12-10-04 - And you all thought I'd go without ONE
Fall steelie in WI?!
Waters Fished: Root River
Fish Caught: 1/1
Outing Date: 12-10-04
Air Temp: 40's
Water Temp: N/A
Water Level: Root 150 CFS, Pike 35 CFS
Water Color: Root = muddy, visibility less than 6", Pike was
1' vis, greenish tinge.
Fish Species: Steelhead, Coho Salmon
Pattern Fished: Spawn, Egg Flies
Pattern Color: Hot Orange was the kicker color as always!
Fishing Quality: tough
My afternoon started out at the Root; again high
and dirty, so I tried floating spawn through the bends in Lincoln
Park. NO LUCK, and after an hour of this madness I headed upstream.
Nothing surface at Horlick; I slowly made my way
down into Quarry Park, methodically working all the holding spots
with flies. Again, no luck! What to do?
Switch Rivers! After scouting around the Pike,
I determined that NO ONE was fishing it today! SWEET! I headed to
the dam to try my luck there. 10 drifts in, my line went tight and
Instinctively I set the hook and the fight was
on. When I finally got my first look I could definitely tell it
was a fresh steelhead! I took my sweet time with this one; the fight
consisted of several deep dives into the fast water. Eventually
I convinced this fish that it would have no luck trying to escape
into the pool - it turned and ran downstream into the riffles and
line started peeling off the reel.
I finally managed to stop this fish and turn it
halfway down the riffles. After a few quick photos, I took notice
the adipose and right ventral clips which denote this steelhead
as a Ganaraska Strain. It was released - I noted how this fish was
readily apparent in the water - a blue spot in the otherwise greenish
tinged water coming from upstream.
Back to the pool, and NOTHING happened for the
next HOUR. Eventually you have to move, and while going downstream
I found yet some more fish quite by accident. I was simply drifting
my flies in likely spots when the line stopped - I came back thinking
I had snagged a log but then the log started swimming. What I had
snagged was a Coho, on the dorsal fin!
After shaking my flies free from the fouled fish
I stopped and waited. After a few minutes it became apparent that
a whole pod of Coho was sitting here in an undercut, periodically
coming out into the chute and then disappearing back into hiding.
I spent much of my time fishing for these Cohos but wasn't getting
any interest - it went on like that until things got darker and
colder - time to call it a day.