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

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

Hello, 2014!

Hello, 2014!

Happy New Year everyone!

2013 was a great year overall for me, and I can only hope 2014 will be even better.

If you read my blog, then I imagine you also follow my social media sites, so simply posting pictures to summarize my year would be redundant. Besides, I’m a writer. Not a photo blogger. (Ha ha… Okay, so I guess I am guilty of doing both). 🙂 Hey, who doesn’t enjoy photos with their stories?

Well, the bottom line is, 2013 was exceptional. I caught some fish, tried to catch some more and even tried new endeavors that I never thought I would– like shooting a 30.06 rifle and following Andrew on a “cougar” hunt (during separate occasions of course.). Personally, that is not my type of hunting, but it gets you outside and plenty of exercise. I see arguments to both sides of “predator hunting”, but since this is my fishing blog, we will just leave it at that. 🙂

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Back in March, I left my “nine-to-five” job that was leading me to a dead end and decided to take on writing full time– which ended up being more like part-time, as needing to pay bills had to take priority in the captain’s seat while simultaneously trying to follow my heart without starving. (“Following your heart will fill your pocket book”- Said no one, ever.) But, that doesn’t mean I can’t hope that it will eventually. After all, I consider myself an optimistic person. I do not consider myself a great “blogger” as it turns out. I have a hard time writing on a daily basis. It takes me more than a few hours to put together cohesive pieces that have meaning and are fresh or unique. I try to write notes while I am out fishing that I will be able to put into a post later on, but it ends up being a lost thought struggling to make sense when connected with sentences. So, with that said, I appreciate anyone who is still reading this right now, because it shows that I owe some solid writing to those viewers who follow my blog and are willing to read what I have to say. As a resolution for this new year, I will try my hardest to keep up with my blog on a more regular basis, but I can’t make any promises. I can promise that I will try to get out on the water as much as possible, which should bring plenty of writing inspiration.

As I said in my previous post, connections are important in freelance writing. Meeting photographers, other fly-fishers, fellow writers, etc. allow me to discover new material by talking to those who have similar interests, as you end up learning new things and discovering new ones through shared ideas.

Over the past few years, I’ve had the pleasure of becoming good friends with April Vokey. She is a major part of my inspiration to get into fly-fishing in the first place. She is a fantastic writer and -of course- a very highly renowned and notable fly-fisher in the industry. The best thing about knowing April, is how much I have learned from her just as a girl friend. We are able to laugh and joke about things– related to fishing or not– and she has a ton of experience in an area I have just barely dipped my toes into. When we get to spend time together, though, we don’t always talk about fishing– In fact, we rarely talk about fishing. So, when we had the chance to actually fish together for the first time a couple months ago, I was taken aback when I watched her cast and actually saw how she fished in the flesh. She truly is one of the most elegant yet assertive fishers I have ever seen. She makes casting look easy. Yet, she is a total goofball and is just as vulnerable on slippery rocks when wading tough runs as anyone else. She is the real deal. And she just so happens to be a class act and admirable person. I am lucky to know her and truly value our friendship.

Adrienne Comeau and Paula Shearer are two other well-known female fly-fishers whom I have had the opportunity to get to know– both on and off the water, and they too are extraordinary casters and fishers to watch, but more importantly than that, they are fun, free-spirited women who are a blast to hang out with.

The best thing about fishing (and not fishing) with all of these ladies, is that behind the fly rods and waders, we all have a heck of a good time together. We are all very different in personalities and geographic locations even, but when we are able to come together, it’s a hysterical and vibrant reunion. It is a remarkable thing finding other women who love to do what you do, but are also people I could easily be friends with even if we didn’t share the fishing interest. Sharing the obsession for fly-fishing is just the bonus for me.
Adrienne Comeau, Catherine Laflamme, Lisa Schweitzer, Colby, April Vokey and Paula Shearer.
(Photo courtesy of Adrienne Comeau)

This past year was highlighted with activities that deepened these important friendships. From going to “Cast and Blast” in Squamish, B.C. in April with Paula and Adrienne and had the chance to meet a bunch of other awesome people there; to getting to fish on the Thompson river for the first time with April and Paula, were just a couple of those highlights. Both of those trips are ones I will never forget. I can only hope to continue to be able to do them again and again, over and over…

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One of the biggest accomplishments for me last year, was becoming an Event Coordinator for the Wild Steelhead Coalition. It has allowed me to learn more about the beautiful wild fish I fell in love with as soon as I got into fly-fishing, and taught me how we- as capable people- can help save their depleting populations in the future. It also has allowed me to connect with other people in the industry who are important to this cause and have extensive knowledge that I can learn a lot from just by listening to them. If you ever think you can stop learning, you might as well quit, because there is ALWAYS more to learn– Especially when it comes to wild steelhead and the areas they rely on in order to thrive and continue to come back to their spawning grounds for -hopefully- many years to come…

Please join me and the WSC in our continued efforts to do everything possible to save our wild steelhead and the environment they need for their habitat:

More to come as this new year abounds…

Thank you for reading,

~Lisa

"Swing Flies, Be Happy"

Swing Flies Be Happy; Write 2 Fly Fish, W2FF

I wanted to take a quick moment to clarify the motto for W2FF: “Swing Flies, Be Happy”, for anyone who is curious as to where it came from, or think that is the only way I fish or support, etc…

Basically, I came up with the motto initially because I have always liked sayings with “_______, Be Happy”, since I consider myself an optimistic, glass half-full type of person, and because I fell in love with fly-fishing primarily through winter steelheading with my husband. During those times, I would find myself saying “Swing flies, be happy” after countless days of fishing in the rain and wind, without a touch on the end of the line, because I wanted to at least make myself feel like I was staying optimistic, even when it seemed like there was no hope.

The technique I primarily use when fly-fishing for steelhead, is “swinging” flies through a run, versus other common techniques that are out there as an option. I think it is important for me to clarify that the motto doesn’t mean I do not support or am opposed to trying other techniques for steelhead, but that is just the one that I fell in love with and haven’t looked back since hooking my first steelhead from a swung fly approach. I have nymphed for trout, stripped line for searun cutthroat and salmon, and even trolled for salmon and ling cod off of a boat with a gear rod… I see the saying: “Swing Flies, Be Happy” as an overall positive summary of how I like to present most flies to fish. I think eventually, the motto will come off the permanent logo, and then can be interchangeable with “Cast Flies, Be Happy” or “Skate Flies, Be Happy” or any number of catchy phrases, but this is the one that stuck for now.

I hope this helps clear up any confusion or misrepresentation I may have caused when sticking that phrase on the logo without explanation. I respect all ways of fly-fishing and traditional fishing, as long as when releasing a fish, it is done humanely and responsibly. (That could be the small print, one could say.) 🙂

Anyway, thanks again for all the follows, ‘likes’, support and so-forth with this page and my website/blog. I am looking forward to actually doing some more writing once my other responsibilities settle down a bit and allow for more time to let my creative side loose.

Thanks for reading!

Cheers~
-Lisa S.

Today, it hit me…

Winterrun steelhead season on the Olympic Peninsula is almost over! 😦

Lisa Schweitzer Hoh River Fly Fishing Winter Steelhead
A couple years ago. Last run of the day…

The thought made me cry a little. No, not really, but deep down inside, I know that my favorite time of the year is coming to a close and it pains me.

Ultimately, this means two things: 1) I should start getting into fishing for other species and 2) I should get out to the O.P. for summer run steelhead in June. (The latter only emphasizes my addiction making it difficult to pursue the former…) Oh dear.

So, as I sit at my laptop on this Saturday afternoon, wallowing in my lack-of-steelhead sorrow, I can only think of one thing that will help alleviate my impending withdrawal, and that is to work on gear reviews.

I have lines to try out and waders to wear… I have a lot of work to do!

Until next time, fishy folks…  

“Swing Flies, Be Happy”

~L.S.

In the works…

Well, my new venture is really feeling like a reality.

I had this moment yesterday at work when I actually was close to having a panic attack. Not because of my recent decision to pursue a career in writing (which can certainly be daunting), but the fact that my “day job” was truly making me unhappy, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I must clarify, that it isn’t the company or the people who work there that caused this sudden wave of emotions, rather the knowledge that I simply wasn’t meant to be there. I know deep down inside, that I am simply destined for being outside, on the rivers and writing.

Whether my dream of writing for a living were to come true today, a year from now, or– as hesitant as I am to say– never, I just know that what I do in the interim needs to be doing something that I don’t feel like I am failing at. If I’m not able to give my current job 100%, or at least contribute a fair amount of honest effort, there is no point. With a company that has understandably high goals and expectations of its employees, I know I’m not only wasting their time and mine, but it also isn’t fair to either party in the long run.

I need to earn my gray hairs doing something I am passionate about. Stressing out about a deadline for a client, hoping that my computer doesn’t crash in the middle of a project, or trying to make a successful submission for a competitive editorial piece, are just a few examples of the kind of meaningful stress I’m referring to. Not going home and feeling depressed, because there is a void in my life that happens between the hours of “nine-to-five”.

The simple fact is: I love people, and working with them, but I have been covering up my true self and identity for the last two-and-a-half-years, and my panic was unleashed from this realization. “Why am I doing this?”, and more importantly, “What am I not doing?” were questions that flashed like high beams in my face at night driving down a one-way street… My next thought was: “Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway”, the title of a book by Susan Jeffers, which was just the fuel I needed to start the engine to release this dream I have buried away for far too long.

Ultimately, I have taken a leap of faith, and I am scared, excited, anxious, giddy, hopeful and all-together happy that I am paving the way to fulfill my dream. This is what this freelance writing venture is all about. Taking a chance on a dream. An aspiration. A vision. Hope.

What’s next?

I have never been more ready to find out.

~L.S.

Pata-"Gucci"

Patagonia is an amazing brand of outdoor clothing. It is also $$… Maybe $$$…(Hence the nickname stated in the post title– with all do respect to the actual name, and of course, the company as a whole.) Ultimately, no matter the price, it is worth every penny. I was lucky enough to get my first pieces of this fine thread from family and/or friends for Christmas or birthday gifts. So, the obsession began…

I think what I love most about Patagonia gear, is that it is designed for a purpose of some kind– aimed to please a fly-fisher, rock-climber, skier, etc. So, whatever you buy, you will be warm, dry and/or comfy. It also is a company that is dedicated to conservation and gives back to support helping save our planet. http://www.patagonia.com/us/environmentalism

I do find it amusing that when worn off the water or mountain, Patagonia can also suit the taste of an upper-class soccer mom’s every day “NW casual” closet as well. One day, you could be on an Olympic Peninsula river and see the Down Sweater jacket with dirty-stained sleeves rolled up on a guy who just finished landing a native steelhead, and the next day, you see it on a Jennifer Aniston look-a-like “bleep-bleeping” her Range Rover to prevent anyone from stealing it in the University Village parking lot outside of Pottery Barn. I find this to be quite an interesting juxtaposition of a single brand. Hence, the coined name: “Pata-Gucci”. Of course, there are plenty of people who find themselves Patagonia-clad who are not fishermen or wealthy house-wives, so that was just a single observation I happened to come across and felt the need to share.

When reflecting back to the image on the river, I feel this is where my love for this clothing sprouted. I relate to the “dirty sleeves rolled up” and to the fishing. Before I started fishing, I would see photos of people fighting big fish wearing the “Patagonia” label, and I thought to myself, “That must be good fishing clothing”. So, after receiving the Nano-Puff for Christmas a couple years ago and trying it out on the river for myself, I just found myself glued. Sure, my waders are Simms G3‘s and my jacket is a Cloudveil model that they don’t make anymore, but ultimately, you have to mix it up a little and I find that whatever works, works. Patagonia works best for me, thus far, for under-layers, sweaters and jackets. Thanks to a fellow fly-fisher who offered a generous coupon that allowed me to get some new gear without breaking the bank, I was able to get a couple more awesome pieces of outerwear to try. The good thing is, if it doesn’t end up working out on the river, it most likely will suit me just fine on days spent off of it.

~Lisa

In front of the Yellow Cedar Lodge in Terrace, B.C.