August 2013

August 2013
August 2013
August 2013
August 2013
August 2013

Trout in Kamloops

By Larry E. Stefanyk

With flies tied, fishing gear organized, clothes and truck packed and Porta-Bote loaded on the truck, I left the Island for a week of trout fishing in Kamloops, staying at the Accent Inn. I’ve stayed at the Accent Inn last year and it was so great it was a given for this trip. I had the same room as last year which was close to my truck and boat. It’s so nice to spend a day on the water, come back to the room, bed made, and be able to have a nice hot shower, wee drop of the Captain, and then walk to a number of different restaurants for dinner. Then back to the room to tie some flies and call it a night.
My first day started early as I head over to Save-on Foods for ice, fresh buns and cold cuts and fruit for lunch. Then off to one of the many lakes in the region. That day it would be Edith Lake which holds some nice size rainbow and Eastern brook trout. I launched my Porta-Bote, attach my electric motor and headed off for a day on the water.
I normally take three 5/6 weight rods with matching lines in the boat, a floating, intermediate and full sink line. I tied on nine-foot leaders and the Rio Fluor Carbon 7X-4lb. tippet. My choice of flies will vary depending on the line weight, but my main go-to fly is my Black Montana with the emerald green thorax with marabou tail. Moving into position on the lake I put the intermediate line out with the Montana, and the full sink with a Green Doc Spratley. It wasn’t long before I was rewarded with a nice 1.5-pound rainbow. The day continued with a mixture of rainbow and eastern brook trout. At 4 p.m. I packed up and headed back to the Accent Inn, home away from home for the week and I was able to put my two trout in the hotel’s freezer.
The week just got better. I had the opportunity to fish with Phil Clayton, a long-time resident of Kamloops, who is a ardent fly fisherman and has invited me to join him on Six Mile Lake for a fish. This is one of Jack Shaw’s (grandfather of fly fishing in Kamloops) favourite lakes which I have read about many times. This was an experience for me which I will never forget. We fished as Jack would have; using chironomids, no indicator and we were rewarded with some nice rainbow trout. A very special day for me.
My next two days were going to be something a little different. I had donated a two-day fishing experience to fish Kamloops with me to the Pacific Salmon Foundation Campbell River Dinner and Auction in February and Rob Harris purchased the trip. Rob shared the trip with Don Larsen and then a later arrival from Nanaimo, a good friend Terry Flammon
and that was the start of their adventure. I checked their gear, tied on some new leaders and tippet and set them all up with flies and it started.
As we pushed off from shore Don and Terry were fishing out of a zodiac and Rob and I out of my boat. It didn’t take long for Rob to land his very first rainbow trout on a fly. We hooked and landed a number of fish before noon then we headed to shore for lunch. Part of the package included lunch, the first day was Sushi, Sashimi, Sakai and Sapporo beer all served on traditional Japanese flatware. This was only for an hour as we had to head back to fish. The afternoon continued with more fish around 1.5-pounds in size. Then Rob’s reel started to scream and a trout took to the air. It was big. Rob played it like he had been doing this all his life. We did have a little problem at the boat as the trout didn’t want to come to the net — it wanted to go under the boat. Finally, success and a three-pound rainbow to the net. (On the cover)
What a great end to a day on Edith Lake.

Our next day was at Hefley Lake and it was Don’s turn to join me. We headed to Twin Bays to do some trolling. I put my same flies on, the Black Montana and Green Doc Spratley, and Montana started to work its magic immediately. It hit my rod so I passed my rod with the fish pulling line at the same time to Don, he got so excited he was all thumbs, and he lost the fish. Disappointed for him.
Fly back in the water, another hit and this time Don figured it out and brought the fish to the boat and safely into the net. His first fly-caught trout. You could not get the grin off his face. That morning we had seven fish to the boat and had two on ice.
We headed into a little island at Twin Bays for lunch. This was an Italian lunch, with red and white table cloth laid on the ground, homemade shrimp and chorizo sausage sauce on fettuccine noodles, fresh buns, Caesar salad and an nice glass of Chianti wine with fresh fruit for desert.
As we enjoyed the lunch Don had bragging rights on his first trout on the fly — more than once — and each time the fight got longer and the fish got bigger.
After our hour lunch we were back on the water fooling trout once again. At the end of the day Don had three nice trout on ice all about 1.5 pounds.
This trip was special for me. It was nice to support the Pacific Salmon Foundation with a trip, meet two new friend and get them both into trout on the fly… a first for both.
One of the things that helps in fishing is believing in your gear and the details. I was shown a number of years ago that to become successful in trout fishing you must use the right fly line. My work horse line is an intermediate sinking fly line. I use long leaders and Rio Fluor Carbon 7X-4lb. tippet up to 18 feet, Use the loop knot and believe in the fly you tie on. In my case I fish with only a few flies like a green Doc Spratley and leeches. But my go-to fly is my Black Montana with the emerald green thorax with marabou tail.
 

 

Huxley’s Run: 

For those of you who persevered — in the last edition of this fine and thoughtfully produced magazine — through my verdant tale recounting the fishing trip with Chubby and Stick, I have another. For those of you who didn’t read it, the basic aspect is that Chubby and Stick are two friends who are as different in temperament as they are in nomenclature. Chubby is as thin as a herring jig. Stick is as thick and round as a purse seine of herring.
The two decided to fish a North Vancouver Island lake during an ‘off’ month. They knew the fishing would be sparse but relished finding an empty spot and taking their chances. As it turned out, they turned down a very rough and semi-de-activiated road that led to the corner of a marvelous lake. And found two other trucks there. They also found four rather suspicious characters standing around a fire drinking, not pop.
This rough road was a long one and they really didn’t want to turn back. So they got out of the vehicle, donned waders and walked towards the lake — past the non-pop drinkers. The greeting was apparently cold, less than cordial, so they moved on to the shore of the lake. There they found an ice cream container with ‘the evidence’ inside according to Chubby.
The evidence was roe. The four had obviously chummed the spot. Chubby was incensed. He took a deep breath (which meant if he turned sideways you could actually see him) and approached the four ne’er-do-wells. Meanwhile Stick stuck a thick hand into the ice cream container and picked at the contents for further investigation.
What happened next I didn’t witness, but from intensive questioning of Thick and Thin, I believe this is as accurate as it gets.
Chubby stomped up to the four erstwhile poachers and confronted them. His 130-pound frame must have had them shaking. Chubby began a short and to-the-point assessment of the disgusting character of each of them. And then one of the lads suggested to Chubby sex and travel.
Chubby immediately challenged “the dork” to a manly settlement of the issue. Sex and Travel apparently laughed, pointed out Chubby’s diminutive size and suggested that his fat friend Stick might want to come up from the lake to help carry Chubby back to their truck after ‘it’ was done.
Unbeknownst to Sex and Travel, Chubby had spent many years falling. What weight there was of him was sinew and muscle, and he had a few years of amateur boxing behind him. And Chubby was sober, fearless and pissed off. Sex and Travel was drunk, not very astute and arrogant.
The two squared off and Chubby “just gave him one in the guts to start.” It was a sharp jab that had Sex and Travel sucking wind.
“Yes!” came Stick’s encouragement from afar.
Chubby hit Sex and Travel two more telling blows in the mid-section as they danced around the fire. “Yes,” came the shout from Stick down on the shore.
Sex and Travel threw a haymaker from his ankles that Chubby let whistle by his head. And then Sex and Travel did the worst thing he could have done. He tried to boot Chubby in the nuts. Chubby deftly blocked it with his knee and as Sex and Travel’s leg was returning, Chubby followed in with “the fastest flying flock of five” the lad ever saw. The first of the punches were both rib shots, then Chubby stepped lightly to the right and drove a fist into Sex and Travel’s kidney. Sex and Travel took a knee. His three friends hooted and applauded.
“Beautiful,” came Stick’s voice.
Chubby then asked who was next and the remaining three laughed aloud, gave up with hands in the air and somewhat apologized.
“Terrific!” came Stick’s shout.
What became quickly apparent is that, while Chubby was defending British Columbia’s natural resources with sweat and potentially blood, Stick had stuck an egg from the roe bucket onto his black leech. He had caught two trout of about two pounds each.
There were more words after that — between Chubby and Stick. Chubby was incensed that Stick chatted up what he called the “good lads” and offered to cook up his trout for them in exchange for a beer or two.
Chubby left with the truck. When the “good lads” dropped Stick off at the motel, just before sunrise, Stick found a note on the door of their room that said, “Do Not Disturb On Pain of Death.”
Stick, knowing Chubby like he did, went to wake the manager to book another room. The manager would be pissed off, Stick knew. But nothing the manager could throw at him would be as bad as that “fastest flying flock of five” from Chubby.
 

 

 

 

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