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Friday, July 9, 2010

Creekin Report - Frazier Creek




Creekin......Is a state of mind, an adventure of solitude and ravenous wild rainbow trout. I live for this time of year. When all other waters warm up, crowds of float tubes dot my lakes, and hoards of the general public litter my middle fork - A small creek can make all the difference, and keeps my sanity. The only down side at this point in my life is my fishing partner Madison (my blue heeler) is getting too old to jump from rock to rock and fish were the wild things are. But he knows where I have been by the smell of my wading shoes and the fish slime on my quick dry shorts. He wags his tail, gives me a smile, and I promise to take him to the lake in the boat. Satisfied he heads for his corner on the deck and takes up his post as sentry at Fort Baiocchi - And all is good with him.

So yesterday before the T-storms hit I fished Frazier creek. After I demolished my right side running board on my truck over a big boulder (they are both removed now, no more worries.) I rigged up my 4wt. 6 foot rod and walked downstream. No people around, not even a foot print. I stepped in the water and the coolness soaked deep into my legs and feet. The type of water a trout craves. The kind were oxygen rich plunge pools and aquatic insects become their salvation. I could not believe the bugs, so profuse it would make an entomologist cross eyed and dumb founded. There were the little black caddis, the larger gray speckled wing caddis, yellow sallies, the little green stone, golden stones, salmonflies, PMD's, green drakes and 3 different sizes of craneflies - All adults! Fish came so readily that there was no need to count. The game for me was to find that 9" trophy, and a few were found in the deepest pools. I used a gray x-caddis #12 and targeted the holding water, leaping from rock to rock, and staying low. I felt like the prince of pocket water.
I had had enough, and was quite embarrassed at the onslaught of my actions, how dare I harass these beautiful creatures who seek refuge under the pines, cottonwoods, and willows. I searched for bugs and realized that I have never seen so many on this creek before. With that I headed back to the truck and smiled. There is gonna be 4 more months of this pure bliss!

3 comments:

  1. Jon---I can relate....I too am a creek junkie. Such adventures bring me back to my fishing roots of angling in the tiny feeder brooks of the PaperMill Creek (Laginitus Creek)in Marin county....eons ago.

    Unbeknownst to me at the tender age of 6 years old I was harassing steelhead and salmon smolts. Eventually I became enlightened.

    Frank

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  2. Frank,

    Creekin makes you feel like a kid again, everything is fresh and new. I feel sorry for all those anglers who have lost touch with the samll fish. There is more to life than catching and posing with big fish!

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  3. Jon---There still are a couple wonderful little creeks in this area that are still somewhat untouched...full of spunky, wild trout I'm confident you have several yourself. For sure, venturing to these special sanctuaries rejuvinates one's spirits and cleanses one's mind....

    Let me know if you want any "State of Mind...Fly Fishing" license frames...I also produce two others; "An Addiction...Fly Fishing" and "My Drug of Choice...Fly Fishing." Send an address for "Fort Baiocchi".

    Frank

    PS---Want to make a short "Pro-Tip" for the fall issue of Sierra Fisherman?

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