Lees Ferry Report
Labor Day, 2012
Lees Ferry was on fire today! I didn’t even fish above 3.5 miles above the dock. Steady 8000 CFS and wading all over 3 mile was great with dry/ tungsten beaded dropper on the Sage 4 weight. Spin fished on the drift from 3.5 mile to 2.5 west bank with 3″ salt-free Yamamoto green pumpkin grub on a 1/8 jig head. The rainbows chomped it just like they a week ago when we were filming with Jarrett Edwards and Roland Martin. Quality fish were eating the grub too. I landed at least 10 fish 14-16 inches in that 1 mile of drift. The light was just right and I saw most of the fish eat the grub. I parked the boat at 2.5 mile and saw a ton of fish in a foot or less and they were rising to midges. Time for the Sage 1 weight SPL . After trying several midge dries, I found they would take a Griffth’s Gnat on 7X. All of these fish were 10″ or smaller. I could see bigger fish but they were too wise for the gnat. I then switched to the trusty dry/ dropper rig and that was the ticket. I tried several of my custom versions of Zebra Midges in size 18. Fish were eating the dropper on nearly every drift. All of these fish were on the 1 weight and were great fighters. Most were 10-13 inches but I wanted some bigger fish. I rigged up a 6 weight Sage rod with a 5 foot sink tip and a black bugger. I stuck a chubby 15 incher on the first swing and proceeded to get bit at least every 3 casts. I worked the bar from top to bottom and landed at least 15 fish on the bugger. Most were bigger than the 1 weight fish. 3 were 15-16 inches. I switched back to the 4 weight, this time with a tungsten beaded brown San Juan Worm as the dropper. The bigger fish really liked the worm and I finished the day with several fish 14-16 inches. The last fish of the day was the prettiest by far. I saw him holding in a small depression just below a rock in the lower part of the flat. I could see the red side and gill plates and he was obviously bigger than the 2 other fish holding in the same depression. After about 10 casts and landing one of the other neighboring fish, I saw him turn and the dry fly took a dive indicating he had the worm. After a few minutes of good battle, I slid him up up on a flat boulder just under water and took his portrait. I can’t tell if he was smiling, but I sure was.