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Christopheraaron

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  1. it's the bighead carp that are the jumpers, it's the grass carp that have been found reproducing in Lake Erie, the bigheads are coming though

     

    not that the Kawarthas are anywhere close to pristine anymore (with common carp and pike etc in there), it maybe worthwhile closing off the Trent Severn Waterway's access to G Bay and Lake O, at least to delay the invasions?

     

    fishing in southern and central Ontario will likely be a lot different in the next 10 years

    it's the silvers that are the jumpers...

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    Thanks Bud.

     

    Here's a few more shots.....

     

    This one from this morning. Two seats for a good friends upcoming projects.

     

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    Also a few shots of some NRX conversion work. The one in green wood is done the other I'm currently working on.
    The green was a handle replacement and the other a complete strip and rebuild which should be done any day.

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    Now back to work........!

     

    You've got to be pretty brave to strip an NRX! LOL, nice work!!

  3. Screwed up writing this and only realized my mistake last night. I really wanted to mention that the spey rod that you see is built by none other than our own Braden Kemp (Kemper on here). Last winter I messaged him about the possibility of him building me a rod for the trip, and probably about 5 weeks of planning later I had my first spey rod! Every part of the rod was built to my specifications, handle pattern, grade of cork, reel seat material, seat hardware, guides, thread colour, blank and blank colour. Once it was built he gave me suggestions on reel selection, line, even some recommendations on casting videos! If you're interested in getting one made you can PM him, and I'm sure he'll help you out. Is this a bit of a shameless plug? Ya. But it really is shameless when the work is this good. ;)

     

    Here are some pictures...

     

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  4. December 25 2012, I received a trip to Whistler for a week of fishing, any time, any species I wanted. Could I have gone for bows, chinook, silvers, steel, browns or the massive run of pinks? Sure, but I'm always on the hunt for new species, I've never caught a bull trout, cutthroat, dolly, or chum, so it was decided that the Birkenhead and Squamish would have 2 more anglers this October.

     

    The trip was booked by the end of August, we would stay from the 12th to 19th, spending the first day travelling, and the next 2 visiting with family in Mission. By the end of Monday we were settled into the hotel and getting ready for our first day with a guide in the morning. Since we were a little late in booking the trip most guides were unavailable, either guiding or up north on the steelhead rivers. Eventually we found a guide named Derek Butula, he works at the hotel and guides part time with a Whistler based company (can't remember the name).

     

    We met him around 7 and were fishing by 8:30, we started at the Cheakamus river fishing for bulls with sculpins and comets, after 2 hours of no action we made a move downstream and I made a move on my fly, going to a bead head egg sucking leech. I don't know if it was a difference in weight or maybe they just wanted something more natural than the flashy comets but I started getting hits every 10 minutes or so. By noon I had 2 dirty springs on that spit the hook, and a few trout (we think) that also spit the barbless hook. At about 1 or so we stopped for an amazing pulled pork sandwich and continued down the system, snagged a small bull in the back and saw a guy get a massive (20"+) cutthroat, but that was it for the day.

     

    The 45...

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    and that pesky mouse.

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    I may not have been able to land any of those fish, however, the only reason you get a guide is to learn the area, and Derek knew that was his job. He took us to a few different stretches of rivers so we could try them throughout the week, and now that we knew what exactly we were doing it didn't take long to figure the systems out. First stop on Tuesday was back to the pool were I had 4 on and many more hits to figure out what the heck it was that was nipping at the tail of my fly. And what better way to make sure you catch fish than with a spinning reel and some spinners? About 10 casts in with a big #5 vibrax and I had my first ever bull trout, not really big, but a nice way to start the trip.

     

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    About 3 cast after that I had one on that must have been a good bit over 20" but it jumped and spit the hook. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that 2 casts later I had this one on, just a hair bigger than the first.

     

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    And then about 5 casts after that one I hooked into the biggest bull of the trip, I figure about 2-3 pounds, it's not giant for a bull but it's definitely my biggest resident ever.

     

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    By the time we were done on the Cheakamus it was about 3pm, and since we were in the area I still wanted to stop in at whistler fly fishing which closed at 5. While there they were very helpful and gave us a few more holes to try, along with a couple more pattern suggestions, mainly popsicles, prawns and flesh type flies (prawns were the only ones that we hadn't tried yet). We thanked them and tried to take advantage of the last couple hours of daylight we still had on our side, the water at the first spot was very slow, not optimal for swinging, but we tried it and came up with nothing, of course we were making a tonne of noise in that calm water probably spooking everything.

     

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    Eventually we noticed a large group of anglers downstream so naturally we checked it out. Basically what was happening was there was 2 rivers meeting and the fish were all holding there, ready to kill anything that came in front of their face. It was fairly crowded so there really wasn't any room for the spey rod, so I headed upstream to see if I could swing my fly into the top of the run. While I was standing there like an idiot they were pulling out fish after fish, and the person who was catching most was also using a spey rod, so when a few guys left I made sure to be the first in there. In the 45 minutes that we were there I think I had about ten fish on, only landed one, still a beautiful silver fish though.

     

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    That was day 2, naturally with that amazing action at the end of the day we just had to fish the Squamish on day 3. It didn't take long to figure out that the night was a special time for fishing these things. During the day they all but disappeared, and we only managed to land one fish that day, the night was another story though.

     

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    We came back at about 4 to claim our spot for the night and although it wasn't as hot as the last night it was still some of the best fishing I've ever experienced. Here are some highlights of the night...

     

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    That was 2 species on our list checked, but the cuts and dollies along with that giant bull had still eluded us, so the Birkenhead was the target for the day. Everything I had heard about the birkenhead was great, but upon seeing the river it was a lot different than I had imagined. Most of it was quite shallow and fast, I'm not the most experienced guy when it comes to that type of water so needless to say the day didn't go quite as planned. But just as we were getting ready to leave I took a look off a bridge into the water and could clearly spot about 5 big bulls. I started with a heavy sculpin to try and provoke an aggressive strike, after a few minutes of complete failure a couple fellow fly fishermen came by and told me to throw an egg on, instantly the bulls started paying attention. I had about 4 hits (saw them hit) but I got a little excited and kept pulling it out of their mouths. Oh well, it was getting late and we still wanted to give the chum another shot. For the first time we got skunked, a bitter taste to say the least, but got to chat with the regulars down there and had a few others on.

     

    I just couldn't pack up without catching one more, so I convinced my dad to go down at 6 in the morning before our flight. It payed off, not as much action as the night but still lots rolling and even a few hitting...

     

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    That was it, not as many fish as I'd hoped for but still a great time with some new species addd to my list.

     

    Tight lines,

    Christopher

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