Due to the blackout in Downtown Vancouver I got an unexpected day off today, so I decided to hit the mighty Cheddar for the first time this season.
I was disappointed to see the river in very poor shape for my taste. Still a foot too high, very silty, with visibility around half a foot in the lower and the mid rivers.
This is what it looked like near one of my favourite haunts:
I tried a few casts just for the sake of it, but no joy.
I was with my son, for whom this was the first outing for salmon ever, and I thought that the day would be a fishless one, much to his disappointment.
I decided to try further up the river, above the clay banks, hoping to find some clear water.
Again, much to my disappointment, all of "my spots" looked rather unfishable. The water was simply too high to allow for the formation of those wonderful spring holding pools.
I decided to check one more spot - one that I don't usually fish because of the snagfest that usually goes on in there, but much to my surprise, there was only one car there instead of the usual 10-12. Hmmmm....maybe it is worth it.
So my son and I descended to the river, only to find two guys fishing TOW, all set with bright orange betties and long leaders.
Not wanting a confrontation, I just sat down and watched for a while. Sure indeed, they were coveriing the wrong water and they hooked into a couple sockeye within ten minutes. Fortunately for me, they were losing their gear quite often, which gave me a chance to position myself in the right spot while they were retying.
Out came a juicy roe bag and a pinch of pink yarn, tied on a #2 red gammy on a 24" leader under a DNE float. I cast a couple of times to get the feel of the bottom and readjust my float to just about a foot off the bottom. Once I was confortable that the weight wouldn't snag, I proceeded to work the seam between the fast and slow waters leading to a nice deep pool - the only truly "springy" looking water I saw today.
On one of the casts, the float went down. I set the hook, but didn't connect. Sure enough, the roe bag was trashed.
Confident that the piece of water was definitely holding a sping or two, I put another bag on the hook and cast again. At almost exactly the same spot the float went down again with a vengeance. This time I was ready and the battle was on!
I nice 26 inch red chinook leaped out of the water trying to rid itself of the gammy.
Once the fish was in the pool holding on to the bottom, I offered the rod to my boy, but he declined saying he'd rather I played it. (He has no salmon fishing experience whatsoever and this is his first time in Canada).
Ok, son, I said, and I proceeded to play the fish carefully, as losing it would have disappointed him tremendously.
Fortunately, I did everything by the book, and the buck pretty much cooperated after a couple of not very long runs.
Once landed, it was quickly dispatched and cleaned.
Here's the fish in the kitchen ready to be cleaned:
And here's the final result: Twelve of these are now in the freezer, plus the head and some trimmings for a soup:
Best part of the day was seeing the two guys quickly switching to float fishing after some consultation with me, and one of them actually landing another spring!
I am still of the belief that many poeple just don't know better, and will try to change their flossing ways once they are taught how to fish alternative methods.
I was very happy to catch a nice red spring for my son, but will be even happier when he catches his own. Unfortunately, the baitcaster doesn't agree with him yet - I guess a lot of practice is in order, as Dad would rather fish that undo birdsnests.
Conclusion?
I was lucky, as the river is really not to my liking yet. If it had been a weekend (my usual fishing time) I wouldn't have fished the spot I was at today. There's just too many people there on a Saturday or Sunday. And with the water levels going down, soon other, better pools will form in the area and it is going to be the gong show it always is.
Anyway, the red springs are trickling in, but you really have to target them in the right water to avoid hooking into sockeye. I didn't hook into a single sockeye today, which means I was covering the right water in the right way. And that, my friends, is almost as gratifying as catching my first spring of 2008.
Tight lines to all of you and happy salmon season.
Milo