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Monday, September 5, 2016

Tenkara Cuts

Heavy to Light - Bamboo to Tenkara - for Cutthroats in Colorado

In 2011, on a stream we like in Colorado not far from Denver,  Fred Miller and I decided on a themed trout outing. We'd do a throwback on our throwback and use bamboo to catch and then release some cutthroat trout.  

Fred's rod, like all his gear, was museum quality and he could actually hold it with one hand. Mine from a garage sale in Canada on the other  hand, took two hands and soon had my left arm exhausted.

Now, 5 years later it was time to visit again.  We believe in resting a stream. Yes, we are that good.
Fred chose his 9 ft 3 weight and I brought my Sato Tenkara rod, extendable to 12' 9".

I fished all dries starting with a Jay Zimmerman Clown Shoe Yellow  Sally.

The cutts cooperated. Nice sized and healthy they were.

Fred fished the banks with his 3 weight.

Cutthroats are gorgeous fish but the stream is quite spectacular also.

I convinced Fred to try his hand with the tenkara and he landed a cutthroat on his 3rd drift. We'll see if he adds to his rod collection.

For traveling between stretches in this very bushy area, the tenkara rod telescopes nicely but managing the line is a challenge since, of course there is no reel on a tenkara rod.  TenkaraUSA sells "rod ties"  that look like this. 

I wanted something a little more permanent so I mounted a hook keeper onto the top of the first telescoping section and squeezed a small rubber O-ring between the screw off end cap and the cork handle.

Then when I collapse the rod I loop the extra line around the hook keeper and figure 8 around the rod plug in bottom. 

Where to put the fly is still a problem so I wind an elastic band around the grip and roll it up and down as the  tippet gets longer and shorter to hook in the barbless fly. 

Ready to bush whack.

Much as I dislike removing a fish from the water, Fred insisted we pose this nice cutthroat for a portrait. At least I didn't touch him and he was only out for two breaths. Unfortunately, Fred encountered a proud father and his pre-teen daughter with a string of DEAD cutthroats. It was enough to make you cry. Fortunately for them, Fred was at a loss for words. Want to bet they are now getting freezer burn prior to being trashed in a few months. Why, oh why,  can't we get over this obsession to flaunt a kill. 

Sunday, May 1, 2016

No Chance in Hell

A story of Statistics, Fine Bourbon, and Divine Intervention

    This blog has four characters:

  • David Nickum, E.D. 
  • Colorado Trout Unlimited. 
    • Ken Neubecker,
    •  A.D. American Rivers.
    • Paula Fothergill, 
    • Casting for Recovery
    •  Instructor & Volunteer

  • The Pope

     David lured me to the table displaying 10 bottles of Boathouse Colorado Bourbon and whispered under his breath, "John, if you buy now, you'll have a one in one chance of winning the Scott 9 weight fly rod."
    I demurred. Too good to be true. $75 for a great tasting bottle of local bourbon and a fly rod. There must be a catch.
    Ten minutes later I wandered by again.
   "John, now you have one chance in five at the bourbon and fly rod," David said. Still, not bad odds. I decided to think about it and sampled another tumbler of the bourbon. It really was good.
    As the bourbon warmed my mid-section and clouded my mind with images of tarpon leaping, it became crystal clear that this was a good deal.I turned over my credit card to David who said, "OK, John, you're now at one chance in seven, but still that's pretty good odds."
    I had a good feeling about this as I checked my silent auction bids for a trip on the Fraser with Kirk Kancke, a pair of Smith Sunglasses, and an original watercolor of Chimney Rock. I passed on my optimism to Ken Neubecker.
    "I bought a bottle also," he said. "But I put Paula's name on it. She wins everything."
Unlikely, I thought. Random chance is random chance.
The tension built as David declared the silent auction closed and he opened bottle #8 for more sampling. I can only guess the liquor cabinet where bottles 9 and 10 were going. A hush grew over the nervous crowd of Colorado Trout Unlimited Chapter leaders as they waited for the drawing of the winner of the $795 Scott Fly Rod.
     A young fly caster from the CTU Youth Camp stuck his hand into the antique rattan creel and pulled out .....
"Paula Fothergill!!"
    Wait a minute, wait a minute. She always wins.
     I rushed over to Ken. "OK Ken. Something must be done. I'm calling the Pope. This is just not right." Paula, who was standing next to Ken, gave me that patented sly smile of hers and said, "Well it probably won't help. One time when I was in Argentina fishing and got really ill, my friend convinced me to come down to dinner and I was seated next to the Archbishop of Argentina. He's in Rome now and we really don't keep in close touch."

    The moral of this story is that if Paula is in the room and you are going to enter the drawing, you better make a deal with her or you chances are no chance in hell.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Fly Fishing in Ecuador - 2/2016 - Trout on the Equator?

     I thought it would be easy and I could be wrong about this but Google never lies. Hours of searching failed to reveal guides, regulations, fishing reports, fly shops, stream flows, or fishing lodges near Quito in Ecuador. Once there it appeared that "Pesca Deportiva" meant a concrete tank filled with rainbow trout, a piece of broom stick, a hook attached to a piece of string, and a ball of bread dough. You hook a fish, cough up $3 and then eat it grilled.
     Like many countries, Morocco for example, Ecuador is focused on ocean fishing at present and fresh water fishing is not yet on the radar. From facebook post, none within 2 years, I guessed that you could take a bus from Quito to Papallacta and fish the streams in the high Andes coming out of the Cayambe-coca Ecological Reserve.
     Brenda and I booked a night at the hot springs resort Termes del Papallacta. It looked to be about 2 hours away on an iffy road well up in the Andes on the way to the jungle. We were just finishing a tour of Machu Picchu and the Galapagos so I asked our tour leader to help me get a reliable taxi. He hooked us up with the transit company for the tour. It seemed a little salty at $75 but at least I had recourse if things fell apart. This is the vehicle that showed up to take us and only us to the resort. The road turned out to be new highway with little traffic and not nearly a scary as the 8 hour trip from Santiago, Chile to Mendosa, Argentina over the same mountain range.

 The road turned out to be new highway with little traffic and not nearly a scary as the 8 hour trip from Santiago, Chile to Mendosa, Argentina over the same mountain range.
Crossing over the highest pass. Note the latitude. 0 degrees, of course,  means almost on the equator.

Termas de Papallacta also turned out to be exactly what I'd hoped for except, when I asked the front desk about guides or maps for fishing she said, "Oh no. There's no fishing here. We are in the middle of an ecological preserve." Well damn. 

Luckily, as is the usually the case with the front desk around the world, no one really knows anything about fly fishing. Only 100 yards from the front desk I encountered this sign at the entrance to the ecological reserve.
The fifth line reads,
 I always "only fish under normal regulations," so I got out my Tenkara and hiked up the trail.  I'm more than happy to buy a license if only there is a way to do it. I've had the same problem in France, Morocco, Turks and Caicos, China, Fiji, and India. I give it three honest tries and then tie on a parachute adams, or in this case a tenkara fly.

There was plenty of fishing looking water similar to the small streams in Colorado and Pennsylvania. Elevation was about 9,000 feet. Stream temperature was about 50F. 

Aha. A rainbow on the equator. Apparently rainbow trout were brought to Ecuador in the 1970's, probably to be farmed for "Pesca Desportiva." This little stream was loaded with their descendants. They were healthy and hungry and not that large as you would expect at this elevation. I hooked and released about 20 in two hours. There were decent hatches of mayflies and midges taking place. 

Overall a very satisfying fly fishing for trout on the equator experience.