I woke up feeling slightly defeated knowing that we were leaving on this day. We had not caught a fish. Most of the fish were in the lower half of the river. We were up at the upper portion of the river. We had not fished above the bridge yet so we thought that we would give it a shot before our trip to the airport. There was so much good looking water, but just no fish. That isn’t entirely true. We saw a few fish. Sight fishing to these beasts is quite exhilarating. We walked and walked. We fished and fished. Nothing happened. We gave up. We headed back to camp to have lunch, pack everything away, and head to the airport.We arrived at the infamous nine mile bridge. There were a couple of guys fishing it that had been there since about 5 am. They were taking a break, so I stepped in. I had a couple of follows from some big fish which made my heart race. I switched to a fly that I have to most confidence in. We call it, “The Magic Fly”. I was working it hard. A guide stepped in and told me how few fish were caught on the flies from the bridge area. He also handed me a fly that he thought would work. It looked very similar to my magic fly. We laughed about our taste in flies. It gave me a little more confidence. In the 11th hour. I hooked up.It all came together. Caught, pictures, release. Now I can return home with a smile on my face. Now we are planning our return for next year. Hopefully, just like this steelhead.
Hike 21/52 was out to Lynx Lake Cabin #1. We planned on skiing, but the beautiful weather meant more ice than snow. The cold temperatures at night made for quite an uneven surface. Walking was more productive. So we walked.
We call him Finn. He is still learning about his new family and his new home. He grows bigger and smarter every day. That is a good thing because he started off pretty small and unknowing. He is a great addition to our family.
Time to look for some birds with him soon.
It has been a rather warm fall, but the snow is here to stay and we are acting accordingly.The sunrises and sunsets are incredible with our shorter days and longer nights.The walks with the dogs require us getting more and more bundled up as the temps drop. The dogs need to keep moving to stay warm.We are able to take our fat bikes to more locations as the snow settles in. This is the Middle Earth trail in Kincaid Park. One of our favorites.Lando braves the cold runs with me and never complains.
Booties are sometimes necessary for skijoring.
I just can’t seem to help myself. October rolls around and the thought of standing in cold water not catching anything gets very appealing. The previous year was very good to me. Catching 3 Steelhead on my first Alaskan outing made me feel like a pro. This year, the rivers was blown out.I was still able to manage to land one which required being out at the river before everyone else. It was cold and as the water level dropped, my expectations rose. The fishing was probably great the day after we left.The drive home was beautiful. We stopped at Tern Lake to watch the swans. A couple of weeks later, I thought that the water level had dropped enough to make the fishing a little better. I knew that it would be cold, so I rented a hotel room instead of camping. I feel like I am getting
The day started with a few feet of ice on the bank. It was tough to release fish without taking them out of the water. This Dolly Varden looks small compared to the giant bird prints in the ice. I realized that the old get up early trick might be in order. A few weeks ago there would be 6 people in the popular spots when the sun rose. This time I was the only one there. I did see one other person fishing, but he was walking over to the restaurant to get breakfast as I was heading to the river. It paid off.One fish per day turned out to be the most I could get. It was more than I could ask for. I will be back next October to do it again.
Obi had been passing out so we took him to the vet. He was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy. We were told that he wouldn’t have much longer to live. I surprised Amanda with some professional pet photos for her birthday.
So I got the boys dressed in their finest bow ties and had Nancy of On The Loose take some outstanding pictures. We couldn’t be happier.
Hike 18/52. Took the guys out on another steep and empty hike. Obi did flush one bird that flew down 1000 feet in elevation to the trees. I did not want to hike down to tree line and back up. He did his job, I did not.
There were still blueberries (this was taken in late September).The views were incredible and the pictures never do it justice.