Most people will never understand why I get up before dawn, in the rain, snow, or summer heat, to stand at water's edge. Whenever I am asked why I do it, my response is..."for the rise."

Annual Idaho Fall Trip

Posted in Idaho on October 31st, 2011 by kyle

Its 8:30 PM here in Arizona.  I’ve been home for five hours and just now have enough feeling in my hands to be able to write a few words.  Myself and two dear friends spent the last three days fishing some of the best trout water in the world.  The weather was cold but worth enduring for some spectacular fishing.  After a short plane ride on Thursday I hooked up with Brandon and Everet in Idaho Falls.  We cruised over to Jimmy’s for a few supplies then ate what I consider the best burgers on the planet at Snake Bite Grill.  Great start to what would be an epic weekend in Southeast Idaho.

Our first target was the Henrys Fork.  Everet struck first with a fat rainbow that pulled hard in the fast current.
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We got a bunch of white fish and a few smaller bows after that.  We headed up river and pulled over to view some rather large trout in a no fishing zone.
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Oh well, further up the road we stopped an hiked down to Upper Mesa Falls.  Its an impressive sight and I couldnt resist the urge to throw a line just up stream.  The picture turned out pretty neat.
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Day two we headed North to Henry’s.  Stopping in Ashton for flies we ran into the man, the myth and the legend, none other than Bill Schiess.  He gave Everet a hard time about fishing and told us some great tales of Denny Rickards from this year.  Henry’s definitely has its own culture and Mr. Schiess is as much a part of is as anyone.  Having just come from the Lake he pointed us to some key flies he ties.  Please excuse the cell phone picture.
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Some days it clicks there, some days it does not.  From the time we arrived we had a steady North-West wind at about 25 miles per hour that made for tough fishing.  We still managed a few on the flies Bill recommended.  Always nice to say hello to the fish at Henrys.
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Having worked up quite the appetite we cruised up to West Yellowstone and sat down for two large pies at Wild West then hit some fly shops.
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Back to Rexburg to tie flies that were lost and rest for another day on the water. As we passed Island Park the sky exploded with color and we pulled over to catch the shot over the Henrys Fork.
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The next morning we headed out with high expectations for somewhere Everet has been doing very well.  This place did not disappoint. We walked the most productive bank and launched casts out to the drop off.  After some time the indicators would tank and on some of the hook sets the water would absolutely explode.  The fish that came to hand were almost unbelievable.
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Thanks to two great friends for a most memorable weekend.  Everet is a great host and an even better fly fishing mentor.  Cant thank him enough for all the stuff he’s taught me.  We are already planning our next big trip… we are thinking something involving salt water.

Adventures North

Posted in Idaho on May 17th, 2011 by kyle

I’m sitting here on my friends computer on a total fishing high. If you have never experience one, it feels like a sun/wind burned face, sore legs from wading rivers and kicking against wind on a stillwater, burning eyes from lack of sleep, and a permanent smile with memories that have just been made replaying in your head. The last three days have been incredible. I flew up from Gilbert on Friday morning. When I landed in Idaho Falls my friend Everet and other friend Brandon were waiting with the car loaded. We were ready to fish.

We headed to a backwater of the Snake River in search of 20-30lb Carp that would be willing to take streamers put right in front of their giant heads. When we got there the carp were in the shallow water and looked like slow cruising tanks over the light colored sandy bottom. With some practice, Brandon and I got proficient casting the seven weight rods and large streamers into the never ending wind of the area. Everet guided us to some brutes, Brandon struck first with a 20lb freight train that went deep into his backing as the drag sang.

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The fish swam off strongly and we were back at it for more.

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From there it was fish after fish for the next two hours… our arms were burning but there were more fish to catch.

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Day two found us 150 miles to the North at Clark Canyon. It was the first trip for any of us to this stillwater but with some help from friends before the trip we found a good area. Its a beautiful lake and the fish cooperated. Loaded for battle.

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By noon the wind was too much at Clark so we got a wild idea and drove 60+ miles on dirt roads over the mountains to Island Park. From there we went North, passing Henry’s and ended up on the Madison. Lots of snow and ice still at Henry’s

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The Madison between the lakes is one of the most scenic rivers i’ve ever fished. It was also loaded with guys when we arrived so the three of us made the treacherous wade across the high river to the far bank away from the crowds. This proved to be worth it as we landed lots of Bows in front of skunked and not so happy anglers on the other side of the river. Hot flies where big rubberlegs and Higas SOS.

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What an amazing tailwater. Bows were all strong and had beautiful colors.

Day three we headed the opposite direction and fished Chesterfield in the morning. Wind was our nemesis this trip. It blew about 50 mph all day at Chesterfield. We lasted about three hours and managed a few fish. Flies being moved by some surface chop is usually a good think while indicator fishing, however when there are three foot rollers it has the opposite effect. Not fun but the fish we did catch were healthy and seem to have wintered very well.

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That capped off a great few days of fishing with some of my best friends. A huge thanks to Everet who drove us around and guided us while sacrificing his own fishing most of the trip. I’m sure he would have put us to shame if we would have been throwing rods more instead of helping us out. Cant wait for the next adventure.

Henry’s, why you go

Posted in Idaho on November 7th, 2010 by kyle

Every now and then a day of fishing comes along that is so incredible you have to pinch yourself to make sure you are really there. Friday November 5th was one of those days. Last week I got a call from Dan Kennedy, he wanted me to come take a look at the deer he killed this year. The antlers were more than impressive on this monster Mule deer.
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After chatting for a bit we talked about how we should get together and fish soon. We tentatively planned a trip to Henrys pending whether or not Everet could attend. After a few phone calls we got things nailed down for the trip. An extreme high pressure, covering the entire Western United States, almost canceled the trip. We decided to risk maybe having a dead calm day where the trout just lay on the bottom and watch the flies go by. Sure glad we did.

We arrived at Henry’s before the first hints of light were even showing over the mountains to the East. We inflated the boats and kicked out into the cold misty lake. Everyone caught at least one fish with a few standouts coming to net including an 18 inch Brook Trout caught by Dan.
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We decided to move and loaded up the car with the boats to move to a new area. I think I need a truck??
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For the newt few hours we sight fished some small bays. Everet made a great cast and put a scud right in front of this 20 inch Brook Trout.
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I caught a few on a flashy golden damsel pattern.
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And Dan got a few nice ones i’ll post more pics when he gets them to me.

Things slowed down and we feared it would be a slow afternoon. We drove to a local gas station, fueled up, and looked at some pics of some really big fish in the mini fly shop they had there. We decided to try the state boat ramp but changed our minds when we got there and there were 5000 people in drift boats and on the bank. The day was starting to drag so we decided to head back to the small bays from the morning to see if we could finish the day with some fish. The wind had started to blow a bit but we thought it wouldnt be enough to make any big difference.

On the way back to the bays we were passing some wooded shoreline and Everet said, “Stop right here, I think it may be perfect!”. We pulled off and walked down to the water, Everets eyes lit up and he goes, “This is what we have been waiting for!” The next few hours were spent wading and throwing streamers at the bank. Many larger than average Cutthroats came to hand.
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Then it happened. Everet started yelling from about 100 yards away. We hurried over to find him mid battle with a fish he said had smoked him on the first run!
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He was excited but calm as he stood there in a draw with what he called a “good fish”. Another five minutes passed that felt like hours. The fish was close but none of us had seen it in the murky water. One last pull and the head came up, I quickly scooped up what is the biggest trout I have ever seen. This Cutthroat/Rainbow Trout Hybrid was massive, about half of its body fit in the small net we had with us. I bear hugged the net and the fish and got to shallow water. We were all freaking out as I handed the net to Everet. What a fish!
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Everet decided to let this trophy go, surely a hard choice but I’m proud of him for doing it. The fish swam off strongly, hopefully to be caught again.
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Henry’s Lake is amazing. What a privilege to be able to share such a special day with good friends. The big fish are there, when conditions are right there is a good chance of catching one of these incredible fish. Ive said it before but this is one of the top five stillwater fisheries in the United States. Days like Friday are the reason you go.

Happiness is a Bent Rod!

Posted in Idaho on October 19th, 2010 by kyle

Haha Truer words were never spoken. Let me preface this by saying that Family, the Gospel, and important life decisions bring true happines but this is my fishing blog! Fishing is a great stress release, a way to recharge batteries. But fishers are a rare breed of humans. People ask me about it all the time saying things like, “Why do you get up so early to catch a slimy fish”, or “How much money do you have tied up in fishing rods”, or “Why would you drive so far to do a hobby”.

Yesterday answered all these questions in one 12 hour day of fishing with a close friend. Idahos Henrys Lake is a phenominal fishery, probablly top five in the Country. So full of life and so beautiful. I was lucky enough to have the best “guide” in Idaho to help out with my less-than-stellar rookie casting, fly choice, and sometimes poor attitude. I’m learning though and have great friends to teach me.

We fished one of the little bays early and caught a few fish. Everets casting is incredible and he was launching leeches like 70 feet with ease.
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The morning bite was a little slow but we managed about 15 in the first few hours. Everet tagged a good one. The Yellowstones in Henrys have the best dark color with rosey cheeks and dark slashes.
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I love the West, I have been able to watch countless sunrises over my young lifetime. Yesterday I had to sit for a minute and take it all in. The five weight got a break in the warm morning light. As many of you know, I am moving to Arizona in a few months so I am enjoying the fishing up here while I can.
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We spent early afternoon, until about 2:30 pm, hitting other spots around the lake. My car got lots of funny looks with two pontoons strapped to the top. We caught a few around the lake.
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Then the wind came up which we were hoping for all day. The perfect chironomid chop!
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The fish thought so too!
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Though fishing is hard to explain to those that dont fish, its truly something special. Fresh air, beautiful surrounding, making good friendships, oh yeah and the fish are nice too. ;D The truth is that its about the whole experience and when one experiences that, its not just the fish that get hooked. It makes 10 hours of driving, 12 non stop hours of fishing, $1,500 of equipment and no sleep all so worth it.