These
last few weeks have been a little hectic. Between weekly camping/fishing trips,
work, and home-life there seems to be little time for much else – including
blogging or fly tying: I actually had to buy
some flies to get me through the next trip. I will try to get things caught up
here and hopefully I can get back into the groove over the coming weeks.
Two
weekends ago I spent some time west of Rocky – this was more of an exploratory
trip to assess the damage and road conditions. Most rivers (including the
North Ram) were in reasonable shape; some channels have shifted significantly,
but what struck me the most was the number of bugs – or lack thereof. A quick
look in the water and under a few rocks revealed what I already suspected. Most
of the species one would expect to find were still there, just in much reduced
numbers. The usual hatches were also there, and the fish were
rising, but again the number of adults coming off the water were sparse.
Luckily nature is resilient – insect populations will recover – but it will
take a few years before populations approach “normal”.
A lone Megarcys signata Stonefly (adult male) drumming on a log in hopes of attracting one of the few females flitting about |
Smaller
tributary streams fared much better – But since these refugia can play an
important role in the recovery of both aquatic insect and fish populations it
is important that they are not over-stressed.
Stream
and river conditions are fluctuating daily; with spotty showers, what you see
on any given day on one stream may not necessarily translate to the next. On
our way home that Sunday evening a massive thunderstorm dumped enough rain and
hail to spike flows overnight.
A mid-July hail storm just west of Rocky Mountain House - creating a winter-like scene |
Last
weekend found me hiking into a few new lakes out west for some Pike on
the fly action. I mostly worked surface poppers over the drop-offs and around
weed edges – lots of casting, and some beautiful surroundings, but admittedly the
fish got the better of me.
Hiking across a fen to a promising looking pond |
Casting poppers on an idyllic morning |
Success!? |
Some of the "Gators" were lurking in surprisingly shallow water |
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