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Record Snowfall Impacts Nunya Float 2017

July 18-19, 2017

 

I relish all my travels to some of the greatest fishing destinations on the planet but what I love the most is my annual 35 mile two day float on the Nunya on hot summer days with Granny.  The Yeti is full of delicious food and cold beer.  The wildlife is abundant and the sight of another drift boat is a rarity.

 

There’s a reason for few other anglers.  The Nunya has less than a quarter the fish count per mile as any nearby rivers.  Boat ramps are ridiculously far apart – in general 12 hour floats are mandatory.  Shuttle arrangements are hell.  Furthermore, the mosquitos and horseflies rival some of the worst bug problems I’ve seen in Sweden.  But for us, solitude is worth fewer fish, logistical hassles and a few years off our life from Deet.

 

July 18

 

We drove four hours northward Monday night after Granny got off work.  We made it to the Nunya host town in time for a burger and beer before climbing in the back of the Explorer for short nights rest.  At about 5 AM the first bird chirped and I began the process of loading down our funny blue boat for the 48 hour tour.

 

We pushed off at 7:30 AM sharp.  The Nunya is running high.  The beautiful river was two feet over its banks and rushing the most I can recall on this annual float.  Back rowing required some grit in order to keep the boat at a slow enough pace for Granny to fish the banks effectively.  Water clarity wasn’t horrible but not great at approximately three feet.

 

Granny likes to fish two Chernobyl Ants on a float trip whether it’s on the Nunya, South Fork or the Snake.  It doesn’t matter to her that the conditions may stink.  I thought with the fast flow and only fair clarity that her dries might not prevail.  We drifted through a few spots that I know hold fish and nothing flinched.  But then to my delight, she hooked up.

 

Granny yanked a nice 16” brown trout.  She doesn’t dead drift her big flies.  We saw a golden stone fly by so she made her Chernobyl look like one.  She twitched it and dragged it more like teasing a bass than a trout.  It’s a deadly technique and despite tough conditions we were on the board.

 

Granny nailed a few fish on the big dry while I dug hard on the oars.  Again, we passed a few good lies and troughs though where we normally raise a fish but couldn’t.  But in general dry fly fishing was good.  I took over the rod for a few turns and landed a nice brown and one of the most colorful cutthroats I’ve seen in a while.

 

There’s no sign of things drying out on the Nunya.  Over the last few years by mid-July the river has been low and the grass already brown.  This year the grasses, willows and cottonwood trees are so green and healthy looking it’s fantastic.  The air smells fresh and invigorating.  And no doubt the river residents are happy.  The grass was so tall here that this lazy mule deer didn’t run off.  She didn’t think we saw her.

 

By late morning our fishing slowed.  The sun was scorching hot and we had hardly an ounce of wind.  It was time to break out a streamer rod.  My rig of choice hasn’t changed in ten years.  I pulled my 6-weight Boron III X with the Scientific Anglers Stillwater Line.  This is an intermediate sink WF6I.  Most think this is only a lake line but in my opinion it is “THE” line for fishing streamers from the boat.  If you need to get deep just lengthen your leader (my leader is straight OX flouro) and let it sink.  When you don’t need to get deep shorten it and strip the second the fly hits the water.

 

Granny used to complain when I asked her to chuck streamers.  These days she loves it.  I put my standard size 4 Olive Kiwi Muddler on the point (bottom fly) and five feet up the dropper fly was a Kreelex.  When water clarity is off, the big point fly with the shiny dropper striped through the water together attract attention.  Let’s just say it worked and Granny put a few more fish in the boat.

 

If you ever get a chance to catch my PowerPoint Show “Streamer Tricks for More and Larger Trout”, I promise you will take your streamer fishing to the next level!

 

Eventually we couldn’t buy a fish on any method.  There wasn’t an insect on the water and it must have been 90°.  It’s been ten years since we saw it this hot on the Nunya River.  So instead of fishing, I pulled in the oars and we drifted down the river and drank ice cold beer.  It was quiet and enjoyable.  It doesn’t matter if the fishing is lousy when you and your wife have an entire river to yourself.

 

Before we knew it was 5 PM and we were further along into our two day float than we wanted to be.  That goes to show you how high and fast our rivers still are.  We had an answer to our problem.  Pull over and set up camp early.  We found a shady spot under some cottonwoods with a beach and flat area to build a kitchen for the evening.  Once we got the tent set Granny went to work in that kitchen.

 

What Granny can make in her camp kitchens will never cease to amaze me.  She kept it simple this weekend but it was one of my all-time favorites.  We had fillets, mashed potatoes and grilled zucchini.  And of course a few more beers with dinner then a bottle of wine after.

 

We enjoyed the sound of birds (including a few great horned owls) and coyotes.  Then at dark it got quiet.  That’s when I broke out my XM radio and listened to the Cubs game.  I’m not much into the modern things we have access to but to listen to radio baseball like old times while in the backcountry on a hot summer night is just as enjoyable as releasing that permit a week ago!

 

July 19

 

When we went to bed last night there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  We could see westward for 200 miles.  But we’ve learned – when camping in the backcountry anywhere in the Yellowstone Country, pack up everything tight and put the rainfly on the tent.  Thank goodness we did because after midnight and right up until we got up it drizzled on and off all night.  All made for a no less than spectacular dawn.

 

We had everything packed and in the boat by 5:45 AM then it took me about 8 minutes to boil water for my French press.  While streamer fishing would probably been off the hook excellent when we pushed off at 5:55 AM (a record for us on this trip), once again, I tucked the oars under my knees and we drifted downstream silently.  We easily saw 10 mule deer, 2 pronghorn antelope and several moose.  A lot of great stuff goes on before sunrise.

 

When the coffee was gone Granny pulled out the streamer rod and went to work.  As expected the cool morning had the brown trout in feeding mode.  They weren’t against the deep banks but rather the shallow tailouts going into each pool.  Granny had to cast long and strip fast but she put on a clinic landing about six between 14” and 17”.  By 9 AM we’d already had an incredible day.

 

By 10 AM the clouds burnt off and the summer sun and temperatures were back.  They were welcome to us by now.  We peeled off our layers and got comfortable – comfortable for a Cubs game that started at 10:10 AM.  I set my XM radio up in the back seat and once again, we didn’t exactly fish hard.  We kicked back and drifted downstream and took in the amazing scenery.  The Cubs won their sixth straight only pushing this day further into one of the tops of 2017!

 

 

We caught more fish.  We grilled hot dogs on the bank.  We had a few more cold ones as we drifted.  I knew the water conditions and purposely added ten more miles to this year’s Nunya float and I’m glad I did.  We passed our usual take out at noon.  That would’ve been too early to quit.

 

We had one more fish worth mentioning.  It wasn’t so much the fish as it was landing him.  Granny casts like a machine with streamers and her palm often gradually loosens the reel from the rod.  Usually she stays on top of it and tightens it back up on occasion.  Today she forgot and when she hooked this nice brown trout my Bauer Reel went over the side into the drink.

 

She gave me that “now what” puzzled look with panic in the eyes.  I’ve seen it before so many times especially in saltwater.  This was easy.  I grabbed the line and pulled the reel back in then added some slack and set it in the bottom of the boat and told her not to let the trout take anymore line than was available and strip him in.  This is a time when straight 0X is a dream.  She landed this pretty fish with ease and some day when she has an issue while fighting a real fish – she just might be victorious.

 

At 4 PM we reached the end.  By the time we pack up the boat and got in the Explorer for long drive south for home it hits us – the trip went by too quick. So. . . . We’ll do it again before winter comes.  My schedule is insane ahead so the awesome float may need to wait until late September.  But that will be fine!

 

I have yet another surprise ahead.  On Saturday I head for 24 hours of daylight.  I’ll be on a wild one to Inukshuk Lodge on Ungava Bay.  This will be a hunt for giant char.  Stay tuned. . . .

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

An Evening Hatch Galore

There’s no sense in wasting time in this life.  Especially summer time in Idaho.  I got home from the Bahamas at 1 AM this morning and took a four hour nap.  Granny and I had coffee on the back porch a little before 6 AM then I unpacked and cleaned the salt off some things.  Then I sorted through my fishing notes from the trip and worked on the blog.  Next thing I knew it was 4 PM and time to take Granny fishing.

 

My girl is a sport to put up with my lifestyle.  I’m hardly home the last few years.  But when I am we make the best of it and tonight we enjoyed an absolute spectacle of a PMD hatch and spinner fall.

 

 

 

This is a technical dry fly location and is best fished in waders.  But the water is still so high it’s hard to wade.  Though a challenging launch, we took the boat.  From 5 to 7 PM things looked grim for fishing.  The hatch hadn’t started.  We kicked back with some snacks and a few ice cold beers.  The sun was scorching hot but we relished every second.

 

 

 

 

At 7:05 I reached for another beer only to see a wall of insects coming down the river.  It was a PMD hatch of mass proportions.  There were duns, cripples and spinners.  No less than fifty per square foot of the rivers surface.  And the trout started rising. Everywhere!

 

These fish are not easy.  They move around and they’re selective and tippet shy.  My favorite approach is to cast down and across.  To be exact, I cast downstream at an angle and past their feeding lane.  To get my fly in their feeding lane I gently lift my rod tip and drag my dry fly into the feeding trout’s lane.  Once in the lane I drop the rod tip which adds slack and my fly floats down to the fish.  Any curlicue leader is straight now and my fly goes to the fish before the tippet anyhow.  It’s a great trick for big smart spooky cutthroats and rainbows.

 

Granny was rusty.  She had one refusal from a monster then one sipped her tiny fly but she was looking at a real bug and not the fly so she didn’t set the hook.  After a frustrating hour she blamed the fly and when I wouldn’t change it for her (because I knew the Mahogany Dun would work) she handed me the rod.  Let’s just say, it was the right fly!

 

Today was a great return to Idaho.  When I left last week, our fishing was barely starting.  Now seems to be just right.  Next on our agenda will be our annual Nunya float.  This year will provide us the most water we’ve seen there in years which in turn should be our best fishing in years!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Flyfishing for Permit at East End Lodge Grand Bahama

 

Jim Klug photo

East End Lodge is a beautiful place on the far eastern corner of Grand Bahama.  This is the more secluded part of the island a good hour from the bustling city of Freeport.  Wil’s and my comfortable room was a mere 100-feet from the dock where we boarded our flats skiffs this morning.

 

 

Jim Klug photo

Today was our last day of the Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassadors Summit and all four of us Ambassadors (Jako Lucas, myself, Wil Flack and Oliver White) had separate boats with our own photographer.  Once again my boat mate was Jim Klug.

 

 

 

 

Our guide was Walter and I’m sure at first Walter rolled his eyes as we boarded his skiff.  Klug entered the boat with about 400lbs of camera gear.  While doing so he shot me and Walter a glance and said, “Let’s go get a permit boys.  I need some permit pictures.”

 

If you read this blog than you know the permit has been no less than cruel to me.  Most recently in St Brandon’s Atoll where I got my butt handed to me by the yellow Indo permit while my less experienced buddies each caught one.  I love the fact that they succeeded but the fact that I couldn’t get it done was far beyond annoying.  Klug was full of vinegar I wasn’t so sure.

 

Jim Klug photo

While we looked for permit everything else was fair game.  At the very first flat we stopped at Walter thought he saw a school of permit.  I knew it was too good to be true, especially when one of these so called permit devoured my fly.  It turns out it was a hard pulling horse-eye jack.  We have no photo because I lifted him from the water by the leader in a quick effort to save him from a lemon shark.  My 16lb tippet (perfect for a crab fly for permit) snapped.  Luckily the horse-eye hit the water running and escaped the shark.

 

Jim Klug photo

We continued our permit quest only to find a huge school of bonefish.  What the heck we thought.  Let’s catch a few.  Klug launched his drone to photograph the pursuit from above.  There have been lots of sharks all week and this school was huddled tight together because there were a handful of lemons around.  Twenty minutes of casts directly into the school and we couldn’t hook a single one.  I guess being scared to death hurts ones appetite.

 

Jim Klug photo

Finally a permit chance came.  I learned quickly that Walter was the permit guide for me.  He was calm and the first thing he told me was to relax.  He said wait for a 60 foot cast.  I can cast much further than this but my accuracy is better at 60 feet than at 80 and it’s easier to watch the permits reaction from the closer distance.

 

Jim Klug photo

Walters approach made good sense.  What Walter and Klug didn’t know however, was that in my hands was my new 7-weight Boron III X that has been lucky all week.  A 7-weight is considered way too light for permit.  Normally I’d have my 9-weight Winston in hand.  But I felt for me that more than the best rod, reel and line set up, I needed luck.  I kept the secret to myself.  Made a good cast.  Got a look from the permit but then he took off.

 

Most good permit anglers try to land their crab fly a few inches in front of a permit.  The idea is that the permit has little time to think beyond – “There’s a crab and it’s getting away” – and they eat it.  I agree with this technique but like any angler, don’t always make that perfect cast.  I got two more opportunities but felt that I could’ve made a better cast.  It was time for a Kalik beer.

 

 

Gerhard Laubscher photo

Permit number four was with a school of about six.  I haven’t cast to a “school” of permit in years.  It always seems to be extra spooky individuals.  Sure enough as we approached the school moved away at a rapid pace.  Walter poled after them the best he could but getting a cast looked grim.  But then one fish stopped, turned and came straight for the bow of the boat.  I thought he sensed us and was coming in for a confirmation to alert all permit in the area.  But he stopped again and ate something off the bottom.

 

Cooler than I normally am around permit, I launched the cast that Walter, Klug and myself were waiting for.  My crab splat less than a foot in front of the permit.  Like often happens, the permit spooked but only ran about 15 feet then turned and came back.  I gave my crab a four inch twitch then stopped.  POW!  This permit dipped and lunged and ate my crab.  I stripped gently to make sure he had it and went tight then strip set and all hell broke loose!

 

Jim Klug photo

As my backing crackled through the guides of my Winston and the handle of my smooth sailing Bauer Reel spun at a blurring pace, Walter yelled with excitement, “What rod is that?”

 

7-weight!” I hollered back, “Don’t worry guys, I got this!”

 

Though we had to chase this beautiful permit, in less than 15 minutes I was out of the boat and tailing the fish of the week.  There has perhaps been no better time for me to execute catching a permit.  I’ve always wanted to catch a permit in the Bahamas.  And I had Jim Klug there to photograph us!

 

 

Jim Klug photo

Klug doesn’t mess around.  The second I hooked this permit he rang the other boats in order to have all camera crew there for the catch.  This lovely permit will likely be one of the most photographed in history.  Finally, after looking him eye to eye and head to tail, I let the permit swim away.  Spectacular!

 

Jim Klug photo

I didn’t catch another permit nor did anyone else.  That’s pretty normal – one and done when it comes to permit.  In fact I knew another was out of the question so Walter, Klug and I hunted specifically for barracuda and shark with my 9-weight and a popper attached to wire.  Cudas are hard to catch these days.  They wise up to anything humans toss at them and keep their mouths shut.  But not this cuda.  Yet another great fish on the last day!

 

 

Jim Klug photo

Leaving Idaho five days ago in the middle of a beautiful summer as our rivers were beginning to take shape for the Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassadors Summit seemed like an awful idea.  But H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge proved it wasn’t.  My fishing these last four days here at Grand Bahama has far exceeded my expectations.  So much that I’ll be back sooner than later!

 

Next in line should be less than 40 hours away when I take Granny for an evening on the Rizzo River.  Stay tuned!

 

A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Hungry Sharks

Jim Klug photo

The Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassador Summit continued today with our last fishing day with H2O Bonefishing at Pelican Bay Resort (we fish tomorrow with East End Lodge).  It’s been a stellar time.  Not only has it been fun hanging with my fellow ambassadors and Yellow Dog crew but Greg Vincent and Jay and their staff have put us on fish every time we try.  I am very impressed with Grand Bahama flats fishing.

 

Jim Klug photo

My boat mate today was the one and only, Jim Klug, founder of Yellow Dog Fly Fishing Adventures and longtime friend going back to the early 90’s.  Tagging along in another boat was Wil Flack and Bryan Gregson.  While our mission was to film answers to the ever so common clientele questions about fly fishing the flats, we took the first hour of sunlight to go fishing.  Good light means extra good photography and I managed to put this stunning 6lb bonefish on display for Jim’s camera almost immediately.

 

 

Jim Klug photo

There were sharks around during my bonefish catch.  Not only trying to eat him off my line during battle but there were two unnerving lemon sharks patrolling as I was holding the sleek fish for Jim’s photos.  Our guide Jay, continuously blasted one of them that kept getting uncomfortably close with his pole.  Then they mysteriously took off like dogs with tails between their legs.

 

When two 4 to 5-foot lemon sharks run away scared that can’t be good.  I released my bonefish unharmed then Jim and I climbed back into the flats boat.  There was a large dark shape heading our way and it wasn’t an oversized stingray.  This was a handsome yet dangerous turtle eating, man eating, whatever he wants to eat, tiger shark.

 

You may remember in April while at St Brandon’s Atoll I came close to connecting to a 10-foot plus tiger shark.  That magnificent fish was a true man eater and although he looked to eat my fly I never went tight.  Today’s tiger was a much more reasonable candidate to catch, barely touching 7-feet long.  Jay put me in position.

 

Jim Klug photo

Sharks take a lot of heat from humans and no doubt this tiger wasn’t a dummy.  He felt our presence and without showing panic he moved gracefully from the flats towards the safety of deep water.  But a shark’s a shark.  I managed one long cast with my popper into his lane.  He did an about-face.  Like the tiger at St Brandon’s, this tiger lit up like a Christmas tree flashing all kinds of blues you don’t know he has and his tiger stripes darkened.  It’s intimidating even from the safety of the boat.  His attention to my fly was short lived before he caught himself in his greed.  He turned again only this time full throttle for the deep.  That was fun!

 

The filming session went good.  Klug read me a list of common customer trip questions and Gregson ran the film camera as I answered.  While I was working Wil was fishing with Jay and Greg.  Soon they came back to put Wil on camera and me in the bow of their boat.

 

Although my species list is big, there’s plenty of fish to add before I end this life.  One needed is the not so flashy bonnethead shark.  I suggested looking for them and Jay and Greg, who guide for bonefish, tarpon and permit all the time, thought the idea was refreshing and took me to a place where they often see bonnetheads.

 

Their place had a lot of bonnetheads.  And the idea of catching one seemed easy to Greg and Jay.  “Sure.  They eat crabs.  Put on one with some orange because they don’t see well.”  Off to work we went with nearly constant opportunities.  Long story short, 90 minutes later, after at least 25 times laying the fly right in front of these little hammerhead looking sharks, we had nothing more than a couple looks and follows.

 

Jim Klug photo

Eventually we heard the other guys coming which meant it was time to go.  This afternoon was travel day to East End Lodge.  The sharks were all around us so we ignored the guys.  Fortunately, Klug sent his drone over our heads to do some filming.  They saw the sharks and kicked back to watch.  By luck within minutes I got one to eat and stuck him good.

 

Mr. Bonnethead fought well.  It took a good five minutes to slow him down and maneuver him near the boat.  That’s when we got a jolt of disappointment.  The shark was not hooked in the mouth.  Bummer, I can’t add him to my list, but we decided to beach him for photos anyhow.  I hopped from the boat to land him and just as I did a lemon shark came from nowhere and attacked my bonnethead.   You can see the attack in the above photo!

 

Jim Klug photo

Lucky for my bonnethead, his own tough sharkskin deterred the lemon – but what about me!!??  I was in knee deep muddy water.  Muddy because I stirred it up jumping from the boat along with the fact that a 5-foot lemon attacked in shallow water.  It was a great relief when the toothy fish swam out of the mud and Greg nabbed him with is pole.  I like my legs intact just the way they are!  Here’s the picture of the unique looking member of the hammerhead shark family.

 

Jim Klug photo

We were late getting back to Pelican Bay Resort.  But what do you expect from a bunch of crazy anglers.  Wisely the East End Lodge crew there to fetch us purposely came late because they knew.  Once loaded up it was an hour drive to our last leg of the trip.  As usual it was beers and fun.  And we ended with a fantastic family style dinner at the Lodge.  Tomorrow is our last day and all Ambassadors will be working hard to put a permit on the big screen – my nemesis fish!

 

A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Bonefish at Grand Bahama

Jim Klug photo

We’re not getting much sleep on this Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures (YD) Ambassadors Summit meeting.  But who cares.  The four of us (Wil Flack, Oliver White, myself and Jako Lucas) and camera crew are having an absolute ball down here in Grand Bahama from sunrise till midnight.  The fishing has been unreal!

 

Today my boat mate to start the day was photographer Mike Greener.  I only met Mike this week but he’s treat to be with.  He takes his photography serious and is thrilled that he recently became part of the YD staff.  Our guide was Kevin of H2O Bonefishing and we hardly left the boat ramp before we saw our first tailing bonefish.

 

I broke out my brand new 7-weight Winston Boron III X.  A 7-weight is considered a bit light by many for bonefishing but for me I can still cast it in the wind no problem and if you know how to angle the rod during battle, you can easily force lighter rods to handle strong fish.  I made a point to stick my Size 6 Pink Crazy Charlie in the corner of this bonefish mouth on second cast.

 

After the quick catch Kevin took us on a long run to search for some huge bonefish he saw a few days earlier.  By the time we got there the skies were overtaken by clouds followed by heavy rain.  We lucked into a couple small bonefish but overall, our visibility vanished.

 

Jim Klug photo

One fish you can see in the rain, especially when they’re rolling, is tarpon.  I was staring out past our flat and spotted exactly this, rolling tarpon.  My 9-weight was conveniently rigged for tarpon so Kevin poled us their way.  We saw them roll two more times then we were close enough to see them.  I threw an orange colored Toad and got three good casts and three good follows.  The last follow was from the smallest tarpon in the school and he came right to the boat.  We thought for sure he’d eat but instead spooked at the sight of the boat and took the entire school with him.

 

It was a close call with those tarpon.  Even if I only jumped one of them it would’ve been fun but it doesn’t always work out.  After yet another big rainstorm, this one so heavy we broke out the raingear and hunkered down, it was lunch time and we were to meet up with the rest of the group and switch it up.  We made a run to the meeting spot and found Ian and Wil waiting for us.

 

During lunch the weather cleared.  Ian and Mike decided that before returning to fishing we’d run some more instructional filming.  They filmed me doing a demo on the double haul and also how to hook a bonefish.  Then Wil went over equipment and a few other helpful flats fishing tips.  When YD gets these podcasts organized and up on their website for viewing they should be extremely helpful for everybody.

 

Once the work was done it was back to fishing.  Wil and I have wanted to share a flats boat together so Ian and Mike sent us off with Kevin and they followed behind with the cameras.

 

For two ours we couldn’t find a bonefish or anything for that matter on the first three flats we tried.  It was driving Kevin nuts because they were a few of his favorites.  Sometimes fish just act weird and you keep trying.  That’s exactly what we did and at last we found them.  In fact, we found a flat that had several big schools of easy to catch bonefish.

 

 

Ian Davis photo

Wil and I worked hard to get a bonefish double.  We got as far as hooking two at a time but we couldn’t keep two buttoned on for a whole fight at the same time.  Trust me, two bones screaming line off the same boat causes some havoc.  That being said, I’ve been part of many doubles but not today.

 

We ended the night filming me on “how to handle a fish for photography” and how to release a bonefish.  More good stuff for the YD website on its way!

 

Ian Davis photo

It was another great day down here at Grand Bahama.  Everyone tore up the bonefish today.  Now it’s time for a barbeque and beer back at Bones Bar followed by a good night sleep.  What a blast this place is!  Until tomorrow. . . .

 

A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing on Grand Bahama

Few ever think about a saltwater flats fly fishing trip during summer months.  I never used to.  It’s simply not popular because we love our own summer weather and fishing.  But I’ve learned over the years that summer is truly the best and most reliable flats fishing in Caribbean.  For the next four days I’m with Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures (YD) and H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge in Grand Bahama fishing and teaching on film at the Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassadors Summit.

 

Jim Klug photo

I was first of the four Ambassadors in front of the camera today.  Film makers Bryan Gregson and Mike Greener filmed while Yellow Dog founders Jim Klug and Ian Davis asked me basic questions from “how I started my career” to “how to choose a bonefish fly”.   As mentioned yesterday, YD is building a collection of YouTube podcasts to allow their saltwater fly fishing clientele a chance be more prepared for trips.

 

Ian Davis photo

My session went on for about 90 minutes and it was fun.  We were on the porch of a closed bar in Freeport overlooking a gorgeous white sand beach.  The beach was being enjoyed by numerous vacationers, mainly European.  And mixed in with them were some more than respectable tailing bonefishWil Flack and I each got a hall pass from the camera crew and managed to land one of these normally wise bones.

 

 

Jim Klug photo

We finished our morning session of filming early afternoon.  After lunch we went out to the flats for the evening.  We took four boats and guides so that each angler had their own photographer.  This was the deal of the century for we Yellow Dog Ambassadors – we fished and our personal photographers documented it.

 

Ian Davis photo

I went with Ian which was nice because although we’ve been friends for many years, we’ve never done anything fun other than drink at a bar at a fishing show.  To be in a flats boat in the Grand Bahamas was a treat.  Our guide was Jay, owner of Bones Bar, and it so happens that he’s a fantastic fishing guide as well.  Jay never wears a hat yet can spot a puff of mud from a large feeding bonefish a mile away.

 

Ian Davis photo

Majestic thunder clouds filled the skies around Grand Bahamas.  Jay would pole us down a flat then we’d need to make a couple mile run to dodge an incoming lightning storm.  Throw in the evening light and photos barely describe how spectacular it was.

 

Ian Davis photo

Then there were the tailing bonefish.  At 6 PM our full moon spring tide was low.  The bonefish were feeding in such shallow water it was incredible.  It was so shallow that Jay suggested I hop from the boat and wade.

 

Ian Davis photo

I picked up four Bahamas bonefish this evening.  Everyone single one was a nice solid bonefish of 4-6lbs.  These fish are truly amazing.  While normal saltwater guide days end at 5 PM we fished tailers until 8 PM then returned to Pelican Bay for pizza and beer on the town.

 

It was a very productive day for the Yellow Dog Summit.  The guys feel like they got some excellent footage and I’ve seen the stunning photos from Jim and Ian.  Tomorrow it’s back at it only this time we’ll spend the entire day out on the flats filming and photographing.  It should be insane!

 

A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassador Summit

I’m at the H20 Bonefishing/Pelican Bay Resort in Freeport, Grand Bahamas.  I’m here for the first ever Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures Ambassador Summit.  There are four Yellow Dog (YD) ambassadors, Jako Lucas, Wil Flack, Oliver White and myself.  We’re fishing four days while YD founders Jim Klug and Ian Davis and camera crew photograph and film us on the flats.  Not only will the 2018 YD catalog be gleaming with new photos, but the films we make will be instructional to better prepare our novice flats customers with answers to the most commonly asked questions.

 

Ian Davis photo

Although we’ll be fishing, the short YouTube clips are the priority.  If you’ve never fished for bonefish before, imagine having the ability to click on a 45 second film clip of Jako Lucas demonstrating “how to hook a bonefish” or myself on “What are the essential items I take with me for a walk on the flats?”.  It will be incredible and our goal is to have more than a 100 of these valuable tips available to anyone.

 

Ian Davis photo

Most of us arrived in Freeport at 2 PM today.  Oliver and Jako arrive tomorrow.  Instead of filming we spent more time planning our shoot with our hosts Greg Vincent and Jay of H20.  I’ve been on many shoots over the years and if not organized the end product is mediocre at best.  In my experience working with Jim and Ian, mediocre is unacceptable and after hearing the plan – this should be superb!

 

Ian Davis photo

While preparing we had fun also.  Our hosts Greg and Jay kept our Sands Beer glasses full and the snacks coming.  It helps that Jay owns the famous Bones Bar here at Pelican Bay.  We closed our night with a seafood dinner to die for.  I kid you not, I had nearly four lobster tails!

 

Jim Klug photo

Our schedule is intense the next few days.  If for some reason I fall behind on the blog just relax, the day by day accounts will post.  And I have a good feeling about the fishing this week!

 

A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fishing with the South Africans on the 5th of July

I apologize for the serious delay in posts this week but in the days to come you will soon learn why!

I love the 4th of July and yesterday was long and memorable one starting with the Victor parade. After the parade was a day of live music at the Knotty Pine then an evening of wiffle ball late into the night at the house with a heap of friends. Two of them are my South African friends Gerhard Laubscher and Tim Babich, owners of FlyCastaway fishing operations over in the Indian Ocean.

Most of my readers know of my South African friends because I make my way over there and fish with them occasionally. Today was my turn to take them fishing on my waters. Also along were my local pals Mike Dawes and Tim Brune of WorldCast Anglers. In fact, it was Dawes who picked our unusual two boat float trip out in the boonies of Idaho.

You know how I roll, if someone takes me to their secret spot I won’t divulge any fine details. If you recognize the photo then you’ve been here before but for those who haven’t it’s a historical section of a lesser known Idaho river. There’s no boat ramp here and it’s also a gnarly float with a few serious rapids. Personally, I wouldn’t take my boat here but the WorldCast boys are pros behind the oars and former fishing guides.

The water was still tremendously high but the weather was about as gorgeous as it can be. Despite the high water, Dawes and Brune predicted a chance of fish looking to feed off the top on stoneflies. This is our normal salmon fly hatch time however everything is slightly delayed this year. I chose to go with two streamers on my 6-weight Winston.

 

 

 

To say our fishing got off to a slow start is an understatement. Two boats and decent anglers and not a single fish was landed in the first hour. I changed streamer colors, weight and fly size several times. Gerhard dangled several different nymphs below his giant dry fly and he didn’t get any action on that either. At this point in the day I was feeling bad for my foreign friends coming all this way and having such tough fishing.

As the temperature rose so did the river. That’s what happens in early summer as the snow melt in the mountain speeds up. We thought we’d be rowing off the river to head home early due to the diminishing conditions but instead I started moving some fish on the streamer. I got us on the board with this uniquely spotted Yellowstone cutthroat.

Tim was in the other boat with Brune. He started tossing streamers as well and picked up a fish too. From that moment on it was game on. As the river mucked up and rose the streamer fishing became red hot. It was the opposite of what you would expect. My theory on this situation is that the fish become concerned that the river will completely blow out making it hard to find food at all. So sometimes they go crazy!

Soon all of us were chucking and ducking with streamers. Hands down we did best with a flashy Kreelex fly as well as anything dark. These colors stand out best when the river is off color. Gerhards first fish of the day was this spicy rainbow. Who says rainbow trout don’t eat streamers?

We caught about a dozen decent fish when said and done. We’d have caught more than that for sure but we pulled off the river at 2 because I had a plane to catch. That’s right – the blog is about to heat up with some fun stuff.

I’m presently at the Salt Lake City Airport with some friends of Yellow Dog Fly Fishing Adventures about to board our redeye for Atlanta. Then tomorrow morning we’ll all fly to Freeport on Grand Bahamas. This will be an amazing photo and film shoot about fishing the flats for bonefish, tarpon and permit. I’ll give the full details tomorrow.

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Spring Runoff Carries into July

I took the boat out today for the first time this year to treat some longtime friends of mine, Mark and Linda, to a day on the Rizzo River for some big cutthroats.  I met Mark and Linda when speaking in Albuquerque about ten years ago and they have since joined me on trips for tigerfish in Africa and peacock bass on the Amazon.

 

The problem however, we (all the Yellowstone Country) are still burdened with high water from spring runoff.  This is a good thing however.  Trout need water and most years we don’t have enough.  If fishing doesn’t get good around here for another two weeks we’ll survive.  They day was stunning fish or no fish with temperatures in the 80°’s and almost no wind.

 

After not seeing hardly a splash of a fish all morning, in the last run before the take out we had a surprise.  There was a good PMD hatch literally covering the water.  Lo and behold I spotted four big rising trout.  I anchored about 40 feet away and Linda and Mark took turns.  You can see the tail of this brute of a cutthroat.  This is all we saw of him before he shook himself loose.

 

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

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