Winter Fishing

Keeping watch

Weather finally softened this week and we headed to the river to fish. Fishing doesn’t stop in winter it just takes a different form.

The Crooked River is a ‘tailwater”  .  .  .  that is, its flow is regulated by a dam. On a tailwater, levels can fluctuate dramatically, sometimes in a matter of hours.

This inconsistent flow is offset by more constant water temperatures. The mix is good for the aquatic insects, fish food, that cling to the rocky stream bottom.

In winter months a fish feeds mostly on small aquatic invertebrates, most of them less than a quarter inch long. For that reason one employs a different method casting to winter waters.

The Canyon walls can close off the sun by early afternoon. But on days where the wind is light a few hours of midday sun will temper the air over icy river water.

Tying winter fly patterns is simple but not easy because the materials are wrapped on very small hooks. To get these bits of thread, fur and wire down to the fish a tungsten bead adds some weight sitting just behind the hook’s eye.

Adornments of silver wire ribbed over purple, red or green thread and topped with a collar of dyed rabbit fur  .  .  .  midge patterns  .  .  .  .  are the choice for this day.

Casting to winter’s fates

But nothing I attached to the end of my line enticed any takes. Getting on the river and taking in it’s sun glazed surface was reward enough. There will be other days to ply the river with my handspun offerings and pretty soon winter will pass.

Winter’s Chill

A fringe of ice suggests how cold it’s been

Winter continues to tempt us with sunny days, then thwart our activities with bitter cold.

For most of the week temperatures hovered in the mid-thirties and mornings started in the teens. Too cold for these old bones.

Scouting fishable water

Towards the end of the week we made a trip to the Crooked River. It had warmed up into the forties, and driven by a case of cabin fever we were ready to get outside.

Cirrus clouds streaked the sky, but some sun managed to shine through. Bowman Dam had been gushing water downstream to near spring levels.

Likely an attempt to prepare for a spring run off from above average snow levels in the mountains.

However, today it was back down to winter levels and the lack of wind made mirror surfaces of the still water.

There was an abundance of bird activity. A rather large flock of Robins darted from willow thicket to stream side  .  .  .  only slightly alarmed by our presence.

At one stop we watched a Heron perch on a bolder and survey the stream  .  .  .  marveling at the graceful curves of his plumage.

Great Blue Heron on river’s edge

Then he flew by us and headed downriver, perhaps looking for a better roost.

Rock sentinel at the canyon’s entrance

At the reservoir a Bald Eagle flew in a spiral over the water, then plucked a rather large fish from the surface.

It happened so quickly and we were so mesmerized by the aerobatics, that cameras didn’t come out until it was over.

River rock under ice

A final un-documented, bird sighting happened as we turned into our driveway.

A low flying Raven passed just over the hood of our car with a Chinese takeout box in his beak. Not a clue where it came from, but a fitting close to a peaceful day.

And, it’s December . . .

 

Hope you all had a relaxing holiday break and enjoyed whatever variety of feast you sat down to.

We headed to the river and supped on cheese, slices of smoked meat, and chunks of bread.

November ended on a cold note.

Our week started snowy, shifted into a warming trend  .  .  .  just enough to create a layer of ice. And then came the freeze.

By week’s end it got clear and cold, really cold .  .  .  like 15 degrees.

Deceivingly cold day on the Crooked River

Roads were clear, so we headed up to the Crooked for holiday break. Turned out to be a bit too cold to stand in the river for any length of time.

But the day was blue-sky gorgeous. Brewed up a cup of cocoa and enjoyed watching flocks of birds swoop from stream to tree.

Winter fishing on the Crooked River

We’ll move through December avoiding the ‘buy now’ push, bake some cookies and enjoy our fireplace.

Cold weather makdes tying knots a bit more difficult

Winter fishing has a different pace as well.

Leading the way

Can’t let the corporate pitchman’s babble take up any more space in our day  .  .  .  get outdoors and breathe in fresh air is now our winter mantra.

Refocused

READY . . . SET . . . GO!

It doesn’t matter what you call it .  .  .  there are times when it’s important to refocus energy.

This was one of those weeks, and time on a stream is our preferred method.

Looking for a place to start

It was a perfect fall day.

Sun generated enough heat to counter the chill, as long as you were layered up. The Crooked was fishing well, and wildlife was prolific.

Media, mainstream and social, has gotten in the way. The constant barrage of sales and holiday propaganda came to an end  .  .  .  severed and throttled, those sources of noise were quieted.

This blog is where we can be found.

This river is magical

It’s a calm niche, carved out of the madness that is swirling about us.

Don’t expect us to click ‘like buttons’ on popular social media sites. If you need to talk, you know how to find us  .  .  .

.  .  .  right here or on the river.

Find a spot of your own and refocus  .  .  .  the world is going to get messy.

Another Trip to the River

Reflecting on the Crooked River

Rain, marking a transition between fall and winter, started up this week. But it didn’t stick around long.

We headed up to the Crooked River to take advantage of a perfect fall day. Morning starts with a dusting of frost and fog obscures the view. We just add an extra layer of flannel under the vest and venture out.

A perfect fall day

By midday the frost is gone and the fog has burnt off. October skies are typically clear and the sun feels warm,  even if there is a bit of chill to the wind.

Keeping Watch

This time of year migration is in full swing, which boosts the variety of bird sightings. JQ’s camera is kept busy with the renewed activity.

Falco sparverius, the American Kestrel

The Kestrel has come back along the river and is hanging near their old nesting site. Hours pass watching the comings and goings of all the different critters.

Another seasonal shift on the river is water levels. As irrigation needs subside, the reservoir restricts flow to start the process of resupply.

These lower flows are matched with  temperature shifts, which in turn trigger bug hatches. This is good for the fish and the fisher.

A finch in hiding

All too soon shorter days will bring cold days and hard frosts. Snow is not far behind which will cause a shift to our travels.

But for the present we’ll add warm shirts to the packing and shift from iced to warm drinks. There is still plenty of sunny fall days to enjoy.