Leaving Phoenix felt strange.

This is the time of year we stay local, enjoy the best weather of the year. A trip had been in the making for a few months though and the weather in Southern California isn’t half bad. My wife and I pulled our little one from her bed and headed West, toward the Pacific.

It’s just five and a half hours to our destination in San Diego. Upon arriving we said hello to the locals and took in the golden coast.

I retired for the night excited for what the morning would bring. Everet flew down from Idaho early the next morning. I picked him up and we made the short drive to Mission Bay. There we met up with Dave Trimble of On the Fly Fishing Charter. Dave is a heck of a fisherman and great to be around.

We were ready for sharks. The chum slick looked enormous behind the drifting boat, the rods were at the ready, now it was just a waiting game. Hours passed… We stayed entertained with stories from Dave, a giant pod of porpoise, chasing sea lions out of the chum line, and listening to radio chatter from our Navy whose boats we saw passing most of the day. At one point a big group of Mola Mola or Ocean Sunfish drifted through. They were ghostly and strange but provided some entertainment. All of a sudden Dave announced calmly, “theres a shark”.

A 70 lb Blue Shark appeared out of nowhere below us. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, circling in front of us was a Shark! We teased it with a piece of chum and then threw the fly right at it. The shark circled, grabbed the fly and took off, burning line from the reel.

Sometime later the fish came to the boat and was quickly released.

Normally ocean fishing involves getting a lure or bait down to great depths. But here we were, over 2,500 feet of water, casting flies to sharks just under the surface. The big Blue ended up being the only shark for the day. We celebrated with some caught-that-day seafood at a little place overlooking the water. We were satisfied, both by the food and the day on the water. This is a must-do-again trip.

Part of the fun of fly fishing is tying flies to imitate what fish eat. I’ll be honest… I first got into fly tying to save money. Flies are not cheap and I was buying a lot of them. Now though, I tie because stores just don’t carry all of the patterns that really work and I also really enjoy it. I still buy flies occasionally but for the most part I tie my own. This is especially true for flies I use in lakes.

We have all stood at the shallow edge of a lake during the warmer months of summer. Usually, unless its really cold, you can observe lots of small bugs buzzing about just over the surface. These bugs are midges. Midges live in almost all of the fresh water on earth. If there is standing fresh water, there are probably midges in it. Trout eat them in all three stages of their life cycle, two of which occur under water. I’ve heard numbers starting at 50% all the way up to 80% referring to the the percentage that midges make up of a trouts diet in lakes. The percentage doesn’t matter, bottom line is that trout love them.

The muddy bottoms of lakes contain the first stage of the midge life cycle… Larvae. Midge larvae are often referred to as “bloodworms” for their red color. Here is a photo of an actual midge larva.

These are best imitated by long, slender flies with a shiny coating and some kind of segmentation. I tie mine in sizes 14-10.

Midges spend most of their lives as blood worms and this is by far my most effective lake pattern. Bloodworms live at or near the bottom so I suspend these flies just off the bottom. Fish go nuts on them from ice out to late fall. This Montana Rainbow thought it looked like food on a trip I took last Spring.

When the water warms in spring and the air temperature is warm enough for the adults to live, bloodworms transform into pupa. This is the second and shortest life cycle of a midge. The pupa grows small white gills near its head, is a dark or natural color, and traps a thin layer of gas around itself which aids in getting to the surface to hatch. They look like this.

On sunny days the bright light illuminates the pupa as it wriggles to the surface and its best to fish a very shiny pupa pattern. These flies are referred to as “chromies”. For me, the “copper chromie” has been one of the most effective. I tie mine with a red rib. I like sizes 12 and 14 best and use Mustad C49S hooks.

On cloudy days a more natural approach usually works better. My good friend Everet showed me these patterns. They work great in lower light conditions.
Olive:

Rusty Brown:

Another approach to imitating midge pupa comes from accross the pond. Europeans tie pupa with no bead at the hook eye. They call them “buzzers”. Some days these patterns work when nothing else will.

For me there is almost nothing better than watching a small floating indicator bouncing slightly in the water then suddenly tanking as a fish mistakes one of these flies for the real deal. A quick hook set is needed before the fish realizes it’s mistake. The sound of the fly line ripping up off the water on the hook set as it goes tight to a fish is sweet sweet music to a lake fisherman’s ears.

When you think of fishing in Utah the first thing that usually comes to mind is trout. Utah is home to some incredible trout fishing.. but an anomaly exists in the central part of the state. Yuba Reservoir is home to lots of carp, low water each year, big perch some years, milky brown colored water, and MONSTER Northern Pike. This story is an account of a a full season of fishing there and what happens when you put your time in.

In January of 2009 we were on the Ice at Yuba yanking foot long jumbo Perch for the fryer. Midway through the morning my best friend Scott hooked a big fish. After a long fight and many close looks we lost the fish at the hole. From then on we were Pike obsessed. When the ice left we hit the water hard. The early trips were far too cold for any real chance but we learned every nook and cranny of the reservoir. The early summer months passed with a few close calls, some broken lines from blistering runs, and a heartbreaking loss of a giant female right at the boat.

Fall came and I set up a trip to fish with Steve Henline who at the time lived in Northern Utah. Steve was the Pike man landing several big fish through 2008. We hit if off instantly on the one hour drive South. Steve told me of his fishing adventures around the world and how Zihuatanejo Mexico offers, as he put it, “the finest blue-water fishing for Tuna and Pez Vela (Sail Fish) in the world”. Its on my one day list. Everything felt good, just one of those days.

We launched the boat, glided up lake, and arrived at the small bay in no time. There I stood, in the front of the boat, rod in hand, my eighth trip to Yuba, still had not touched a fish. Fish of a thousand casts? Try double that. I made a cast parallel to shore along a sweeping gravel line. Halfway back to the boat the line stopped cold. I think I yelled, “fish on”, or something cheesy like that. After two big head shakes the fish turned on the burners and the reel protested loudly. Minutes later she came to the surface and churned gallons of water before taking off again. With shaking arms I somehow got her to the surface and Steve netted her.

We brought her in the boat and just sat there in awe for a few seconds.
Length: 41.75″
Girth: 17.5″
Weight: Just under 20 pounds!!

Pictures were taken quickly and then she was revived in the big live well. After she was swimming strongly again we put her back where she came from. No point killing a trophy like that. Steve and I have talked many times since then but we haven’t fished together since that September day. He now runs a guide service at Lake Powell. I hope to spend a day on the water there with him someday, it would be a pleasure to spend a day catching fish and reminiscing of that September day of the giant.