11-08-04 - COHORAMA?!
Waters Fished: Root River
Fish Caught: 4
Outing Date: 11-08-04
Air Temp: Cold (40's)
Water Temp: N/A
Water Level: getting low, about 30 cfs
Water Color: Muddy, visibility about 12"
Fish Species: Coho Salmon
Pattern Fished: Eggs
Pattern Color: Orange, as usual, was the big winner.
Fishing Quality: Good++ once we found the fish.
It pretty much seems to be a recently recurring theme that when
we got fish the Root, we have to "find the fish". Seems
that if you want to fish Lincoln, you need to do so at the first
legal crack of civil dawn, aka. 30 minutes before sunrise. By the
time I got to the Root on this particular day, there were PLENTY
of fish in the SANCTUARY and not-a-one downstream. It's probably
worth noting that the only kings still in the river at this point
appeared to be some NASTY, I mean mostly WHITE kinda nasty, that
were in the Wier. Not even worth mentioning as an "encountered"
species for this day. From my point of view, the King run is DONE
barring any late runners. There weren't many Coho in the wier either
from what I could gather, so I'm betting that run is on the downhill
I had plans to meet with Randy, who was having a better day upstream.
However, most of the fish had been pounded by him and he was interested
to look further upstream. So after shooting some updates at the
wier, I met up with Randy at Horlick Dam.
We got in and started looking around...flows are back to "low"
now so we had to look around. I found a couple coho in a deep bend
pool, and a couple more downstream. All were pretty skittish and
lethargic, none very interested in the fly.
After wasting time in Quarry Park, we ended up going back down
to where Randy had fished all morning. This turned out to be a good
I got on the water before Randy and started looking; at first I
saw nothing other than a ratty, beat-up old male coho holding below
a riffle. Randy walked up and pointed me upstream....behold, massive
quantities of spawning Cohos. Ok, not massive quantities, but enough
that we'd have some fun!
Randy I and simply worked 'em over real good. I managed a bright
male that was simply perfect (if you overlooked the raw nose)....sent
the skunk packin'.
It was getting cold and we contemplated calling it a day. I went
upstream and that's where everything came together. I was confronted
with a pod of cohos that were willing to hit just about anything.
In short order I had FAIR HOOKED EVERY FISH holding in the riffles.
Some I landed and released to the deeper water below, while others
managed to get away and run upstream into the brush and overhanging
logs. It was simply amazing, and Randy and I had Colonial all to
ourselves. It's worth mentioning that the 2nd buck I landed happened
to be a fish Randy had landed earlier in the day. How do we know?
Randy's fly was sitting in the roof of it's mouth! Apparently it
had snapped off at shore when Randy was trying to get the fly out...he
tried when I landed it again and eventually got frustrated to the
point of shouting, "Oh just take the DAMN FLY...you can HAVE
IT!" before releasing this fiesty fish.
It all ended just as quick as it had started. The remaining part
of the afternoon we spent chasing fish that were only semi-interested.
We each had a couple more hits, some short, but overall there seemed
to be a mid-afternoon bite that was off as quickly as it turned
Not that I'm complaining one bit...