Finally, Saturday was the end of my drought. I hit the lower part of the river in the morning hitting some known fish areas eventually running into Chris and Gwin. They kindly gave me some pointers on their methods and showed me some of their key holes
, thanks guys - it was nice to see how the pro's do it. However no love, or respect, was shown to any of us by the old ironheads.
I was wet, cold, and ready for a coffee break (this being a union shop and all) so off I went to the upper part of the river.
The first stop was the run just below Tamahi across from the turnoff to the camping area. Water was nice, but again did not feel the love. I got back to the truck and tried to leave, but my tires did not like the very slight incline away from the road when it is covered in snow. They spun away putting about 2kms on my odometer but not moving the truck 2"s. I found some sand across the street to put down under the tires but that only resulted in the inside of my drivers door getting covered in mud as I peered out while watching my tires spin.
After 20 minutes of fruitless effort, another fisherman came back to his truck, gave me a side glance and drove away - thanks for the help mate! I cleared the snow away only to find about 3-4 inches of solid ice between the snow and the ground - hence no grip. I remembered I had a machete in the back of the truck that I use for clearing brush, so it became my ice sculpting tool. An hour later after hacking the ice away down to the underlying dirt, off I went, cursing my cheap friggin' tires.
Snooped around a few sites to see what was happening, and ended up near the hatchery. After watching one guy hook into and loose a fish I cracked out the rod one more time. Within 30 minutes the guy next to me hooked into and lost 4 fish. He either hit a honey hole, or maybe it was the fact that he had 5-6 feet between his float and weight, and another 3-4 feet of leader and was dredging the bottom. That was certainly not my technique, with 2.5 - 3 feet between float and weight and less than 12" of leader. However after about 1 hour of casting in gin clear water, and about 4 feet off shore, I was finally rewarded with my float literally disappeared from sight. I was watching it one moment, then it not only went under - it totally disappeared (remember gin clear water and only 4 feet from shore). I hauled back and off it went. After some nice runs, and a couple of aerial spins, a small wild doe very reluctantly came to shore. Out came the black tube, and off to the hatchery it went to bring forth some very large offspring.
It is probably the smallest doe in the hatchery - but it broke my drought. The day was full of misadventures but finally turned around. More than I can say for the Canucks