Time can and does stand still for fly fishers who look up once in awhile and cease staring at moving water long enough to hear natures clock stop. It is an odd sensation to spend time on slow moving streams as long summer days begin to shorten. Its as if time has momentarily halted its forward momentum and allowed early fall to have her way. I love to stand on or near slow moving streams or rivers at this junction as seasons begin to change command. In the High Sierras early chills and longer shadows give trout more time to plan each darting move. This is when only the smallest flies are thrown and one has to stay well back from stream edges, to avoid spooking the few last soldiers left from summer tourist infested onslaughts. Time and her attendant worms seem to be less busy, sluggish and harder to find. It is quite odd to stand in once rushing streams where the noise and activity mesmerized and dulled the senses. Winters ice cold waters pushing against waders, every cast a quick retrieve as one adds more and more lead to weighted lines to get down deeper. In early September these same vital water courses undergo a kind of tranquility metamorphosis. The reduced noise factor becomes so evident that even the arrival of an occasional song bird is welcome company! Ancient hunters and gatherers worshipped this seasonal change as a period of slow death before rebirth. The very nature of seasoned fly fishers dictates a reverential co-dependency take place at this time. In early season we have to over compensate for natures fury with heavy lines, big deep diving nymphs and ice cold waters. Then like a Zen monk tasting and savoring the moment we sit center stage as nature winds down and begins to regenerate. Now we use every stealth trick in the book, staying well back and watching for any movements. Lines and tippets are at the thin limits, rods are two or three weights, flies are tiny and spare. A magical circle has closed ends, time has almost ceased to exist before the grip of winter.

When I think back to the many fly fishing adventures in my life, late Summer was always a cherished time. When living near fabled Yosemite Park in California, I could not wait for the hordes of tourists to go home and leave the stream and little lakes to me. I would prowl my special areas on the Merced River which flows into the park or spend hours throwing tiny Mosquitoes at little Brook Trout never over ten inches. The burnt colored leaves floating by while long shadows fell from jagged cliff tops made me happy to be alive and holding my favorite Bamboo Rod. (Please read Trout Take Over Yosemite In The Fall)

On one magic late Fall afternoon, I had one of the most outstanding fly fishing sessions of my life. The Merced River head waters flow from a park entrance dropping sharply and meandering downstream. This river in its confluence is full of large Brown Trout. Where the rivers headwaters collect near the park gate, a wide at times fairly shallow area creates perfect Brook Trout accommodations. When the water is just at the 50 to 55 degree mark and its a little overcast and a good hatch is on. This area will produce a hit or fish almost every throw. I was told about this spot by a dear friend and long time hunting & fishing pal Ron Wilson. One late Fall day around four in the afternoon, I arrived with my nine foot graphite and seven weight line. ( so I could throw long distances up to sixty - seventy feet ) Not a soul was near by and all over the wide waters rings were popping up. I tied my best hand tied Mosquito and first throw slam a nice eight inch Brooky takes it and runs like hell. These little fish are great fighters for the size, especially because they are wild in the park. I played him for ten minutes and gently let him go, never took him out of the water, my barbless hook left little evidence of our battle. After cleaning up the fly threw in another direction and boom another hit, missed this one. Within two hours I caught and released twenty three fish, all no bigger then about eight inches. One of the finest most exciting times of my life. (on the water that is!)

As a seven year old would be angler I recall another fine Fall fishing experience in a place called Placerville California outside of Sacramento the State Capital. I was with my Dad, he was a pretty fair fishermen, but not a real pro when it came to trout. He walked into a local pub and after a few brews found a local who said he could put us on more trout then we would ever find on our own. This was one of the few times in my life these words turned out to be true. After bouncing around in his pick up truck for about forty minutes we arrived at what I thought were tiny shallow little nothing streams.

These little streams were full of more trout ( not very big ) then I would ever run into almost anywhere!! We caught and released ( and ate a few too ) perhaps a hundred of these little trout till the Sun went down. Those were the days when people actually ate a few and didn't feel like they had depleted a precious resource. What a memory to have rattling around in my fifty year old adventure file.... We told and retold that story many times and few ever believed us, guess that's the beauty of it. later many years later in my thirties I went back and tried in vain to find that area. I asked locals if they ever heard of such a place, to the man they looked at me like I was from plant Mars...

One of the benefits of late Fall has to be the fact your skills have become far greater then in the often awkward opening months. I can suddenly ty those knots quicker and better then in April. I can throw that long line cast with real accuracy, quick water movements now catch my eye. I spend a lot of time thinking about the best times and the long moments when I focused more on the area then on the presentation of the fly. The real beauty of fly fishing has to be the build up of wonderful memories which keep resonating as one begins and ends season after season. In my internal data base a wealth of supreme moments hooked up to fighting fish are balanced with countless instances when I really screwed up and lost a good fish. I have made as many stupid mistakes as a fly fishermen as one can possibly make ( read past columns for examples ) I have hunted and fished all my life in many locals. When early September rolls around like a warm old friend who has come to visit. I get out my shotgun and begin to think of the Dove Opener and all the ducks and pheasants I will chase till the trout opener comes around.

This months fly rod field test is most unusual for me on several levels. I have developed a serious taste for expensive bamboo and high end graphite. A friend asked me to go on a three day backpack trip into the High Sierra Wilderness two weeks ago. I looked around at all my Bamboo and assorted rods, none really seemed to be perfect for where we were headed. I have had many solid 4 piece travel outfits over the years, but I wanted to try something new for a change. My good friend Mike Garragus television / film producer and fly fishing maniac said he had just bought an excellent little 4 piece / 8 foot / 4 weight from the great firm of Cabela's mail order. He let me have it for three days of serious back country flexing and throwing. Its a pleasure to carry a light 4 piece on long hikes such as the 18 mile trek we chose this year. I could have taken my expensive Bamboo 3 piece, but we were headed into rocky rough country. This little rod was under $ 200.00 and worth every penny.

When I do these field tests, I look for details in workmanship which could be better finished or any defects from cork to tip. The fact is reasonable rods can be well made too. If you take the time to shop around , its well worth the effort.

We were going to fish in small waters for little Rainbows and a few Brook Trout. When you pay less then $200.00 for a traveler like this it would be foolish to expect silver nickel hardware and perfect fit for all 4 pieces. What a surprise I had when late the first afternoon we spotted a mess of rising rings in a little shallow pond about 8 miles into the hike. I threw the 4 piece together and tied on a size 16 Royal Coachmen attractor. In four throws hooked and released two nice little 7 inch Rainbows. The PT Series IM6 Graphite was a delight to hold and it had plenty of fast action. The pieces were easy to assemble and take apart. I liked the cork grip and the finish was easy on the eye. This rod easily cast short to medium distances and roll casts were a cinch. I have found many 4 piece outfits a little stiff when new. This rod was not stiff and it performed well under steady use for many hours a day. I recommend it to anyone thinking about purchasing a reasonable 4 piece traveler.

This monthly column has caught many fans from all over the planet. It seems the majority have either wished they could travel more and fish or they have traveled internationally and tossed flies at exotic aquatic creatures in many exciting places. I can personally vouch for either Orvis International Travel at 1800-547-4322 or the folks at Cabela's which can be reached at 1800-237-4444. I have heard from many fly fishermen in regard to these two companies. If anyone out there has other reputable international fly fishing outfitters to recommend, please send the information to this column. I will check them out and forward details to our many faithful readers. Orvis has featured two exciting vacations for the fall. Chasing Atlantic Salmon on the Ranga River in Iceland or in Britain fishing the famous Itchen or the Test Rivers. Orvis has trips to places like Africa, Argentina, and Honduras. If you call the above numbers all info will be forwarded to you.

I love to throw flies at many species of trout and salmon whenever possible. This delicate type of fly fishing appeals to my soul as a whole. I live near the great Pacific Ocean in Sausalito California. In the early fall a migration of Stripped Bass runs around the San Francisco Bay Area. These fighting fish can reach up to forty pounds or more, average fish go ten to twenty pounds. If one wants to fly fish for them, you must wade into the heavy Pacific Surf and toss large streamer type flies into the outer edges of the surf froth and then move them like an anchovy or small bait fish. I have tried this technique many times to no avail in many places along the coastline. Three years ago armed with my nine foot 12 weight and heavy line my luck changed. In a area called Half Moon Bay on the coast in early August I was invited to throw streamers at a moment when the fish were plentiful and hungry. In a span of two hours we hooked six fine fish, each over eight pounds. I will never forget the feel of the largest which went about eleven pounds slamming my silver streamer!!!!! I played him for twenty wonderful minutes before he gave up. We let all but one fish go and thanked the fly fishing gods for their generosity. Until next month, keep those tippets paper thin and keep dreaming and pursuing your favorite fish.

 Written by Dan Fallon, August 1999 ©
 

 

This month’s update will begin with an imaginary first fly fishing trip for those who read the last update. Which can be accessed in the content section of this fine webzine. Ms. Karen Martin an accomplished fly fisher with a history of international adventure and eye for the sports poetic side is the featured sportsperson this month. I will review an outstanding Bamboo rod made by the well known Orvis Outfitters. Its mid summer here in Northern California, I have spent much time throwing flies at local trout living in nearby waters. The call of seasonal Striped Bass has been hard to resist. Lets get started, grab your favorite chair and let that dog curl up at your feet.

Last month I began this short series of instructional hints for those about to begin down the cluttered trail of novice fly fishers. Seasoned vets can ride along and see if any of this rings a bell. I assume by now those who read last month’s column have bought the right equipment and taken a few lessons?
 

It’s an hour before sunrise we arrive at a fine medium speed stream in the foothills near where you live. The stream is running at moderate speed, it’s about ten to fifteen feet deep in different spots. This stream has various boulders spaced along its path, and its sides are resplendent in deep cut overhangs with assorted trees and shallow areas. We have not been on this water before, so we will approach very slowly and take our sweet time watching for rising rings (trout hitting the surface for bugs).

We were smart enough to do a bit of prefishing scouting, spoke with a kindly gent who after accepting a bottle of single malt scotch gladly gave us the lay of the land: what kind and size of trout live here, what kind and usual times the local bugs hatch, what weight and length fly rod most people seem to use here. Now that we have all this first hand info, and a new friend, who will gladly help us with any other queries like what is the real meaning of life or is it true most woman can’t resist a man in neoprene waders. A review of standard stream etiquette can save a lot of time and make the adventure more meaningful. If we were to come upon another angler already positioned on a stretch of water. We would without question turn around and find our own area to fish in. We would not call out to him or her or in any way disturb their space. After spending as much time as necessary studying the currents and pools, before moving up to the water. We would NEVER begin stumping around the shallows or rushing into the deep sections just to feel cold water slapping our shiny new waders.

Under no conditions would we shout at each other or cast any unwanted shadows on the stream which would scare all likely fish back to their lairs. Remember the stream bed is as fragile as your understanding of this new sport. If you splash around looking for a place to throw flies without regard for the peaceful order under your uneducated feet. The results will be predictable every time, all the fat trout you might have caught will be lunching in the next county!

Perhaps we could not find a likely suspect with a fly rod, who might give us the stream holy grail? What do we do now, throw a couple of sticks of explosives into the stream and wait and see what pops up? We use our eyes much more then the half ton of shiny clanky gadgets hanging from that new tidy vest. What color and size flies are hovering near the stream. If you can’t tell for sure what flies are about, then begin gently rolling over rocks in or near the stream and letting the material sift through your hands. Ah, yes there it is an ugly black furry looking thing that looks like hell and no self-respecting trout could possibly eat this thing? My friend you have hit pay dirt!

In your new fly box you have a little sweety called a black Wolly Bugger or whatever locals call this time tested fly. Now lets make sure we have at least six to nine feet of leader and four to six feet of two to three pound tippet tied and knot tested for strength. Tie on the black Wolly and gently toss it in front of that big boulder in the middle of the stream. If you let the current easily carry the fly while you quickly take up the extra slack. So you can feel the three-pound Rainbow Trout slam that baby, you are now in fly fishing nirvana. If we had no luck with the area near the big boulder. We would look for the slack pockets near the fast currents or we might let the fly ride the current from way up stream down to where we are casting. In many instances we would cast across the stream when possible and gently pull in line in handfuls at a time while jerking the line a bit to stimulate bored trout into taking a chance on this fly being perhaps a real meal. We want the fly to both drift on top and slowly sink each time we throw it.

If the Wolly Bugger is now getting no hits and after moving around and casting in all directions nothing is happening. Take a look at your itchy swollen forearm all those bites are from mosquitoes. Why not tie one on and see if the sight of this old favorite gets some action. I have caught more wild trout on this fly then any other period. Its time to wax philosophic lads and lassies about catching trout or any other fish on these expeditions. It is never a waste of time to stand in ice cold water watching mother nature unfold one of her wonderful natural symphonies of light, bird songs and smells. If you never catch a trout and throw your new gear in the trash, you will be much better off as a person who has tasted these delights, rather then simply reading another book. If you do get lucky and you will, and catch a pretty trout on a fly you presented just right. Let the fish take his time getting tired before yanking him in. More people fail to understand this aspect then any other. The real thrill is feeling the fish and its power, learning how to feel the first hit and setting the hook takes a lot of practice. After you have brought your first fish to you, never grab it and pull it out of the water to spend ten minutes groping it and squeezing it. Gently remove your barbless hook, leaving the fish in the water facing the moving current, while moving him back and forth until he is revived, then let him go. This whole process takes about a minute and will save a lot of fish lives. If you want to eat trout, buy them and take them home, leave the fish you catch in their homes for all of us to enjoy.

I have known many famous fly fishers of both genders, one and all they share the same gentle traits and love of the outdoors. It seems the ladies have an innate feel for the delicate skills needed to truly become good at this sport. Karen Martin wife of California Senior Toxicologist Dr. Mike Martin is a good friend and an outstanding fly fisher. Who has dipped her feet in international exotic waters from New Zealand to California. Before I discuss this lovely ladies skills in regard to performing the daunting Air Ballet, I have to address the special qualities Karen brings to every stream she graces. In my mind the most precious element in the human makeup has to do with not taking ones self too seriously or for that matter chosen pastimes either.

Mike and Karen Martin

Karen is one of those self-deprecating souls rare as twenty - five inch Rainbows. Whenever I ask her about a recent trip like the one her and her husband Dr. Mike just took to New Zealand, her response is "Yeah, I snagged a few and lost a couple of good ones - no big deal - glad I didn’t see a soul for days except for my husbands tight little backside". I suppose having a husband who just happens to be a semi famous Senior State of California Fish & Game Toxicologist.

Before I begin this months Fly Rod field test/review, it gives me great pleasure to hail the arrival of new high quality professionally staffed Fly & tackle shop to the San Francisco area. Why it is few of these places exist is easy to understand, this sport is still rather exclusive (thank god). In Sausalito just across the fabled Golden Gate Bridge a new kid is now on the block "World Waters Outfitters" run by Dave Hamasaki and his staff of "Real Fly Fishers", has made life much easier for all of us over the top types who constantly need more tippets and whatever we loose almost daily. These guys know the game and walk the walk. Contact them at 415-331-4034 or on the web at daveh@worldwaters.com

This months featured field tested fly rod is an Orvis Spruce Creek Full Flex 3 weight Bamboo which comes equipped with a well constructed CFO Reel in the Battenkill version. This handsome little six & a half footer came in to my hands via Hollywood and a pal actor who keeps all his rods in a special room with a handmade wall rack next to his pool table. I spent two days on the waters near South Lake Tahoe California throwing tiny midges and size 16 black stone emerger's and assorted nymphs in moderate to fast water. This rod retails for around $1,800, and it comes with two tips and the CFO reel.

I was in heaven from the start, I always move slowly with bamboo at first. These fine rods never need more then a gentle throw to get the maximum leverage. This rod easily tossed the tiny flies and 3-weight line even in a fairly stiff breeze. After an hour or so, I hooked into a two pound planted Rainbow that gave me a nice thrill. The rod was very whippy and made me hunger for a little more fight from a bigger fish. I quickly found the groove for 40 to 50 foot casts in light wind. The little bamboo was almost weightless to the feel, funny how I could not take my eyes off of the quality finish and maple wood with nicely sculpted cork swell. I looked carefully for any defects in varnish or eye raps, found none! The up-locking nickel reel seat is not only well put together, but easy on the eyes. If your the kind of fly fisher who gets serious about light bamboo and the magic of playing fish on a system you can hardly feel in your hands, this it. I have a soft spot for well made bamboo usually hand made by people who have the time, and know how to do it right. Orvis has been at it for many years. The cane used and the assembly is top notch, eye wraps are even and solid. I would buy this rod or recommend it as a good investment to be fished not hung on the wall. Contact Orvis at 1800-548-9548 or at their web sight at www.orvis.com

  One of the smartest ways to find and book an adventure fly fishing in America or anywhere else for that matter is simple. Contact a seasoned outfitter or a broker like Orvis or Cabelas by way of their outstanding catalogs. Orvis can be reached at 1-800-548-9548, Web sight is www.orvis.com. Cabelas phone number is 1-800-237-4444, Web sight is, www.cabelas.com. I have used these services many times over the course of my outdoor life. I have never been steered in the wrong direction. Both companies respond with accurate help no matter when you contact them. This months exotic fly fishing destination is the fabled American Western State of Montana.
 

A good friend has just returned from an exciting four day trip to the famous Madison River near Ennis Montana. He was quite thrilled with both the amount of fish caught an released and the outfitters at Beardsley Outfitting Expeditions, phone number 406-682-7292, P.O.B. 360, Ennis Montana. 59729. When someone comes to me with great fish tales, I want to see photos and really get the full story. This outfitter is the real deal, I highly recommend contacting Tim Beardsley, then start lifting weights and jogging, you will need all your strength for these big fighting bad boys!

Heaven on earth. Anglers catching the evening hatch in Montana

One of my most favorite fly fishing backpacking expeditions happened in the California wilderness area known as the Immigrant Forest. This area located in still relatively untouched land is an almost perfect place to hike in and throw flies at shallow little waters and crystal clear lakes. I took a 4 piece Bamboo three weight and an assortment of dry flies and nymphs. When one begins the descent into the area where pitching tents and fishable water exists. It is exciting to slowly approach the often tiny water holding spots with many little brookies and rainbows everywhere. As is often the case early morning or late afternoon finds these waters coming alive with bugs, usually Mosquitoes screaming all over searching and darting. I have seen youngsters using the old plastic bubble and nine feet of leader attached to flies catching fish after fish. I like finding areas where waterfalls flow and throw flies up and watch them descend into holding areas where hungry trout wait for a meal. Ah, the good life!

 Written by Dan Fallon, August 1999 ©
 

 

   This months update will cover several aspects of my beloved past time. Up front, a careful blow by blow narrative highlighting what I feel are the most important matters one must be aware of to truly maximize time spent shopping for a first fly fishing outfit. I will attempt to discuss these fundamentals as if I were speaking to both seasoned pro and novice. I hope this very basic over view will both stimulate the old pro to reexamine his or her needs, and inspire the beginner to explore more carefully the art of fly fishing. I believe as do many others this sport is an art form in every possible reflection of the word art. The idea that a human can fashion out of feathers and hair a realistic bug which can be presented to feeding fish and convince said fish it is real and safe to eat. What an audacious fool hardy concept! The fact is man has been doing just that for as long as recorded history has been around. Early cave drawings and ancient archeological finds in Europe and Africa point to man's early fascination with fooling fish and animals into believing a tasty free meal is at hand. This month Bamboo Rod maker James Reams will be featured with great photos of his home shop and custom made machines. Those with the time and cash to take advantage of exciting international fly fishing, will enjoy the adventures waiting at locations like Patagonia and float trips on the State of Wyoming's grand rivers and streams. Next months featured fly fisher is Karen Martin, a lady with a rich history and wealth of practical know how. I will rummage through my ancient memory data base and recall fly fishing moments worth mentioning.. Well then grab your favorite chair and lets get going the hatch is in full furry, and I have much water to cover.

   Before we load the truck and throw the cell phone/pager/ and any other personal communication device into a locked drawer! Lets review what equipment will be needed and discuss what exactly a matched, balanced fly fishing outfit is? I will assume if your a beginner, you have at least found a friendly fly fisher to help you get started. If not, you have taken a few lessons with a pro to get the overall feel for what this rather complex sport is all about? Fear not, once you get the hang of it, and learn the new jargon it gets easier and may possibly begin do dominate most of your waking hours. One hears quite a bit about the need to assemble a matched fly fishing outfit. That is a fly rod, reel and line that are compatible and suited to the type of fly fishing your interested in. The idea one can use the same fly rod and line for all situations is ridiculous. The length and weight of the fly rod, the weight of the fly line and the quality and type of fly reel are the most important decisions in the beginning you will make.

   If your are interested in fooling fish in a stream or lake near where you live. The first thing you must do is make a scouting trip and start asking questions and taking notes. Fly Fishers have a reputation for being a bit eccentric and possessing the soul of the lone wolf. In my life this sort of character is prevalent. On the other hand, if you respectfully wait until a fly fisher has finished his or her days fishing, Then approach them with a bottle of fine Scotch or other inducement, they will certainly respect your tenacity and answer your questions. Number one, what type of water and fish are available? What is the weight and usual length of Fly rods used on the water in question? What weight fly lines and type of flies are being used? What are the local hatches of insects? What kind of fish are being taken and released? If you can extract as much of this information as possible, my friend the price of that bottle of good scotch has already paid for itself ten fold! Lets assume you have found a likely suspect, plied he or she with evil spirits and wa la, you have the local holy grail tucked under your arm! Before you head for the sporting goods store to throw your hard earned money at that slightly standoffish lout looking at you, as if you just arrived from another galaxy! First, you must find out what is a matched fly fishing outfit, and more important why do you my well intentioned nave need to be concerned with this concept?

   One can either simply buy one of the adequate pre-assembled fly fishing outfits, or take the time to understand what balanced gear means. The cautious type might feel better spending a little money for a factory assembled fly rod/reel/line package. This beginner combo can be had for as little as one hundred dollars. If the beginner is immune to the fly fishing bug, no harm done, little money spent. On the other hand if you have an inkling this sport may be your ticket to adventure, lets discuss what a balanced outfit consists of. Fly rods come in many weights from a one weight ultra light for tiny flies and very clear slow moving streams, increasing weight all the way up to twelve weight rods for fighting big tarpon and salt water fish. The most popular fly rods are in the mid range of five weight to seven weight. These rods are good all around weights for moderate to fast water and fish ranging from three pounds to six pounds average weight. The five weight has been my favorite all around fly rod as it is for most fly fishers who fish a variety of streams and waters which are moderate to fast water with the need to cast a size 16 fly up to fifty or so feet at least. If after scouting your local waters and talking to several fly fishers your still confused.

   Then you might find a fly fishing store which will allow you to test several weight rods until you find the one for you. If that is impossible one can always join a local fly fishing club and seek out members who will let you test a few of their rods. Though the sport is a bit stodgy, many fly fishers are more then willing to help beginners get off on the right foot. After you have found your fly rod, the next step is the fly reel. Many companies make fly reels which are well made, an affordable reel has to be matched to the rod, that is the weight of the reel and the weight of the line recommended must match the rod you have just purchased. The best way to make sure of this match is to bring the rod or its specs to the store where you are getting the reel. If you were lucky enough to have a sales person match the reel with your new rod, half the battle is over. The fly line is almost as important as the rod and reel. If you have the wrong weight line on your new reel. Forget about learning how to properly cast for distance and accuracy. The fly line must be the same weight as the fly rod and reel. Lines come in two distinct variations. either floating lines for surface presentations or sinking lines to get your line down deep where ninety percent of your fly fishing will occur. Dry fly surface fishing is great fun its exciting throwing flies at rising rings left by hungry trout hitting bugs on the surface. But, in reality most all fly fishing is done sub surface, often down deep where fish are holding and resting.    To be perfectly clear on several important points mentioned above. The length of your new fly rod is really up to you and your ability to effectively handle , cast, control your new rod. A whole column could be dedicated to just the aspect of length and cost alone. A good rule of thumb for cost is fly rods costing anywhere from two hundred fifty on up are usually more then adequate for most beginners. The plethora of good quality graphite fly rods can be found in most reputable stores. Take your time in choosing, no need to spend great sums on the first Fly rod & reel. Who knows you may one day step into the rarefied atmosphere of hand made Bamboo. If you do take the plunge, be ready to reach rather deep into the old pocket book. Quality Bamboo starts out under a thousand and quickly heads way up North to several thousand dollars. The subject of quality Bamboo (my weapon of choice) and mass produced graphite is like comparing Chess to checkers. Each has its own strong points, Bamboo is more alive and capable of translating tiny hits on your fly into the center of your brain. I have several quality graphite rods which have brought me much pleasure, yet, I still get a chill when I unscrew the brass cap of my Walton Powell custom made Bamboo rod tube and smell the aroma of fine varnish. Now that you have your new rod, reel line, and have had the time to begin studying how to properly tie the knots necessary to attach your fly line to your leader and tippet. Its time for you to take a few hours of professional instruction on how to cast your fly where you want it. Once again many quality videos exist which can be a solid starting point. If you have the time, almost every area in the world near fly fishing waters have clubs or fly fishing stores which can help you find a teacher. In the next column update, I will take you to your first stream and walk you through a mornings fishing. Relax and enjoy this part of the ride, take your time, ask questions, and read everything you can find on the sport. Next month be ready for the feel of your first three pound fighting trout!

James L. Reams lives in wild trout heaven located in upper California Fall River Mills. His backyard leans up against one of the most productive wild trout streams on the planet, Fall River. In the 1970s, Jim decided to investigate Bamboo Fly Rod construction. "It was just one of those things that haunted me" says Jim. "I had fly fished as a child, made my own flies, my own leaders, built landing nets- but never thought of seriously constructing my own Bamboo fly Rods. New Years eve 1976, a buddy and I were looking through McClanes Standard Fishing Encyclopedia on how to build bamboo rods - That was it- I made a really crude short wood planning form and was hooked!

Jim Reams inspecting rod

Finished rods & custom case

I was screen printing and die casting rod tubes for Winston Rod Co.- Then owned by Tom Morgan and Glenn Brackett - they gave me several six foot pieces of cane - That got me hooked."  Jim and wife began a successful business in the early 80s, by the mid 90s in Jim's words   "I made new equipment and put together my own rod building room- I said to myself, This is the time to begin building the best bamboo fly rods I can - no excuses- it was a bit slow, but it has paid off- in August 1997 my wife Judy and I sold our business "Fall River Arts" I was finally ready to become a full time bamboo rod builder. I have now fulfilled my dream and come full circle to build other fly fishermen the rod of their dreams. I wish fly fishers would remember to actually fish these fine rods- they cry out to be fished- one more point, before fiberglass and graphite,

what would you guess the rod of choice was?- and still is and always will be?- for discriminating anglers?". Jim has quickly established his reputation as an artist, he builds both fluted and solid body rods with a deep brown tone or glowing golden blond flamed finish. I have examined them carefully, very nice rods, well made. His rods feature fine silk wrappings, nickel silver ferrules and hardwood seats. Jim makes certain each rod comes with two tips a real plus for active sportsmen. Contact Jim L. Reams at 1-530-336-6773 or E-mail: j.r.bamboo@shasta.com

Jim putting finishing touch to rod

Fishing in Argentina, Patagonia

This months featured international fly fishing destinations are Patagonia Argentina and the American State of Wyoming. Those who have fished close to home for years and are ready to roam might consider these two dream areas. Much of the best fishing in Argentina is situated near the Alerces National Park region. The Rio Grande, Arroyo Pescado, Rivadavia and Rio Chubut are among the highest quality fly fishing waters in the world.

Fly fishers often catch 30 to fifty fish a day, without seeing a soul! Four to six pound fish are the norm, top guides are available and rates are around $600 a day based on double occupancy- Dates are November through March.

Wyoming is still full of the spirit of the old west and chuck full of streams running cold with many thousands of overfed trout per mile! The famous Big Hole, Beaverhead, Ruby, Madison and Jefferson Rivers are legendary for their trout habitat and local accommodations. Light rods from 2 weight to five will give you all the fight you can imagine- prices range from $425 for each angler day based on double occupancy, all the way up to whatever your imagination and bank account can afford... Contact Cabela's Fly Fishing Tours at- 1-800-237-4444 for info and reservations.

Fishing in Wyoming, USA

   In each column update I will sort through ancient fly fishing recollections and bring forth a worthy moment. This month's hatch from the past deals with innocent youth prevailing! In the 1970s I lived for a time in upstate New York near a little town called Hamburg. I spent almost every morning and evening either hunting wild Pheasant during the season or tossing tiny midges and a variety of Royal Coachmen's at extremely wily trout. I began to make friends with several local land owners with private streams and near perfect trout habitat. One quite famous local guide who will remain nameless invited me to join him and his VIP clients on a private stream said to be full of wild trout. The party consisted of myself, the guide, three middle aged wealthy fly fishermen and the land owner and his five year old daughter Heather. We all spent at least six hours throwing flies and waiting for either a good hatch or rising rings. no one including me could get a hit, let alone a fish. The land owner was sort of smiling to himself for most of the morning, so I finally asked him what we were doing wrong? He walked over to his little daughter quietly playing with her toys on a blanket. In fatherly tones he spoke to her "Heather, the nice man wants to know why we can't seem to catch any fish today?"

The scene was typical, grown men wearing fine waders, holding expensive fly rods. Each of us had to have had at least a thousand dollars worth of gear. yet no fish! Little Heather with her dolly under her arm rolled over a small rock, just like her daddy taught her and found what looked like a dark colored bug which resembled a mayfly larve. She tied it to her dads fly and dangled it near the edge of the stream letting it fall naturally off the side of a large boulder. You got the picture yet, she hooked and with her dads help landed and released three nice fish in about thirty minutes. We all laughed long and hard that day, a grand lesson learned! Until next month, keep those tippets under two pounds and go fishing.

 Written by Dan Fallon, June 1999 ©
 
 

My fingers numb from hours of mending five-weight line upon many of the most productive streams and lakes in upper California. My face overly , but pleasantly tanned... I return still shaking from mother nature's chilly grip. The California Trout Opener was exciting, challenging and as usual full of surprises. This last week was spent fishing the fabled waters flowing downstream from Mt. Shasta. The "Little Tuly" and it's many natural springs packed with good size wild trout. The average surface temperature was around 47/48 degrees, a little too cold to get trout moving. No real hatches were encountered during early scouting or during three days of solid rod bending. I did hook and release several good fish. I head hunted every rising ring possible. My fly patterns were all special hand tied and time tested by the genius of my friend Walton Powell. His advise is only tie good sized flies and keep those 16s in your pocket. I worked his famous" Clyde Fly" a pretty effective attractor.
If this wasn't ideal enough , had the chance to sit and watch Walt tie his many favorite patterns including " The Pit Peacock " "Clyde " and many other patterns. Each of these flies has killed them at many sacred little fished streams known by the privileged only.
In my travels scouting favorite haunts this year, several interesting sportsmen of both sexes have surfaced showing all the signs of preseason angst.

   One of San Francisco's most attractive and respected television news anchors Kate Kelly and avid fly fisher and her husband have fished the world together. In upcoming columns a special section will be dedicated to this fly fishing dual. Its no secret many woman have become hooked on the sport. My article on Karen Graham ( See Butterfly & the Trout in this webzine ) has garnered many wonderful comments. I hope to have an update on Karens latest adventures in upstate New York. Karen Martin another world class avid fly fisher person and her husband Senior California Department Of Fish & Game Biologist Dr. Mike Martin are featured later in this column. I will be doing an in depth profile of this outstanding lady fly fisher in the coming months. Those who wish to know more about the legendary bamboo rod maker and sportsmen Walton Powell, please read my article in this webzine titled "Lord Of The Flies" at the end of this months column address and phone numbers for Walt Powell will be furnished. As mentioned in my first column, I will spotlight several outstanding rod makers of Bamboo and graphite, along with noted sportsmen and woman addicted to the air ballet.

The day before opening day was very interesting, Walt Powell introduced me to James L. Reams of Fall River Mills California. Jim is an accomplished Bamboo Rod Maker and life long fly fishermen. I have been introduced to many sportsmen who have attempted to fashion raw cane into functional works of art. Unfortunately many of these well intentioned individuals fall short of producing well designed, hand planed, tempered, tapered rods worth buying. I was quite surprised to find this level of workmanship and attention to detail. Its no secret to those who know me, I have a soft spot for fine bamboo. I will feature James L. Reams in a future article. His address and phone number will be attached to the end of this column for those wishing to investigate quality bamboo. Each month one or two rod makers will be mentioned or featured in this column. If you consider yourself in this expert category, please contact me through this monthly column. As is the case in all sports, fly fisher persons usually fall into two distinct camps.

Fly fishermen seem to come in two main flavors: The fellow who loves the sport and if possible spends a week or two on the water. Then we have the lunatic fringe who live breath and often mimic the life cycle of German Browns and fat Rainbows. These over the top types (me included) are known to go through wives, girlfriends, and family quickly. Because they never seem to be ANYWHERE AROUND! One can spot these overly focused souls spending a little too much time at the local magazine rack devouring every tiny obscure published word on the sport. If you were to spend any time at their homes, (not that they would notice) you would find them glued to the chair next to their fly tying table, bits and pieces of every sort of feather and hackle known to man scattered as if a hungry hawk had just completed his evening meal.

How often have you been subjected to the pathetic whining of a loved one uttering a phrase like this "Why do I have to constantly hear about nothing but opening day or how perfect your latest tied fly is? Why are you always either coming or going to some trout stream?"

Well, lets have a moment of silence for the huddled hordes who thank god will not be taking up space on my favorite two dozen streams this season.

   It took me about 30 seconds as a five year old standing near a stream full of healthy trout to decide this addiction was for me. I raised my right hand and then and there swore a blood oath to any and all gods listening.

I solemnly swear to spend ridiculous amounts of money and time in the quest to one day learn how to consistently tie flies, perfectly present, catch & release as many trout as I possibly can. "Its been a few years, and I still have a way to go. There have been exquisite moments when everything felt just right, and after two or three mends of fresh thrown line hits the water, SLAM

Of course god bless the sportsmen who aren't completely possessed. We have to rely on someone to run this country while were up to our butts in cold water. Oh well, the advent of better then normal winter rain has once again left Upper California looking like a watercolor painting in 3-D. Rivers and streams I fished were running high and chilly, most areas were not crowded and the winds were tolerable at best. The "Little Tuly"is a wild trout zone, as are many areas circling majestic Mt. Shasta. I fished this year with a five weight graphite nine footer. I only threw hand tied flies which were tied by the legendary Walton Powell. I brought along my good friend Mike Garragus television producer. We have been scouting trout and scenic areas to begin my series of videos featuring many of the worlds most famous fly fishers of both sexes. Mike and I practiced sneak and stealth techniques for creeping up on still sleepy rainbows holding in the few shallows of the "Little Tuly". Many critters were out and about including Garter Snakes, many ducks, geese, deer and other stream dwelling creatures. it was chilly and pretty, a wonderful opening day in California.

Who said school teachers lead predictable lives? In Redwood City California Math Teacher Loren Dakin dedicated fly fisher went on one of the ultimate Alaska guided floatplane and helicopter fly fishing adventures. His destination Lake Marie Lodge located 90 miles Northwest of Anchorage Alaska. This lodge sits on 120 acres in the Upper Yenna River Drainage system. Were talking real fast action here folks, an average of 100 or more caught and released each day is common.
John & James Wilson are looking for serious fly fisher persons who have done a little weight training and can withstand the power and strength of wrestling King Salmon and Silvers in the 25 to fifty pound class. The lodge is well appointed and the staff seasoned pros. Jet Boats, floatplanes and helicopters are used to ferry guests to waters seldom if ever fished.
Those seeking an adventure in America's last wild frontier might want to contact these guys. I spent much time with both John & James on computer E-Mail, they sound like the real deal for outstanding fishing. (See photo). Lake Marie Lodge can be reached by flying into Anchorage, then a short hop to the lake. Contact John & James Wilson Lake Marie Lodge, P.O.B. 210429, Anchorage, Alaska, 99521-0429 - Telephone ( 907) 258-0802 or ( 907) 333--3477 - Website: www.lakemarie.com

My good friends Dr. Mike Martin and his equally astute fly fishing wife & partner Karen have Fly fished many of the worlds premier waters. Last year it was off or rather down to New Zealand for a tour of the areas best trout haunts. Dr. Mike is Senior Biologist for California Fish & Game Department. This chap has more talents then Madonna, he and his beloved Karen are quite serious addicts when it comes to trout. They arrived at the
Sportsmen lodge on the Tongariro River, owners Ivan & Judy Nobilo can be reached at 0-7-386-8150. The accommodations are reasonable, less then fifty a night and well maintained. The in the know fly shop there is "The Sporting Shop" Phone # 07-386-8996 for the latest water reports. Dr. Mike is more Hemingwayish then he owns up to as evidenced in his following recollections.
There are two gorgeous streams which tributary to Lake Taupo near turangi (By California standards) The mighty Tongoriro and the smaller, delicate Tauranga- Taupo. One is fished blind with large river steel head tactics. The other smaller stream has holding water, clear waters, where fish are spotted. On the first day we went to the Tauranga- Taupo... nobody was fishing the bar riffle into the lake. Drove downstream about two kms, walked about 600 yards of river and spotted two nice fish 8-10 pound class - so the juices ( and the wine ) were flowing. There was a real stiff wind blowing, so that was a worry. Off to bed with visions of silvery "Bows" in our heads! " Early that day they got this advise from locals.

There are fish in the rivers in some numbers, but the rivers down because of El Nino "But a good guy can catch a nice fish". On the next day fishing Lonely and the Groin tributaries was like fishing the dam Trinity River in Mid - Winter! - Got the casting down, with a five weight Sage and fast sink tip, using florescent egg fly (others were using PTs and Hares Ear patterns). Flogged the water for about five hours without a bump. Home for afternoon tea

The next afternoon all hell broke loose, we went back to where we spotted the two good fish at Taurangi-Taupo. No dice for first two hours, wind was ferocious. We had to cast down wind, down stream or sail it near river banks, a real challenge. We spooked about 7 nice trout, no one else fishing but us. Twenty minutes before Sunset working the run near where our car was parked and thinking this is about where we spotted the good fish. Well since it was light and so flat (had my clear lenses on). Said to myself - I'll just float this baby over to where that fish was the day before and see what happens? Strike indicator on surface (Have to use special Lake Taupo indicators which are bushy and very strange) Strike indicator stops! Hook up. FISH ON! I'm yelling and hooting - Karen is 200 yards down stream and making tracks toward me like I'm on fire. This is a seriously nice trout - I'm stoked. This is nirvana- and well worth the swim across the Pacific. This genetic cousin of mine from California is wilder and feistier then I remember my last Owens River Rainbow. He reels off 30 yards and starts on the backing. Then does a 180 and decides upstream is better. I get him calmed down and he comes to me with little further fight in about ten minutes. I then gently remove hook and ease him back into the ice cold waters. Back to the lodge for venison and a delightful New Zealand Pinot Blanc." The area fished is unspoiled and too pretty (see photo ) Another quality fly fishing experience can be had on Mohaka River - cabins are rustic, but well kept - contact Riverland Outback Adventure, RD2 Napier, NZ: Phone (06)834-9756 or Lake Waikaremoana in the Urewaera National Park (64) 6837-3803. By the size of these fish and the many varied waters, this sounds like a grand adventure. The good news is its not very expensive, check it out.

How can I resist rummaging through my mental tackle box and discovering little gems of distant fly fishing adventures worth mentioning? During a ten year period living near Yosemite National Park in California. I had countless special days throwing tiny 16s at over fed Brookies, Rainbows. and Golden Trout. At one of the parks main gates near the Merced River (full of German Browns ) I got the bright idea to climb about forty five feet off the water onto a huge boulder. I could see many good trout moving all around from this vantage point. I threw my hand tied Mosquito's with ease at passing fish, until hooking up a solid three pound Rainbow. I had forgotten one important aspect of this type of fishing, how in the hell could I get that fish up the face of the rock without him snapping loose?

The park entrance is full of tourists and bus loads of sight seekers. I had a large gallery of Japanese camera toting fans watching me play this trout for some twenty minutes Only a moron would have attempted to catch and land a big fish on that steep sided rock. I played him until he tired. One of the tourists yelled out to me, "Can't wait to see you bring him in!" As I slowly brought him up the rock I thought man will I be lucky, then the tippet snapped and off he went. That was the day a trout caught me and made me look like the fool I was. Until next month, here are phone numbers and address's of Walton Powell and Bamboo rod maker James L. Reams.

Walton Powell is selling his special series of 30 of his signature double helix multiple modulus graphite rods at a special price under 300 dollars. He only has these 30 to sell. Phone # (530) 336-5179.

James L. Reams lives in Fall River Mills California, P.O.B. 685,' 96028, Phone # (530) 336-6773. His Quality Bamboo Rods start at less then a 1000 dollars and go up from there.

Excellent fly fishing shop on the way to Mt. Shasta area is " Fly fishing Unlimited "Toby Uppinghouse proprietor knows the area very well. Phone# (707) 446-0760 446-1206.