Fishing Articles
Invisible
This particular recon trip afforded me the opportunity
to “Probe” and become “Invisible” in a single
day, which equated to the only hooked fishes on the entire river.
Timothy Kusherets
When rivers run low it’s nearly impossible to find fish before they
see anglers plodding along the river banks or drifting downriver. However,
there is a trick that can be used by those fishermen willing to wade on
their knees to convince fish that they’re invisible.
“Dude,
how are we going to get to the fish without spooking the heck out of them?”
“No big deal really, I’m going to crawl out there on my knees
and hide behind the log.”
“Do you think it’s worth
it? I mean, it’s a long way out to the log just to find out they’re
a bunch of beater fish don’t you think?”
“That’s the name of the game baby…if you want the adventure
you have to embrace it the moment it presents itself. It wouldn’t
be an adventure if you know in advance the outcome now would it?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Just snap off photographs
now and again. If I hook into fish right away snap’em off like crazy.
Okay?”
“Gotcha.”
I really didn’t know what was going to happen. Kyle, my photographer,
and I decided to recon some rivers that had been running low. I wanted
to take some pictures of rivers that had runs of steelhead and salmon
during the summer and fall seasons. Knowing what the rivers looked like
when they were low would give us an advantage of finding holds easier
during the fall and winter conditions when river visibility would be non-existent;
but, on this trip that was not the case. Kyle and I had pulled off onto
a dirt road which had meandered down to some honey-holes that only he
and I knew about. On some stretches of the river you could see for about
half a mile even as it skewed back and forth off in the distance.
Walking along the right bank we stopped to take a look through the binoculars
for water disturbances. Since the river was low and clear it occurred
to me that if any fish were about they would leave some kind of surface
sign for us to see. It wasn’t long before I heard Kyle yelling about
some fish he had seen splashing downriver on the left bank about a quarter
of a mile from where we were. Staying as far back from where he had seen
the splashing I began to formulate a plan on how to get to the fish without
being seen.
“Why do you have to start way over hear? Don’t
you want to get a little closer?”
“I would but look how clear the water is. If we can see the fish
movement from way over hear don’t you think they’ll be able
to do the same thing? By staying close to the surface this far back they’ll
never see me coming. Even if they somehow got a glimpse of me the clothing
and waders match the environment. I swear, it feels like I’m putting
on a magic show for fish. Look at the log. If it weren’t there I
would fish from way back hear, but that sucker’s going to give me
some great cover; I’m going to be invisible to those fish. My brown
rod looks just like one of the branches. It might take a little while
to get out there but it could be worth it.”
“How many
leaders did you bring? This is a recon right? I mean, how much stuff did
you actually bring?”
“I’d love to tell you that
I planned all this right down to the fish holding in the tailout but I
didn’t. Most of the stuff I brought today was for taking pictures.
Kyle, I’ve got three leaders made and that’s all.”
“Yeah, but you brought other stuff to make some more right?”
“No. What I’ve got is what I’ve got.”
The look on his face was something. His eyes were huge and I could see
he wanted to say something incredulous, but he didn’t, he just continued
to stare after me as I started wading out on my knees to the log. The
entire distance from the side of the bank to the hold was about seventy-yards
and it took about ten-minutes to get out there and setup. I was far enough
away from Kyle that neither one of us could hear each other so it felt
like I was alone with the fish. After tying up the first leader I peered
over the log and through the branches. I could see movement in the tail-out.
At first there were little dimple ringlets at the surface, the kind you
would expect small trout to make when all hell broke loose. Battling Chinook
were fighting for the best positions in the low water near the riffles.
Fish were everywhere. As I looked upstream I could see that the pool in
front of the tail-out was loaded with a huge school of salmon. That section
of the river was choking with fish and I was the only one there to see
it. Eventually the salmon calmed down leaving me to focus on the first
cast.
In an attempt to be extremely careful I flipped my line over the log and
focused on watching the tip of the rod to show me where the mainline was
in the drift. The line was moving through the drift and nearing the end
when it stopped briefly. I set the hook and held on! I couldn’t
believe I had hooked one on the first cast. It was too good to be true,
and it really was. I waited for the eventually tugging of the line but
it never happened. Painfully long seconds went by when I dared to peer
over the log to see what was happening. Nothing, nothing was happening
which of course was not part of the game plan. I was snagged! Three leaders!
I only had three leaders and I was about to break-off one of them bringing
me down to two.
It took me a few minutes to break-off and retie, and the prospect of losing
another one began to make me sweat. “All those fish and two leaders
left; how ironic could things get?”
The next time I cast out I made sure to watch over the log enough that
I could watch the line a little better as it made its way through the
drift. The snag where I had lost the last setup was near the tail-out
so I made sure to cast just a little further to help me avoid it, and
it worked. The mainline had just made it past the snag when it slowed
down without actually stopping. I set the hook and waited and I didn’t
have to wait long. The salmon stuck its head out of the water and shook
violently. It went aerial performing acrobatics that kept it out of the
water as it tail-walked downriver. Staying as low as I could I made my
way downriver and away from the log. Once I was sure that the other fish
wouldn’t get spooked by seeing me stand I was able to fight the
Chinook on equal ground. I raced for the right bank in the hopes that
it would stay away from the whitewater riffles. I could see that it was
about to swim over some fast water when I flipped the bail and ran downstream
below it. The belly forming in the line teased it back upstream which
allowed me to get below it where I reeled in the line. The new tension
made the brute fight even more, but this time it was above me and I was
able to control most of its movements. Eventually it came in and where
I laded it and posed with it just long enough for Kyle to snap off one
last photo before putting the beautiful hen back.
“That was
spectacular! I heard about this kind of stuff on T.V. but I never thought
I’d actually get to see it in real life! Dude! We got pictures to
prove it too! I can’t believe what I just saw! You only had three
leaders and you still got one! Are you going to do it again?”
“Yeah, I thought I would and then I thought I give you the last
leader and see what you can do. You know, just because this is the first
time you ever saw this kind of scenario doesn’t mean that it’s
the first time for me?”
“I know, I know, I’ve seen your pictures before but it’s
another thing entirely to see it in real life! So you’re telling
me you do this all the time? I can’t believe it, it’s true,
it really is like magic for salmon and steelhead; at least as far as being
invisible.”
“No. It doesn’t happen all the time
but the ability to do it all the time is there. It’s a quick rule
of thumb to remember; when the water is low and clear you have to get
low to get fish or they’ll see you. Is that clear?”
“Ha,
ha, ha funny guy. Low and clear I get it.”
This particular recon trip afforded me the opportunity to “Probe”
and become “Invisible” in a single day, which equated to the
only hooked fishes on the entire river; one or the other is easy enough
to do, but both can be difficult especially when waters run crystal clear
like this. Taking the proper precautions of approaching holds can put
fish on the hook when no other angler can. It would not be rational to
expect to ever hook fish on a recon trip routinely, but it's best to take
along minimal fishing gear just in case. If you’ve done the homework
properly it is possible to hook into fish just not probable; but the recon
alone is worth all the effort. While I’m not condoning the idea
to take a horde of gear I can say that there have been a number of times
where I met fish with little to no gear when there were tens of thousands
of fish and I was the only angler. Each of those situations required a
different approach to the water with varying techniques that did include
probing to find the best fishable water, but it can be done. Remember,
recon trips are for scouting out places to fish on “future”
trips and if you run into fish when historically they would not be there
yet then you've really hit into some good luck.
© Timothy Kusherets, 2006/09 |
