DocEsox
09-02-2007, 05:04 PM
Just spent my second Thursday night in a row with no sleep due to travelling for fishing adventures.....I know life is tough, then we die.... :wink: . Alaskan fishing is not uncrowded at all.....not where a road system is or anywhere around Anchorage.....the problem is nearly everyone fishes. And the weather has been great....hi 60's, low 70's all week. Had booked a guide friend of mine, whom I originally met on an Alaskan fishing internet site, for fishing on the middle Kenai Friday for big rainbows, dollies and coho salmon. We usually go fishing after his guiding season is over but I wanted to use his "professional time" for once. When I talked to him before leaving he told me the silvers are late and hardly any are in the Kenai yet and the trout fishing had been very slow....he thought we might try "something different". Thursday night my daughter screamed for me to come outside to see this:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/BackyardRainbow.jpg
Figured this was a good sign for the fishing trip and made ready. Took off at 2 am to make the drive down to Soldatna.....about 160 miles...nothing like driving in the early morning dark here when the moose love to cross the roadways....keeps you alert. Made it in time for a 30 minute nap and Ed was rapping on my car window...he brought another flyfishing friend of his, Joe. We threw all the stuff in Eds' car and headed for the secret place. Any unfished place is virtually unheard of on the Kenai peninsula due to how many people fish, have float planes, etc, etc.. Immediately Ed required a blood oath about not revealing the location of this spot or he would kick me out of the car. After administering said oath Ed told me a little about this creek we would be fishing and brought up the fact is was extremely bear infested....brown bear style. He probably failed to mention this earlier as he knew my wife, the general, would have nixed the deal. I had brought my bear spray (which I promptly left in the truck and didn't get it into the boat.....so smart) so was only a bit overconcerned about be mauled and eaten. At least Ed was packing his .41 magnum....which MIGHT dissuade a brownie but would be more likely just to piss it off more. I think he said he only packed two bullets....one each to kneecap me and Joe so he could get away while the bears ate us. Anyway we hit the boat launch in the dark:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Boatramp.jpg
Soon after hitting the water thick fog rolled over us...thank goodness for GPS systems .... although I think Ed arranged for the fog so I wouldn't know where we were at. Didn't see a moose driving down on the road but we weren't a few minutes into the fog on lake when we almost hit this big cow crossing the lake:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EarlyMooseSwim.jpg
When we got to the mouth of creek you couldn't even tell any water was there or there was a creek......how Ed found this little creek I'll never know. We beached the boat up in the creek right about sun up:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Sunrise-1.jpg
It was a picturesque little water with spawning sockeye and the grass matted down everywhere on the banks from the bear traffic:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/thecreek.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Ed.jpg
Ed said he brought me here cause he knew how much I liked fishing little water and wasn't that worried about the size of the fish. The spawning sockeye had lots of little dollies which followed them up to eat stray eggs. The dollies usually sit a few to several feet behind spawning salmon in running water. The dollies are nearing their spawning time also and some of their body colors were fantastic. There are few fish as beautiful as charrs in their spawning colors (dolly varden, bull trout, arctic charr, brookies). There were no human tracks on the creek but the shore was covered with tracks from our furry, bruin friends. Let me apologize for some of the fuzziness of many of the pictures as the fog and heavy humidity on the creek seemed to effect my little digital Canon. These two were on cast number one and two:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Firstcast.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/2ndcast.jpg
I could tell this was going ot be a great trip. It took Joe about half an hour to figure it out then he began to score:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Joescores.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/JoeRelease.jpg
There were numerous trees, overhangs and the like around the banks making backcasting nearly out of the question and requiring some odd positions to fish from:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/UnderTreeDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Highbackcast.jpg
That last picture was my strike indicator (flyfisherman's name for a bobber...... :twisted: )....the picture was looking straight up into the air. This indicator and leader became a permanent tree decoration....sort of returning it back into the wild. We all hopscothed around each other up the river as it was very difficult to spook these unsophisticated dollies. Ed hit a spot where he caught 5 in 5 casts:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Ed5inarow.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EdsDolly.jpg
Now the spawning and spent sockeyes were just the opposite.....they were unbelievably spooky due to having bears chase them around everyday. But I was struck by seeing no dead salmon on the streambanks.....just the occasional pieces:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Redremains.jpg
Then it dawned on my their were no salmon carcasses because there were enough bears around to dispose of them all. We came across dozens of these little beauties....this spoor was still steaming:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Bearpoop.jpg
Yep....that's a big pile of bear poop. There were footprints everywhere and about this time we saw a large brownie bolt across the creek about 15 yards in front of us. You could hear them occasionally making noises in the heavy brush around the stream....but if you are respectful of them and let them know you are around they nearly always stay clear....after all we are the visitors in their home. We kept fishing up the creek probably around a mile. Right after Ed took a little swim in the chilly creek I caught this beautiful male dolly:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FightingDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FightDOlly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawningDolly-5.jpg
This next wriggly picture was an attempt at a jaw closeup showing the kype, hook on the lower jaw, they develop when spawning:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MaleKype.jpg
About this time we ran into some very fresh tracks of a rather large sow with at least one, maybe two cubs....that is a situation best stayed away from. So we decided to start back down to the boat and caught a good number on the way back too. Caught several of what I thought were rainbows but Ed said DFG said were juvenile steelhead (anadramous rainbows) while we fished:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/JoesSteelhead.jpg
The little devils went berserk when you hooked them. Appropriately enough the last fish of the day was also the largest dolly, caught by Ed:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EdsBigDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/DollyNetting.jpg
She was prettiest colored hen I'd ever seen....they usually don't color up near as much as the males.
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FemaleSpawner.jpg
During the walk back downstream I took a little dip too....nothing like that feeling when you just know you are not going to keep your feet under you in the waders and down you go. Then when whirling around to get pictures of Ed's last dolly I slipped on a giant rock right on the ground and lit flat on my back....it sucks to get old and fat. Ed and Joe thought I was dead...but I bounced right back up...the macho thing to do. Man am I sore today.
So we made it back to the boat safe and sound and motored back to the ramp.....after one fantastic time.....my official fish count was 36 dollies, 8 steelhead and several sockeyes caught and released....not bad for about 5 actual hours of fishing. We also talked to some people who had float planed into the lake, near the creek mouth, to fish for silvers....they told us they had seen 6 or 7 bears on the creek in the mile we fished.
Now with a 3 hour drive ahead of me any smart person would have headed for home. BUT on the drive home I had to pass Quartz Creek one of my favorite streams for larger dollies...it parallels the highway for several miles and gets fished pretty hard. Yet still I found the need to get out and fish it for a few hours.....so I could wake up (that's the weak excuse I fed my wife). The stream was also thick with spawning sockeye. Unlike the morning's creek this one had dead, spawned out sockeye lining the shores and stank to high heaven. Being right on the highway this area wasn't populated with bears like the creek was. This spawning sockeyes are considered a nuisance to hook up when fishing for trout and dollies.....they don't fight like they do in their peak and who wants to be bothered during that "special" time. Here's several pics of the spawning reds....with time and good glasses you can spot the dollies amongst them but they blend in with the stream bottom very well:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Reds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MoreReds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawnReds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawningReds.jpg
An amusing little incident happened while I was talking the last couple of spawning red pictures...after I finished and put the camera back into my vest....I picked up my bead which had just been sitting on the bottom....much to my surprise their was resistance and then this nice dolly took off:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/QuartzDolly.jpg
Caught several dollies and several spawning male sockeye....they just have to hit anything that comes around their redds:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MaleRed.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/AnotherRedBuck.jpg
I probably would have stayed way too long but I heard some commotion up on the opposite banks and some low bear woofing and hoofed it out to the car. Got home about 10:30, took a shower and lapsed into a coma. But it was a very satisfied coma.
Great fishing all,
Brian
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/BackyardRainbow.jpg
Figured this was a good sign for the fishing trip and made ready. Took off at 2 am to make the drive down to Soldatna.....about 160 miles...nothing like driving in the early morning dark here when the moose love to cross the roadways....keeps you alert. Made it in time for a 30 minute nap and Ed was rapping on my car window...he brought another flyfishing friend of his, Joe. We threw all the stuff in Eds' car and headed for the secret place. Any unfished place is virtually unheard of on the Kenai peninsula due to how many people fish, have float planes, etc, etc.. Immediately Ed required a blood oath about not revealing the location of this spot or he would kick me out of the car. After administering said oath Ed told me a little about this creek we would be fishing and brought up the fact is was extremely bear infested....brown bear style. He probably failed to mention this earlier as he knew my wife, the general, would have nixed the deal. I had brought my bear spray (which I promptly left in the truck and didn't get it into the boat.....so smart) so was only a bit overconcerned about be mauled and eaten. At least Ed was packing his .41 magnum....which MIGHT dissuade a brownie but would be more likely just to piss it off more. I think he said he only packed two bullets....one each to kneecap me and Joe so he could get away while the bears ate us. Anyway we hit the boat launch in the dark:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Boatramp.jpg
Soon after hitting the water thick fog rolled over us...thank goodness for GPS systems .... although I think Ed arranged for the fog so I wouldn't know where we were at. Didn't see a moose driving down on the road but we weren't a few minutes into the fog on lake when we almost hit this big cow crossing the lake:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EarlyMooseSwim.jpg
When we got to the mouth of creek you couldn't even tell any water was there or there was a creek......how Ed found this little creek I'll never know. We beached the boat up in the creek right about sun up:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Sunrise-1.jpg
It was a picturesque little water with spawning sockeye and the grass matted down everywhere on the banks from the bear traffic:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/thecreek.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Ed.jpg
Ed said he brought me here cause he knew how much I liked fishing little water and wasn't that worried about the size of the fish. The spawning sockeye had lots of little dollies which followed them up to eat stray eggs. The dollies usually sit a few to several feet behind spawning salmon in running water. The dollies are nearing their spawning time also and some of their body colors were fantastic. There are few fish as beautiful as charrs in their spawning colors (dolly varden, bull trout, arctic charr, brookies). There were no human tracks on the creek but the shore was covered with tracks from our furry, bruin friends. Let me apologize for some of the fuzziness of many of the pictures as the fog and heavy humidity on the creek seemed to effect my little digital Canon. These two were on cast number one and two:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Firstcast.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/2ndcast.jpg
I could tell this was going ot be a great trip. It took Joe about half an hour to figure it out then he began to score:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Joescores.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/JoeRelease.jpg
There were numerous trees, overhangs and the like around the banks making backcasting nearly out of the question and requiring some odd positions to fish from:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/UnderTreeDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Highbackcast.jpg
That last picture was my strike indicator (flyfisherman's name for a bobber...... :twisted: )....the picture was looking straight up into the air. This indicator and leader became a permanent tree decoration....sort of returning it back into the wild. We all hopscothed around each other up the river as it was very difficult to spook these unsophisticated dollies. Ed hit a spot where he caught 5 in 5 casts:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Ed5inarow.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EdsDolly.jpg
Now the spawning and spent sockeyes were just the opposite.....they were unbelievably spooky due to having bears chase them around everyday. But I was struck by seeing no dead salmon on the streambanks.....just the occasional pieces:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Redremains.jpg
Then it dawned on my their were no salmon carcasses because there were enough bears around to dispose of them all. We came across dozens of these little beauties....this spoor was still steaming:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Bearpoop.jpg
Yep....that's a big pile of bear poop. There were footprints everywhere and about this time we saw a large brownie bolt across the creek about 15 yards in front of us. You could hear them occasionally making noises in the heavy brush around the stream....but if you are respectful of them and let them know you are around they nearly always stay clear....after all we are the visitors in their home. We kept fishing up the creek probably around a mile. Right after Ed took a little swim in the chilly creek I caught this beautiful male dolly:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FightingDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FightDOlly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawningDolly-5.jpg
This next wriggly picture was an attempt at a jaw closeup showing the kype, hook on the lower jaw, they develop when spawning:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MaleKype.jpg
About this time we ran into some very fresh tracks of a rather large sow with at least one, maybe two cubs....that is a situation best stayed away from. So we decided to start back down to the boat and caught a good number on the way back too. Caught several of what I thought were rainbows but Ed said DFG said were juvenile steelhead (anadramous rainbows) while we fished:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/JoesSteelhead.jpg
The little devils went berserk when you hooked them. Appropriately enough the last fish of the day was also the largest dolly, caught by Ed:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/EdsBigDolly.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/DollyNetting.jpg
She was prettiest colored hen I'd ever seen....they usually don't color up near as much as the males.
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/FemaleSpawner.jpg
During the walk back downstream I took a little dip too....nothing like that feeling when you just know you are not going to keep your feet under you in the waders and down you go. Then when whirling around to get pictures of Ed's last dolly I slipped on a giant rock right on the ground and lit flat on my back....it sucks to get old and fat. Ed and Joe thought I was dead...but I bounced right back up...the macho thing to do. Man am I sore today.
So we made it back to the boat safe and sound and motored back to the ramp.....after one fantastic time.....my official fish count was 36 dollies, 8 steelhead and several sockeyes caught and released....not bad for about 5 actual hours of fishing. We also talked to some people who had float planed into the lake, near the creek mouth, to fish for silvers....they told us they had seen 6 or 7 bears on the creek in the mile we fished.
Now with a 3 hour drive ahead of me any smart person would have headed for home. BUT on the drive home I had to pass Quartz Creek one of my favorite streams for larger dollies...it parallels the highway for several miles and gets fished pretty hard. Yet still I found the need to get out and fish it for a few hours.....so I could wake up (that's the weak excuse I fed my wife). The stream was also thick with spawning sockeye. Unlike the morning's creek this one had dead, spawned out sockeye lining the shores and stank to high heaven. Being right on the highway this area wasn't populated with bears like the creek was. This spawning sockeyes are considered a nuisance to hook up when fishing for trout and dollies.....they don't fight like they do in their peak and who wants to be bothered during that "special" time. Here's several pics of the spawning reds....with time and good glasses you can spot the dollies amongst them but they blend in with the stream bottom very well:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/Reds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MoreReds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawnReds.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/SpawningReds.jpg
An amusing little incident happened while I was talking the last couple of spawning red pictures...after I finished and put the camera back into my vest....I picked up my bead which had just been sitting on the bottom....much to my surprise their was resistance and then this nice dolly took off:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/QuartzDolly.jpg
Caught several dollies and several spawning male sockeye....they just have to hit anything that comes around their redds:
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/MaleRed.jpg
http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/DocEsox/AnotherRedBuck.jpg
I probably would have stayed way too long but I heard some commotion up on the opposite banks and some low bear woofing and hoofed it out to the car. Got home about 10:30, took a shower and lapsed into a coma. But it was a very satisfied coma.
Great fishing all,
Brian