasn't until the sun was
starting to set, and we were about to leave, when I hooked into a
Coho while stripping a small fly. With a fish landed we decided to call it a day
and head back to Ladner.
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| Last light hookup |
One of
the things that I enjoy the most is spending time with my family,
especially if there is an opportunity to take them out fishing. My
dad and uncles were the ones who go me into the sport from a young
age, they always allowed me to tag along with them when they went
fishing. The next day I returned back to Calgary, wondering when I
would be planning my next trip back to beautiful British
Columbia!
By the time I had made it back to Calgary the
weather had turned bitter cold with temperatures plummeting below -25
, leaving me to the tying bench patiently waiting for warmer weather.
After a few weeks the weather finally warmed up enough for Justin and
I to head out to the mountains for a day of fishing for bulls to finish
up the season of 2013.
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| A Fat Bull to finish of the year |
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| Justin gets his bull at last light |
