Prince Rupert/Coastal B.C. Fly Fishing
After unrelenting pressure from my agent, here’s more stuff from my trip.
First pic is of the Otter we flew in on, with the Beaver we took out in the background. The Otter was needed because David was taking in a load of lumber for construction of a shed to store motors and stuff in. Out there, if you need something….it has to come in by plane.
Next pic is the front of the cabin from the lake. Interesting thing here is the raft, which these guys built as a combination barge and fly fishing/trolling platform. Comfortable indeed, including lawnchair and umbrella for the few times it rains…..like all the time!
They’re always going off to cut down a tree for firewood or a foundation or something. Boy stuff! Think they have much fun??
This is a pic from the back, and shows the great fire pit Gary built. He’s a total pyromaniac, so he needed something safe for his bonfires. He actually has burned down two smokehouses so far.
This is a pic of a nice pool we were fishing one day. Altho it looks like it should hold a million trout, we only got a couple out of it. That’s fishing, I guess.
The next is a pretty nice Rainbow I got one day (I forget which one now), but I think that’s a McKay Special it’s chewing on.
This was one day we boated and hiked over to the third lake, all day in pouring rain. It was here that we had a shore lunch of Cutts, cooked under the cedar tree to try and keep a bit dry. Tasty, tasty, tasty!
One day we ventured down to the ocean, where the last of the rivers flows into the estuary over these falls. The salmon all have to come up through there, and the water must have been flowing about 100mph. How they do all that is beyond me.
The local Indians have the area around these falls as Reservation land, so they alone have the right to come in and take the salmon as they go upstream (well, apparently the bears get a few too). No salmon on that day though, but they were holding just below in the estuary which you can see in the second pic below:
Talk about loving it there, and not wanting to leave, that is soooo true. David, who’s a pretty funny guy anyway, was wistfully staring out over the estuary as we were getting ready to begin the long trek back to camp, and he said, “I could just sit here all day and watch the tide come in!”
The last pic is of Gary and I as we were about get back into the boat on our last day on the trail. A happy bunch, for sure….great fishing, great food, the beautiful scenery, and companionship for a lifetime.
For anyone who’s interested, I had an 8wt and a 5wt with me, but with no salmon about to speak of the 5 got all the work. I only used my floating line a couple of times, and my sink tip on occasion. Mostly I used a full sinking line because the water was either fast or deep, or both.
Flies that worked best for me were the following:
#10 Prince Nymph
#6 Stimulator both dry and pulled under (I only discovered the latter on the last day…bummer!)
#6-8 Beadhead Wooly Bugger, black and green, olive/black, all black
#6-8 Leeches, same colours
#12 Partridge & Yellow
#6-8 Carey Special
#10 McKay Special Nymph
#8 Dragonfly nymph
Muddler Minnows
#4 Gray Ghost
Next time I get a chance to do a trip like this one, I’d take more minnow patterns 
, because that’s what they were mostly feeding on.
And, I’m going to get a full sink line for my 8wt.
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