Sunday, March 16, 2014

Fishers of Men: Attributes Obtained Through Fishing

"To go fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity towards tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men-for all men are equal before fish."   
Herbert Hoover

" Perspective is a perishable commodity. Fishing restores perspective. when we escape to the solitude of quiet waters, the day's fleeting troubles seem to evaporate into the mist; in the presence of nature, spiritual order is restored."
Criswell Freeman

Friday, March 14, 2014

Bow Fishin' for Carp!

I hate carp in so many ways but then again they can be so awesome!  I have several fishing buddies who fly fish for carp and they think it's the bomb. I know others who love to get out their ultralite spinning gear with 4 lbs test line and hook into carp during the spawn.  Me, I just like to snag them with heavier gear and get a good fight out of them! Or I’ll break out the bow from its winter hibernation and rig up the bow fishing gear.  We mostly ‘hunt’ carp in the summer months at Flaming Gorge Reservoir but we will also spend some time in the Blacks Fork Rive stalking the river banks.  When carp spawn they gather in numbers and it is not uncommon to see over 50 carp in a single cove or nestled into the shallows with their backs sticking out of the water.   
If you camp along the reservoir you can hear them splashing around all night.
Bow fishing is a little trickier than you might imagine.  Of course you want to get as close as possible and shoot them when they are within a few feet of the surface. Early in the season you can jump in your boat and slowly motor around and get close enough for a shot. Later on you might have to transition into stealth mode and often get in the water and move slowly into spawning areas.    
 When light hits the water it gets refracted and changes its direction of travel. This causes the fish to appear that they are in one spot but in reality they will be a few inches (or feet) from where you think they are.  The depth changes all that as well and it magnifies the effect. Get out to the lake and give carp fishing a shot!






Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Big Brook Trout in the Uinta Mountains



Brookies generally don’t get all that big in the Uinta Mountains or in most mountain waterways.  Now and again you stumble into an area that where you start off by catching a few small brook trout and then… Whammo! You rip into the lips of a trophy brookie that takes you for a ride! This lake is definitely one of those areas where, on the right day, you can catch a lot of good cutthroats and brookies and now and again hook into one that goes into the 4-5 pound range.  Brookies have always been one of my favorites to fish for.  Generally, they are much more aggressive than other trout, will hit almost anything you throw at them, and put up a strong fight.  Pound for pound they are among the strongest of the trout and char varieties and among the tastiest as well. 
Island Lake is nestled just beneath the rocky peaks of the western Uinta Mountains. It’s not a very popular destination and it requires a good amount of hiking on less than well-traveled rocky trails.  The hike isn’t terribly aggressive in terms of vertical ascent but it is a solid six or seven mile jaunt.  The trail is poorly marked and dead fall occasionally blocks it all together. A few areas will test your scouting skills and may present difficulties in choosing the right path to follow.  I’ve hiked in and out of this lake in a single day with a few hours of fishing in between. If you plan on the same trip you better be prepared for a full day and have flashlights with you just in case you fish longer than planned and end up hiking a few miles in the dark.
The trail usually is muddy and even into late June and July you can run into a few deep snow drifts. Good water proof hiking boots are a must. Horses will certainly do well on this trail but be aware of the bogs and swampy areas where elevated platforms have been built up for hikers.

Flies work well on this lake and so do gold and black panther martins, red and white Daredevils, the frog patterned Daredevils, and gold, hammered brass Krocodiles. Don’t be afraid to let your spoons sink to the bottom and jig them back slowly. Often the large brookies will follow your gear in right to shore and strike just a few feet away. In doing so you will occasionally snag into sunken logs and hook up on rocks but the risk is worth the reward...



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Jealousy and Sibling Rivalry

Tony and Tom Redmon
This is a hole Tony and I fished in just a few days before...
There is only one thing that distracts me more at work than knowing my two little brothers and my dad are fishing. That is having them send text messages to me all day and knowing they are catching lots of big fish! Not to mention that they borrowed two of my rods and my fish finder...

The phrase "the early bird catches the worm" doesn't mean a thing to these three.
Tony Redmon
This bunch of fisherman is the kind to sleep in, take their time, and refuse to fish all day.  Usually I criticize that kind of behavior but now and again they prove all my theories dead wrong.  This morning, to their credit, they actually did get up somewhat early but they got caught in a white out blizzard. When they arrived at the lake they were unable to find the holes Tony and I fished in just two days before due to the poor visibility and not to mention we didn't mark the spot with a GPS.  After wondering around for quite sometime, the sun finally broke through long enough for them to find the holes.

As soon as they got their jigs to the bottom they started laying into the fish.  Within a short time they had a double hook up.  A short time after that, they hooked up another double!  My youngest brother, Taylor didn't even have much time to fish as he was running back and forth between Tony and Dad helping them land fish.  All in all they had a great day with catching around 10 fish. A few were over the 20 lb range and a couple dipped into the 30's. Man I wish I could have been there!   
Tom Redmon





 The following day I actually took the day off work and went with Dad back out to this same area.  To see what we caught that day click here... it was one of the best days of fishing at Flaming Gorge I have ever had... I would say that for all the jealousy I felt while they were fishing, that day made it all better.
Taylor Redmon

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Fishers of Men: Wilford Woodruff: The First Fly Fisherman West of the Continental Divide


Wilford Woodruff
To me, stories of the struggles and hardships of the Mormon Pioneers are always inspiring, heartbreaking, and captivating. Those of us who live in the Western United States share the legacy of their courage and faith, no matter our direct lineage or religious affiliation.  In one way or another we are beneficiaries of the blessings that resulted from their sacrifice and labor.  I know what you are thinking, “How does this relate to fishing?” 
I was raised in the Bridger Valley in Southwest Wyoming, an area rich in historical significance as pertaining to the old west. Among other things, Fort Bridger was a vital resupply point for handcart companies and wagon trains on the Oregon Trail, California Trail and Mormon Trails. In 1847, a man named Wilford Woodruff, a Mormon Pioneer, recorded in his journals accounts of fishing throughout the trek including fly fishing on the Blacks Fork of the Green River.  The house that I was raised in is literally just above the flood plain of the Blacks Fork River.  I have spent countless hours fishing and swimming in that river.  I can recall multiple occasions of catching large brown, rainbow and cutthroat trout just a few miles downstream of Fort Bridger. How I wish I could have fished next to Wilford back in those days!
The following is an excerpt from a wonderful article which documents the deep connection that Wilford Woodruff had to the art of angling.  He is honored here for his dedication and his mark on western fishing as we know it today. I must note that there is so much more to this great man than fishing. He left his mark on the world as a powerful missionary, teacher, and as a prophet of God.

Enjoy! To read the entire article click here.
bamboo rod

"Fortunately, Western annals leave a stronger clue and point directly to a Utahn--no less a figure than Wilford Woodruff, fourth president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and a totally committed angler. Woodruff made the trek west as a member of the LDS Council of Twelve Apostles and traveled in the vanguard of pioneer Mormons to reach and settle the Great Salt Lake Valley in July 1847. He also was one of the most diligent and important diarists among the Mormons, keeping note of everything he did for more than a half-century. And when he fulfilled a church mission to England in 1841, he brought back a fly rod and an assortment of artificial flies.

Because of his fondness for angling, he became a sort of clearing house for matters piscatorial. Woodruff always remembered to inquire of trappers and traders on the prairie where the best fishing was. And when someone had some luck, they passed the word to Woodruff.
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Bridger's trading post of crude log houses on Blacks Fork of the Green River was a place emigrants could stay a day or so to rest and feed their livestock, repair wagons and generally gird for the final push to the Great Salt Lake Valley or points west. And here Woodruff made his mark. In his own words, and colorful spelling: "As soon as I got my breakfast, I rigged up my trout rod that I had brought with me from Liverpool, fixed my reel, line & artificial fly & went to one of the brooks close by Camp to try my luck catching trout."
Fresh meat: "The men at the fort said there were but very few trout in the streams. And a good many of the brethren were already at the creeks with their Rods & lines trying their skill baiting with fresh meat and grasshoppers, but no one seemed to ketch anything.
I went & flung my fly onto the [water]. And it being the first time I ever tried the Artificial fly in America, or ever saw it tried, I watched as it floated upon the water with as much intense interest As Franklin did his kite when he tried to draw lightning from the skies. And as Franklin received great joy when he saw electricity or lightning descend on his kite string in like manner was I highly gratified when I saw the nimble trout dart [at] my fly, hook himself & run away with the line, but I soon worried him out & drew him to shore. I fished two or three hours including morning & evening & I cought twelve in all. And abought one half of them would weigh about--3/4 of a pound each while all the rest of the camp did not ketch during the day 3 lbs of trout in all, which was proof positive to me that the Artificial fly is far the best thing now known to fish [for] trout with."
Wilford Woodruff went on to fish the Bear River (not with an artificial fly, however) on horseback in the middle of the stream, casting baited hooks into eddies. Like anglers of today, he discovered that fish are fickle. "Some of the time I would fish half an hour & could not start a fish. Then I would find an eddy with 3 or 4 trout in it & they would jump at the hooks as though there was a bushel of trout in the hole. And in one instance I caught two at a time.""

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Success Factors for Winter Fishin' the Green River

On any given day from the first hatch of spring through late fall spawn, you will find the A and B sections of the Green River below Flaming Gorge Reservoir full of fly fisherman.  They endure the barrage of drift boats passing by and the endless torrent of recreationalist as they paddle by laughing and water fighting. Many of those relentless fishermen are successful but they earn every fish they catch.  They are encroached by other fly fisherman as they wade out into the river up to their goiters, jockeying for position on the good runs and holes.  As much as I love fishing the Green, I just don't like dealing with the people. Especially when I pull out a couple good fish in an area only to have a handful of other fish-vultures slide into the area and spook the fish.  

I learned a couple secrets for success on the green river.

Number one: Fish in the winter when its cold enough to freeze your ice hole off!  Ice and cold is the one thing that rattles the cages of most fair weather fly fisherman. Some of the best days to go are in the sub-zero temperatures.  It takes warm gear and a lot of patience when it comes to de-icing your eyelets.

Number two: Don't be afraid or too proud to hang up that fly rod and get the spinning gear out.  After the spawn, those browns and rainbows get very aggressive and will hit large jigs, spoons, and crankbaits.  Those browns can be every where. Start out fishing shallow areas right next to the bank then work out to the deeper holes.  Work your gear aggressively and occasionally pause and let the hook free fall to the bottom.  You'll be amazed at how those browns will follow you out of a hole and strike when you let your lure free fall. I've seen browns pick up spoons off the bottom when you let them fall to the sand.
Taylor Redmon (AKA Tugs)
Number three: Take your hiking shoes! Put on some miles! Yeah, sure sometimes the fishing is hot right by the boat ramps but really...seriously?  Those areas should have handicapped parking reservation signs hanging on them for those who are not able to traverse the trails.  I have a lot of respect for the older generation of fisherman and it does my heart good to see a grandpa and his grandchildren fishing together on the river.  With that said, get out and hike boys! Its a good time of year to go exploring and find some new holes that aren't overrun with other fishermen.








Get out there on a cool clear day and I just might see you out there!
Brian Holt with a great brown!



Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Cowboys and Fishermen

Tim Redmon and a nice Tiger Trout


Getting out and riding horses is always a good time.  Fishing in the high Uintas is also a good time.  Put the two together and you are in for an awesome day!  My older brother Tim is the cowboy of the family and has proven to be a successful rancher.  It's a rare treat to get him away from the ranch and on the water.  I used to work with Tim in Alaska and he was an excellent charter boat captain. We had many amazing days on the saltwater and hopefully you will see some retro-posts about those good ol' days. 

Back to the Uintas... On this trip we were focusing on Tiger Trout on a little lake called Lake Hessie. We were also accompanied by Kay Gross. We unloaded the horses at China Meadows trailhead and road for a few miles toward the Red Castle area.  We eventually broke off the well traveled trail and cut back to the southeast.  After a short climb we finally hit Lake Hessie and wasted no time getting out our gear.  We caught several beautiful tiger trout on spinners and jakes lures. After lunch we jumped back on the horses and rode up toward the highline trail. We got up high enough to get a breathtaking view of mountains near Red Castle and other bald Uinta peaks. We had a great horse ride, caught some decent tigers, and got to see some amazing country!






Kay Gross