Nymph vs. Swing: Can’t we all just get along?

Nymph vs. Swing: Can’t we all just get along?

Yes, we can.

But first, we have to get over ourselves.

(FYI: For those of you who fly-fish, you know what I am talking about. For those who do not, I apologize, because you probably thought this was going to be a much sexier blog post than it is… Whoever came up with the terms for the techniques mentioned in the title of this post obviously had their mind in a gutter, or maybe it’s just everyone else’s that is… ponder that for a minute or two.)

Alright, on to the business at hand…

I probably come from a more uncommon background than most fly-fishers out there, as I was introduced to fly-fishing before ever touching traditional gear methods, and one of the first species of fish I caught was a wild steelhead on a swung fly. I found myself addicted to fly-fishing for steelhead before having a chance to try anything else. It wasn’t long before I picked up a Spey rod and the addiction immediately turned to Spey casting and searching for wild steelhead year round with two-handers– with the only changes made being the types of lines and flies I would use. Before long, I became more comfortable casting a Spey rod than a single hand rod.

It also wasn’t long before the riverside banter of “swing” versus “nymph” started ringing in my ears. “Oh, they’re nymphing, that’s hardly fly-fishing”; “It’s a lot harder to catch them on the swing”; “You might as well use bait”, etc. etc.. Initially, I could see why the method I was used to could be seen as the more challenging of the two to catch fish, as the set-up with a nymph allows you to get right down to the fish with a weight and bobber, and are able to put the fly in areas where you are unable to by swinging usually. What I wasn’t aware of until last Thursday, is how nymphing has it’s own degree of difficulty and takes a much different type of skill with a fly rod than swinging flies does.

Don’t knock it ’til you try it, right?

Yes, as some of you know, I do have the saying, “Swing flies, Be happy” as a personal motto, but as I discussed in a previous blog post, it doesn’t mean I’m opposed to other methods of fly-fishing, it’s simply a catchy phrase that sums up the type of fishing I fell in love with.

(For those who do not know what “nymphing” means, it basically means using a fly rod to dead-drift a fly (egg pattern or nymph) underneath an indicator/bobber.  AK/WA fishing Guide, Andy Simon, and seasoned steelhead fisherman, Michael Davidchik, wrote an informative piece about this technique on Washington Fly-Fishing a couple years ago. http://www.washingtonflyfishing.com/forum/index.php?threads/steelhead-nymphing-strategies.77165/)

Nonetheless, I knew eventually I would have to get out and try it myself. So, a couple weeks ago while I was out on the coast, a new friend of mine (Bozeman based photographer and fishing guide), Brett Seng, offered to take me and another avid steelheader, Annie Kubicka (aka “Big Fish Annie”) out on a raft to drift some flies, as well as swing some runs. I was looking forward to actually seeing the water from a new angle, as this was the first time I would ever float a river– Yes, first time EVER. I have waded and bushwhacked my way through the last 4+ years of fly-fishing for steelhead. (If you wanna know what waders and boots are durable, I am probably a good person to ask.)

So, these two new friends of mine taught me how to “nymph” for the first time, as well as how to “gracefully” climb in and out of a raft. (I quickly learned that both are not easy, as Annie said it best: “climbing in and out of a raft is never graceful”, and nymphing has it’s own set of challenges I found out after losing multiple flies and snagging trees within the first 10 minutes of the float.) I had to brush up quickly on my single-hand casting abilities that are meager- to say the least- and casting an 8 wt with a weight, bobber and fly is about as graceful looking as me awkwardly pulling myself onto the raft like a seal flopping itself onto a barge. I was humbled by the entire experience. The only thing I didn’t get to experience was the fight of a steelhead, but I’m guessing even if there were fish underneath the surface grabbing at the fly, I probably missed any of my chances to set the hook on them, as my reaction time to a bobber dropping had never been exercised before. Thanks to the enthusiastic outbursts that would come periodically from the oars behind me yelling, “GET IT!”, I was able to eventually understand the movement the indicator made signaling the potential of a grab. It certainly is a whole different ball game than what I was used to playing.

Lisa Rice, Brett Seng and Annie Kubicka on the OP
No matter what, I’m always a goofball. (Pictured with Brett Seng and Annie Kubicka)

Spey casting and swinging flies has it’s own degree of difficulty, as it isn’t always “cast, swing, step”– it’s sometimes, “cast, mend upstream, swing, walk downstream to get the fly down, and then step”, etc. etc.. Depending on the run’s water speed, depth, and objects to work around underneath the surface, the traditional “cast, swing, step” has to be altered more often than one would think. For the amount of hours I have put in and the amount of time spent learning how to read water on my own or from Andrew and others we fish with, I would say I have done pretty well with the amount of fish I have caught without a guide and without a boat or raft. This has made me appreciate the challenge of swinging flies for steelhead (winter run especially) all that much more every time I get out on the water.

The reason for my desire to write a post about this common argument of one technique versus another, is during the last few times I have been out fishing on my own, I have honestly run into more friendly gear and nymph fishermen than those with spey rods swinging. This is just my observation, and it doesn’t mean EVERY swing/spey fisherman or woman I have come across is less friendly, but it was enough to take note and feel the need to share my feelings. Coming from the perspective of a 31-year-old female out with a spey rod walking the river banks with my dog, I feel like my perception can be taken however you want to, but I will never raise my nose or have preconceived opinions about a gear, bait, or nymph fisher I run into out there, as long as the fish are being respected.

That is really the bottom line, isn’t it?

I find it interesting that I have been “low-holed” more times from other spey fisherman and smiled at and greeted kindly by more gear fisherman…

Go figure.

As “sport” fishermen and women, we all know the catch and release mortality rate is apparent no matter what, so we all need to be educated properly on how to catch and release with the least amount of harm to the fish as possible. Ultimately, whatever method you are using to catch these beautiful wild fish, be sure you are following the rules and respecting each other, so we can continue to be able to do so.

Can’t we all just get along?

I certainly can’t control what others do out on the water we all share, but I can control the way I act and behave towards others.

As some of you know, our wild steelhead populations are continuing to deplete every year. I can’t say I have gone as far as to stop fishing some of my favorite places because of this, but I will say that by being involved in the WSC (www.wildsteelheadcoalition.org) has only furthered my knowledge on this issue, and eventually, I won’t be surprised if I will have to stop fishing for steelhead entirely. That is a sad reality. Please get involved with the coalition if you want to help the efforts to save a species.

Thanks for reading~

~Lisa

“Wild Reverence”

Shane Anderson and North Fork Studios have created a film that highlights the decline in our wild steelhead population today and what we can do to help the future of these magnificent fish. I can’t wait to see it in its entirety.

The video preview speaks for itself, and the fish:


The full length production is set to be released soon…

For more information visit: Wild Reverence

There are more and more groups getting involved with conservation projects that want to help save wild steelhead from depleting entirely. The only way they will have a chance at success, is to educate yourself and be a part of an organization that cares.

If you want to get involved and/or educated on the importance in conservation of wild steelhead, I recommend visiting the Wild Steelhead Coalition’s website: http://wildsteelheadcoalition.org/

Thank you.

I hope everyone is able to see Anderson’s film at some point or another…

Steelhead Saturday

Steelhead Saturday

Sometimes you just need some Steelhead in your life… Sometimes the only way you can have them is via photos, because you are stuck inside…

So here it is: “Steelhead Saturday”

(This is intended to be purely a fun photo blog post, and did not feel it was necessary to contact each and every individual for their consent to share photos that were posted via social media outlets. If you have an issue with any of the photos, or insist on specific photo credit to be listed, please email me directly at Lisamrice20 (at) gmail (dot) com. Thanks! ~L.R.)

Marty Sheppard Steelhead

Justin Crump Steelhead

Pam Harris Steelhead

Andrew Schweitzer Steelhead

Chris Anderson Steelhead

Gregg Lauder Steelhead

April Vokey Steelhead

Whitney Trent Steelhead

Andrew Schweitzer Steelhead

Paula Shearer Steelhead

Tim Pask Steelhead

Mark Shamburg-Donahue Steelhead

Lisa Schweitzer Steelhead

Andrea Charlton Dustin Kovacvich

simon gawesworth steelhead

Sonya Pask Steelhead

Scott Baker-McGarva Steelhead

Mia Sheppard Steelhead

Jeff Bright Steelhead

Gray Struznik Steelhead

Andrea Charlton Steelhead

Ross Purnell Steelhead

April Vokey Steelhead

Craig Scoot Mason Steelhead

Whitney Gould Steelhead

Anette Lauder Steelhead

Jeff Hickman Steelhead

Adrienne Comeau Steelhead

Kate Taylor Steelhead

Lisa Schweitzer Steelhead

Stevie Morrow Steelhead

April Vokey Steelhead

Francois Blanchet Steelhead

Gray Struznik Steelhead

Kateri Clay Steelhead

Ben Grady Steelhead

Leah Sells Steelhead

Hannah Belford Steelhead

Photo by Rick Willauer

Annie Kubicka Steelhead

Ben Trainer Steelhead

Catherine Laflamme Steelhead

Shane Anderson Steelhead

Fay Mills Steelhead

Gray Struznik steelhead

Kate Taylor Steelhead

Andrea Charlton Steelhead Adam Tavender Photo

Adrienne Comeau Steelhead

Lisa Schweitzer steelhead

Steelhead Photo by Rick Willauer

If you have any photos you want me to share on a future “Steelhead Saturday” post, please email me.

Cheers,

~Lisa

Even When the Fish Don’t Bite…

Sometimes, you just have to get out and fish. Sometimes, that means you drive 3 hours to try and end up leaving 3 days later without a tug to write home about. But, it’s that effort and those trials and tribulations that make it worth it.

For someone who lives, eats and breathes fly-fishing for steelhead, those trials usually mean a lot of days on the river gaining nothing more than sore shoulders from thousands of casts on what seems like an empty river full of boulders and fallen trees planted there to do nothing more than to grab your fly before a hungry mouth has a chance. 

Thankfully, I had Doc with me this last time. Four legs full of fury to chase after his curious scent, as well as occasionally sit anxiously on the river bank behind me, as I tried whole-heartedly to find that tug at the end of my line…
Sinking, reeling back, casting out, and swinging through the depths of the intrepid water waiting for that tug… waiting… waiting… hoping… Only to eventually be forced to give in to my growling stomach and thirsty mouth and take a break. I lay down– giving my weary legs and arms a break from wading and walking the rocky and muddy banks. Searching for new water, scanning familiar water and relentlessly doing it all over again day after day… Alone. That moment of feeling hopeless eventually tries to take over. A swift blanket of the fear trying to cover you as you still somehow have a dwindling ounce of hope left… Yet, somehow that hope returns again, throwing the blanket swiftly off before it had a chance to settle, after endulging in a hearty meal in the small town that joins the surrounding rivers, with some familiar faces and some new ones– sharing stories of similar defeat on the river, but some with more success shared, which is enough to remind you that it is worth trying again the next morning. Somehow, the optimism stays even when it should dwindle and decease. Or should it?

I never regret trying. I only grow from each experience and each attempt. By doing it by myself, I feel like I grew a little more this last time. It doesn’t always take a grab or –even better– the fight of a steelhead to make me feel the drive to keep pursuing these fish. It just takes persistence.

Take me back to that place and those unpredictable rivers any day. I’m going to give it my all, whether it’s alone or with others who feel the same passion and understand the same unbridled addiction to swinging flies for these mysterious, anadromous creatures… I just can’t wait for the next time I have a chance to get back out and do it all over again. This is why I know I have found myself. And there is only more to discover yet.

Until next time…
~Lisa

Women on the Fly

I hope most people have seen a photo or two of this awesome gal holding a gigantic steelhead already at some point, but for those who have not, meet Anette Lauder:

Courtesy of Anette

Anette is an avid fly-fisher from Smithers, B.C. where she is a R.N. by day (or night, depending on when they need her I’m sure!) and a badass steelheader when she isn’t busy taking care of patients.

Courtesy of Anette

First of all, how can you resist that smile? When I first started getting into steelhead fishing, I came across many photos of this woman holding monster chromers with that amazing smile, and I couldn’t help but think how not only was she clearly a fantastic fisherwoman, but she also looked like someone you would want to meet and get to know. (I hope that happens soon!)

Here is a bit she wrote explaining this gorgeous photo she sent me:



“It captures the beauty of a Northern BC river on a cold October day and appears to be mysterious and dark. Love it! Steelheading is especially a challenge on those days. After switching to the other side of the river, I hooked into my biggest buck just before dark in the fast tail of this run. Last cast and an incredibly aggressive take by this steelhead… Experience of a lifetime with my husband Gregg and our dog Bear at my side. Sharing those moments is the best!!!”
I could not agree more, Anette! That type of story will stay with you forever, because as you and many of us know, if it wasn’t for the challenge, winter steelheading would be far less rewarding. Half of the beauty in catching these magnificent creatures, is the way you go about hooking them… Swinging flies in tough conditions is my favorite way to seek out these fish, and I know sharing those moments with your loved ones (dog and husband in my case too) is the icing on the cake.
Thanks for sharing girl!
 Fish on~
-Lisa
“Swing Flies, Be Happy”

Seattle Met’s Disappointing Article

Please click on the link below, read the article and post comments on it.
This author, and everyone who reads her appalling point-of-view, needs to hear the truth behind our beloved wild/native steelhead, and not be blinded by a blushed chrome plated entree that shouldn’t be there. EVER.

I think there are a lot of excellent points that have already been made by others who are outraged, but it won’t hurt to add more.

Whatever it takes to save this unique and remarkable trout species from becoming even more endangered than it already is.

http://www.seattlemet.com/eat-and-drink/seattles-top-seafood/articles/how-a-steelhead-trout-goes-from-the-hoh-river-to-the-entree-menu

Thank you to fellow fly-fisherman, Josh Mills, for initially bringing this issue to my attention, and to everyone who has been sharing this article and spreading the word.

-Lisa

Reminiscing about the cold, rainy days.

“A bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work.” -said someone that I don’t know.

I have to agree with that, except when it involves hours upon hours of fish-less days on a cold, rainy river that just blew out the day you arrived. It starts with a feeling of, “well, we are here, so we might as well fish.”… To, “well, at least we can practice casting.” …To, “sh#$%#*! We should just go dig razor clams because we aren’t gonna find anything in this muddy, high water!”. Yeah, I guess even a happy fisher can turn sour, even if you aren’t at work.

Ultimately, what I love most about fishing on our favorite rivers on the Washington coast, is the fact that you just never know. Steelhead are not predictable creatures, and this is why we love them, right? If you knew you could just walk out on the run and throw a line out and catch one every time, it wouldn’t be a challenge and would take the rush and reward out of it. At least that’s my take on it.

So, as I sit in the lunch room and am restricted from being on the river at this moment, I will leave you all with some photos from places where the mysterious steelhead may or may not have been…

~Lisa