Monday, March 30, 2015
The Narraguagus River is a Queen of waters among salmon rivers. She has all the components that make for strong shouldered fish like those of the Matapedia and Moisie. This is a river of Salmon and very few Grilse.
It was not my first year in pursuit of a Salar encounter. I had been traveling to Maine in late May and June for three years and visited most of the other rivers with major runs. Penobscott, Sheepscot, Pleasant, Dennys and Machais had all received some time with no takers.
I arrived in Cherryfield late in the day and spent the night in a local motel. The rain had been coming in buckets and was not giving up. The river would be in full glory and sounding a dark rage. Reality was far more harsh than my words. Even with such conditions the casters were lined up at the Cable Pool. Other pools down river were available but most anglers would put their rods in order and wait their turn on this highly productive water. I seem to remember hours between rotations at times.
On this day I decided to cross the rail trestle below the pool and fish from river right. My 8 1/2 foot Fenwick glass 8 weight would be a limited match for a raging river that offered little back cast room. Sinking line and a huge Mickey Finn was my set up.
As the rain continued, I made cast after cast shooting out as much line as possible and then letting the heavy current take more line down river through my fingers. This is a technique that I now use to control the side ways speed of my fly in faster water. In the middle of a swing it finally happened. I had a salmon on my line in a raging river with no less that thirty people lining the banks. The show was on. The fish jumped multiple times, screamed down river, bored its way to the opposite bank where I thought it had wrapped a rock, coxed close at hand on a heavy leader and finally came to net. I then did what seemed natural. I removed the hook quickly scampered back to the river and let the fish go. What a thrill.
You could have heard a pin drop!
Now, today we call it 'Live Release' and before that 'Catch & Release' and up in Maine in 1973 they called it 'I can't believe he let it go'. I remember one fellow coming up to me and telling me that if I am going to release a salmon that I should not have used the net. I have hand tailed many fish for myself and others, removed the hook and having the catch on it's way in a matter of moments since.
I think for many that day it was the first time they experienced the release part of the equation. The following year I made a stop at L.L. Bean for supplies and a fellow said, "Hey, you're that guy who let the Salmon go up on Naraguagus." I proudly said, "Yes I am".
Sadly, the salmon of the cable are now visions in my mind. I Remember Atlantic Salmon In Maine.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
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Friday, March 20, 2015
Any day in February, that you have five hook ups is a great day to me. I then asked how his partner did. "He didn't get any to take" he said. "We were fishing the same water with the same flies and I just can't explain why. He has all the passion and desire and did work hard, but just did not connect."
Well, I think I can explain exactly why and it has to do with what I call Learned Instinct. Fish have instinct that is extremely powerful. The slightest thing out of place will freeze them from moving, let alone take a fly.
Some of us will go through an entire day and not give a thought as to what is happening under the water. Some of us will watch with great concentration as our line moves with the flow. Some of us could close our eyes and feel every move the line is making. When you get to that point you have achieved Learned Instinct.
The angler who throws out his line without thought is relying on luck. The angler who watches every movement is learning. The angler who can feel has learned what is right and makes it happen without thought. Sort of like a basketball player who has achieved spontaneous action. No premeditated thought goes into the process but the result is a basket.
The difference in my friend and his partner is the number of hours of careful attention paid to what is happening at every moment.
The moral to this story is that you need to fish a lot if you want to be successful. Not every day will produce the catch, but your chances increase with every moment you are willing to pay attention.