No Water, No Fish

We've had a slow month here at VMFF. I wish I could say it's because we've been too busy studying, but really, it's because water levels are so low that our favorite spots are either dried up or almost there. Don't believe me? Here's the USGS water level readings for the Rapidan:

Here's to hoping we get some much needed rain here in the near future. Otherwise, you probably won't be hearing much from us!

Martinsville AIM rotation and the Smith River

It's been a while since I've posted, but believe me when I say it's because I've been too busy fishing.

Upon hearing that I was placed in Martinsville for my Ambulatory Internal Medicine rotation, I quickly went to google to find out about fishing opportunities in the area.  I was dismayed when I saw no significant smallmouth waters in the area.  I tried to convince myself that no fishing was a good thing as I'd be able to actually get some studying done for the Medicine shelf exam.  I packed up and headed down, leaving my waders and fly tying kit at home.

Little did I know that Martinsville has a premier tailwater loaded with trout just 15 minutes away.

On my first day of clinic, I was fortunate enough to interview a patient who had a bass pro shop hat on, which meant I ended up spending most of the interview talking about good fishing locations (whoops!).  He told me about the Smith River and stories he's heard about people pulling monster browns out of the river in the special regulation section (always a good sign if there's a special regulation section).  He hadn't been up to the river in a while though and didn't want to promise me anything.

So after two days of researching the river I finally made a trip up.

Note: since it's a tailwater, the dam releases water for a certain amount of time each day which makes it unfishable.  The past month it was usually running from around 1pm to 6-7pm each day.  I'd recommend hitting up the water just when they turn off the generators.  It seems like the insect life plans their hatches for right as the water starts to level off which means you can prepare for top feeding trout starting about 20-30 minutes after generating ends.  To find out when they will be generating, call to hear the Army Corps of Engineer's recorded message at: (276) 629-2432.  Also know that since it's a tailwater, the water will be cold all the time making fishing for trout possible in the late summers while it also keeps the water unfrozen in the winters so if you want to fish a midge hatch in January, you can.

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I first set out to the special regulation section at 7pm to see what was going on.  Unfortunately, I almost died of shock when I got in the water without my left-at-home waders.  The waters in the section just above the bridge at rt. 666 were high still as it would take a while for the levels to subside.  So without even making any casts in the section, I shivered my way back to my car and headed up to Philpott Dam to see what was going on there.

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What I found was quite possibly the best half mile of water I've fished in Virginia.  Because of the difference in temperature between the humid air and the cold water, a thick 10 feet of fog sat over the water.  Through the fog I could just barely see rising trout.  And I could see them everywhere.  They were mainly in the seams feeding regularly on a decent hatch of tiny insects which I assumed were tricos.  Despite my lack of waders and a medical condition where I get paralyzed because of extremely cold temperatures, I wet waded in to try my luck.  I put on a a size 16 parachute and immediately started getting hits.  Most of the browns and rainbows were from 10-16 inches but I know I missed hooking on to at least two browns that were much bigger.  Unfortunately, because the generating schedule ends so late, it only leaves about 2 hours for decent fishing before it gets too hard to see with the lighting and the fog.  There are talks in the works though that will hopefully result in better scheduling.

I eventually made the trek home that weekend to retrieve the rest of my fly fishing equipment and spent about 2-3 days each week fishing the Philpott Dam section.  In the end, Martinsville was a complete surprise and a great place to fish.  I'd drive the 2 1/2 hour drive down from Charlottesville anytime to spend a weekend fishing the Smith.  It's just that good.

Western Montana: Bitterroot River

As I look out on the waters and the mountains and the big sky surrounding me in western Montana, the same ones so eloquently portrayed and described in Norman Maclean's A River Runs Through It, I can't help but feel something special is going on. Out here, human life is slowed down, and fishing life is sped up. To paint an example, I am writing from the small town of Melrose on the shores of the Big Hole River, a town consisting of one motel, one bar/restaurant, and two fly shops. Even the bartender I met tonight said he has been here for just six weeks, having up and moved here for the summer to fish, because last summer he met the owner of the bar during his own fishing trip and she gave him a job here this summer.

Anyways, I want to keep this excerpt about the Bitterroot River and our experience with the guides provided to us by Bill Abbot's service there. We flew into Missoula on Tuesday morning and got into the town of Hamilton where we stayed the first three nights by mid afternoon. Bill, who came highly recommended to us by our more experienced (some might say expert) fly fishing friends, Top Prusak and Jack Hess, picked us up from the airport and drove us an hour south to Hamilton. He showed us around town and took us down to the river for a quick view before dropping us off at our motel for the night. But with a few hours of daylight left, my dad and I made our way over to the river for a few hours before calling it a night, and while we both had out share of hits, he landed the only one of the evening, a nice 16 inch cutthroat.

The next morning, our guide Jeff picked us up at 8:30 and we drove about 30 minutes south to the put in of Appleberry on the West Fork of the Bitterroot. On our way, we saw our first creature of the trip, a black moose, hanging by the side of the dirt road a couple miles below our put-in spot. The stretch of river from Appleberry down to our take-out of Trapper's Creek Job Corp has a very scenic canyon-like personality. Cutthroats, a lot like brook trout, are not especially picky eaters, and the characteristics of this stretch of the river gave us a great opportunity to hook into a good share of fish on dry flies, almost exclusively on a pattern called the Purple Haze (which is basically an Adams tied with a purple body), although we caught a few on gold stimulators and caddis. Jeff took good care of us all day (it's amazing how all these guides can tie knots so quickly and change flies like it's no effort at all). Near the beginning of the float, Jeff pointed out a small dark eddy along a riffly bend and told me to make a cast there since I was in the front of the boat. Sure enough, after a good cast in there if I may say so, I hooked into a beautiful 16 inch Cut. From there, all the jokes about being in the front of the boat giving you a big advantage ensued. In all, we both caught close to 40-50 fish that day, working out to be a fantastic first day of fishing.

The following morning our guide Wes McCay picked us up and we floated the main stem of the Bitterroot. This section has a completely different personality, filled with bigger, deep pools and channels in an open valley, defined by panoramic vistas and white rock shores. As such, Wes suited us up with nymphing rigs to start the morning and for most of the day. However, we did catch a good few on dries as well. This section holds slightly bigger fish, and while neither of us caught the big ones I think Wes was hoping we'd catch, we did get a few in the net that pushed the 16 inch range. The most successful patterns for our rigs were a black stone paired with a red copper john dropper. Interestingly, while I was fishing an orange stimulator dry fly at one point, I caught a huge 20 inch Northern Pike Minnow, which is not the prettiest fish but is apparently fairly scarce and very carnivorous and eats just about anything it can. Again, we had another very good day of fishing.

On our third and last day on the Bitterroot, we again has Jeff as our guide. He took us up to the West Fork again, this time putting in at the place we took out two days prior. Saving the best for last, this was our best day on the Bitterroot. We literally caught fish all day long, especially during a torrid golden stonefly hatch that took off around noon and lasted for almost two hours. The hatch was so thick that as the bugs were crawling on my skin and down my shirt and into every crevice of my fanny pack, I tried to swipe a few off my neck and accidentally hit my sunglasses into the river, never to be found again. During this time you could cast big bushy imitations to rising fish literally 5 feet away and catch big cutthroats. The biggest one I caught was nearly 18 inches, which is great for a Cut, but we both caught several in the 15-16 inch range consistently. This stretch of the river also has a certain canyon-like feel to it, but it opens up a bit more and provided some great long riffle pools perfect for getting wading.

Our experience on the Bitterroot River, and with Bill Abbot's guide service, was nothing short of awesome. We caught a ton of fish and the scenery was something special to behold. Anyone planning to come to Montana to fish would do well to give the Bitterroot some serious consideration.

Fishing Report: Mossy Creek 7-9

It's been a while since we've last posted.  Fortunately it hasn't been because we're not fishing.  We just have been too exhausted after trips to put up anything.  Hopefully we'll be able to make relevant posts now despite being two or three weeks late.

I got today off from my internal medicine rotation because I'll be on call tomorrow effectively ruining my weekend.  Since the last time we reported on Mossy, Kyle went back and actually caught another huge brown.  Ridiculous.  I'm pretty sure he's using dynamite.  Because I was not in attendance for his successful trip, I had to make yet another trip in search of big browns.

To make it for the morning trico hatch, I got to the fog laden river around 5:30 and found fish sipping flies off the surface all over the place.  It was obvious that they recently restocked the river because there was a swarm of something like fifty 6-10 inch fish in the pool just below the bridge.  Water levels were low but manageable and a lot of the mud that was present last time I was there was no longer an issue.  Essentially, it was a perfect day to fish.

I had a bunch of early misses that initially frustrated me as well as one hook up of a big guy on a hopper pattern that happened by accident while I was trying to untangle some line.  By the time I realized I had a fish on, he had already made an epic leap that dislodged the hook.  I'm kind of glad though; I would have been pretty disappointed about having my first huge brown caught by accident.

Starting at around 8:00, the stocked trout began to feed consistently on something small on the surface.  I tried some trico spinners with no luck but found that a tiny, size 16, parachute adams seemed to draw plenty of hits.  I was impressed by their eating habits.  Usually these stocked fish snub their noses at anything that doesn't look like a pellet.

Eventually I hooked my first decently large brown.  He had definitely been there a while and put up and awesome but muddy fight.  By the time I had him in hand, I was literally covered in mud.  But it was worth it.  He took to a tiny parachute adams down underneath the lower bridge in a pool surrounded by stocked trout.

Then I found the money spot.  I can't divulge where it is for fear of others taking to it and catching all the browns.  But I can say that it's freaking awesome.  I spent my final hour there honing my skills with a pheasant tail nymph pulling in fish after fish.  In the end I think I pulled in about 20-30 fish (and I tried to document a decent number of them just so Rich and Kyle would know I wasn't lying when I told them).

On a side note, I met another fisherman out there today who was there for the first time.  Got to talking to him and found out he was about fed up with the river considering he had had no luck and was tired of getting tangled up in the brush.  I gave him a kreelex and promised him it'd get results.  Sure enough, about 30 minutes later, he pulled in a decent size fish.  Not bad for his first day on the river having only just started fly fishing about a year ago.  The kreelex showed off how awesome it is yet again.

Arkansas River in Colorado Part 3

Terry, Dad, and I spent our last day fishing the Ark down by the Wellsville bridge. This is located just upstream from the Ark Anglers' private lease where Stuart took us the day before. Aside from that lease, I have not found a sweeter spot on the Ark downstream from Buena Vista. There is an island in the middle of the river just upstream from the bridge with excellent holes and riffles on either side. We got there very early to stake a claim, which was essential. There was moderate pressure that day with a few other parties of anglers coming out later in the morning and throughout the afternoon. The other fishermen were exceptionally respectful of our beats, and we all shared this stretch easily.

I spent the morning experimenting with different streamers and nymph rigs. I was having some trouble drawing a bead on exactly what the fish wanted, but with some help from my dad (and his ever calming presence), I ended up catching some very nice fish on a prince nymph/baetis emerger combo. Experience truly won out that day as Terry and my dad nailed fish all day long. The key was using the 5x fluorocarbon tippet that Dad bought the day before. That stuff is worth the money. It sinks like a stone and is completely invisible to the trout. We found fish mostly holding in calm slants within the riffles as well as along the foam lines, making that Thursday a wonderful lesson in reading the water.

Once the afternoon came, things really clicked in for the three of us and we had pretty consistent luck. In fact, just before lunch dad hooked into a huge brown implementing the drop and count method into the foam (see 2nd Ark post for details) at the upstream end of the island. Terry and I watched him from the bank while we chowed-down on some sandwiches. He sprang up from prone with fly line ripping off his reel. Unfortunately for him, dad failed to remember the boy scout motto "be prepared" and had taken off his vest as he edged up to the foam-topped eddy. Without a net, he had no chance of landing the monster and after a good fight the fish was gone. Still, hats off to our instructor, Stuart, who taught us a very productive and sneaky maneuver to hook some giant trout!

This trip was the best thing a boy could ask for. I had an awesome time roaming the country with my dad, got to fish with him and another great pal, and even learned a thing or two about throwing dice in Central City. A long road trip was just what I needed after four months of boards studying. If you have the time, I highly recommend savoring the journey and not just the fishing part of a trip. Tight lines, and thanks to everyone in Colorado who helped make our trip a success.

Connections: Medicine and Fly Fishing

I recently had the pleasure of talking with Richard Formato, one of the top fly fishermen in the country, the other day about his new project which coincidentally is just the kind of thing we're all about here at VMFF (ie. fly fishing and medicine).

In case you haven't watched the Outdoor, Versus, or ESPN Outdoors channels at all, you may not realize what fishing shows consist of.  Most of what you can find out there consists of close up shots of huge fish hauled in using the "newest and most technologically advanced" lure the world has ever seen.  In my opinion, fishing just hasn't translated to the big screen as well as other sports.  Televised golf, for instance, has been able to capture some of what golf is about: slow panning shots of a fairway, the hushed voice of a sports commentator describing how smooth a back swing is, the close in views of a golfer as he intensely examines the subtle curves of a green, the quiet applause of spectators acknowledging a job well done.  Fishing shows, on the other hand, have missed the point.  Case and point: Bill Dance


Fortunately for the fishing community, I think Richard Formato may have a way to help turn things around.  Richard has just recently begun putting together a show about what fishing is really about; trying to show how therapeutic it can be to be out on the river making long deliberate casts to captious trout.  For example, in the trailer for the show, The Healing Stream (watch it here), Richard helps an Iraq veteran learn how to use fly fishing as a way to help in the healing process.  They also pull in what looks to be like some pretty decent brookies.  (On that note, I'll have to figure out where they were filming so I can plan some future excursions.)

Screenshot from The Healing Stream's trailer

Hopefully in the near future, we'll get to watch more of Richard's work and see more about how fly fishing can be an effective form of therapy.  Keep on the look out for more about this and help spread the word!

Arkansas River in Colorado Part 2

Day two on the Ark was pretty tough with much colder temps and high winds. It amazed me how much the weather could change in the mountains day to day with highs only in the 40s after 70s the day before. We caught fewer fish, but they were hard earned and still absolutely gorgeous. Sefan at Ark Angers saved the day by putting us on a public stretch not far from town for the afternoon that produced some nice browns. I have the spot marked on the fishing map.

After a tough day two, we decided to book a morning guided wade trip through the shop. I think they pulled out all the stops for us and called in a true ringer named Stuart Andrews. Stuart has been fishing for about 40 years and really knows his stuff. The wade trip was on a private lease starting below the Wellsville bridge that had a great mix of deep pools, short cliffs, and some shallow pocket water on the sides. We started out showing off our casting "prowess" for Stuart who fine tuned our strokes. I was amazed by how he could make small adjustments to my casting and cause huge improvements in minutes. Again, hiring a guide every once in a while is a GREAT idea and made our third and fourth days on the Arkansas truly memorable.

We fished nymph rigs with a small chartreuse Copper John dropper. That little thing was deadly! I had never seen chartreuse copper wire like that before, but it imitated the chartreuse caddis larvae we found teeming under the rocks. Here's another pearl, go ahead and spend the extra money for fluorocarbon monofilament for your nymph rigs. It's completely invisible to the fish and it sinks like a stone. Just another trick I learned from Stuart. This setup gave us a real edge and we caught some truly stunning browns and 'bows.

As for actual fishing techniques, I learned a few awesome tricks from Stuart. First and foremost if you don't know about fishing the foam lines, try it! Stuart reminded us that wild fish don't like to expend a lot of energy while they are feeding. No joke, but how does that help you? Well, look for the seams between faster water and more calm water. These are generally the places where foam bubbles will form and make streaks down the current, and they are perfect spots for trout to lay in wait for food being swept downstream in the faster water.

Stuart also taught us some secrets about finding big fish. If you are on a larger river with collections of foam in the deep eddies along the banks, get your nymphs in there! You'll see lots of spent flies lying in the white foam and maybe even some trout sipping there. Also, bigger fish feel secure because the foam forms a canopy protecting them from birds like ospreys. The trick here is to sneak up on your belly very slowly, and with just a little fly line out, drop your nymphs right into the foam. You may see a take on your indicator, but if not just count to five and blindly set. Repeat this maneuver and work around the foam until you hook a 20+ inch brown.

Not only is he among the best fishermen I've ever met, stuart is also an accomplished artist. His compositions capture the American West and the changes that we have made on the landscape as we have tried to tame it. He has some really beautiful works, and I hope to own a few of them whenever I pay off my student loans. Check out his gallery online, it is worth more then a few minutes of your time. Thanks for your expertise and teaching, Stuart. We hope to fish with you again sometime soon, hopefully on a high mountain lake trip for cutthroat.