Howdy,
Sunday morning (03/21/10) brought with it grey skies and a light drizzle as Mike, Craig and I boarded the Rapid Sucess for a drift down the North Santiam from Mehama to Stayton. The purpose of this trip was to introduce Mike and Craig to fly casting for Steelhead. Both of them are beginners in the sport, but have years of fishing experience using other types of gear. To start them off, I rigged up some Oakey Drifters to let them warm up and get the feel of the boat as we made our way downstream to some better water for fly casting.

Side channel on the North Santiam
An hour or so into the drift we stopped on a nice wide gravel bar and I gave a few basic instructions, rigged up a couple fly rods and set them off thrashing the water for a bit. I observed from a distance and picked up on a couple of adjustments that they needed to make. It wasn’t long and their casting began to improve. As with most newbies to the sport, they did a LOT of casting and very little fishing. I then gave them my best professional advice by telling them that 99.999% of fish are caught on a fly when it’s in the water, not when it’s being flung forwards and backwards in the air! Being the quick learners that they were, more fishing ensued.
I pointed Mike to a side channel that looked promising for trout. I rigged a tandem nymph setup with a Gold Ribbed Hare’s Ear (bead head) with a trailing Soft Hackle and instructed him to work his way down the channel back to the main river. I went back to check on Craig and noticed that he had switched to the baitcasting setup and was sidedrifting the Oakey rigs. I picked an unused fly rod and made few casts myself. A few moments later I head Mike’s voice and looked over my shoulder across the island to see the tandem nymph rig stuck in the trees across the side channel. We met in the middle of the island and traded rods. He taking the 8 wt. St. Croix with a Santiam Stoneattached and me taking the 5 wt. Pro Logic with nothing but a broken leader. I re-rigged with an old time pattern commonly used on the east coast called the “Sheep Fly”. For you west coasters, it’s best described as a Timberline Emerger (Kauffman) on steroids. Tied on a #10 nymph hook with a fat grey dubbing body, soft hackles of partridge or pheasant body and grizzly hackle tip wings. It’s definitely not a “pretty” fly, but it is effective.

Mike and Craig working on their casts
Since Mike had moved back to the main river, I decided to finish out the side channel. On the 3rd cast I missed a take. I immediately ran the Sheep Fly back through the same slot and felt another soft pickup. I stripped in about 4 inches of line quickly and then dropped it back in the current – WHAM! I lifted the rod tip and the fish immediately took all the slack and was on the reel pulling line. I got him turned and he raced back upstream into the deep slot. The fish felt heavy, but gave up pretty quickly. I assumed it was a Whitefish by the fight, but was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful native rainbow came to hand. I hollered at the guys across the island, held up the fish, gave it a quick measure next to the rod, snapped a couple pics and released him safely back in the channel. He was a “specimen” of a fish. Not huge (18″), not a hog, but rather just a perfect example of what a native rainbow should be. Clean, beautiful coloration, perfect proportions and best of all – willing to take a fly! It was simply “one of those fish”.

18" Native Rainbow
We piled in the boat and headed off downstream again. With a mix of sun breaks and downpours, we continued to fish on the move, stopping briefly at a couple spots. Later in the afternoon the water came alive with hatches – Green Drakes, March Browns, MB Spinners, BWOs and the occasional caddis – little black ones and medium greys. Obviously the fish were ignoring the adults because we only saw 2 fish rise all day. Not what a guy who loves dry fly action wants to see, but a good sign that there was an abundance of under the surface food for the fish.
As with all river trips, there were the moments of comic relief. Craig calling his cast (ala Babe Ruth) then proceeding to cast into a tree just like he said. Craig trying to untangle the snag from the tree branch with his hat fallen down over his eyes. Mike snagging in the rocks while I’m struggling to retie a rig for Craig, etc. etc. The way I see it, those are the things you’ll remember from the trip that allow you to forget the rain and cold. There are also the unexpected moments that nature provides that just leave you amazed…………..

A native rainbow of another sort. A great finish to a fine day.
Tight Lines!
Dave