Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Miramichi Salmon Camp, September, 2013

Bridget and I headed to the Miramichi and Bullock's Lodge (formerly Tuckaway Cabins) on Friday, June 13.  We stopped overnight in her favorite town, Dover-Foxcroft, Maine, to visit with old friends of hers.  I could live there!  Since I was doing the auction for the Atlantic Salmon Museum's fundraiser Saturday night, we got an early start that morning, arriving to fine weather and a river full of water (to say the least) (and don't forget that you can click on the pic for the big picture):


My good friend Vin Swayze owns the camps used by the Bullock family; he's been keeping the intervale nicely mowed:


The four-wheeler trail alongside his Camp Pool was totally submerged:


Fishing was going to be tough.

Saturday night there was a great crowd at the Doaktown Curling Club for the Atlantic Salmon Museum's Hall of Fame fundraising dinner.


Vivian Harris-Astle, David Adams Richards and the Dieppe Fly Tying Club were inducted that night.  Julian is a fine young fellow and gave a great speech for the Dieppe club, and became my new best friend!  He's also a heck of a fly tyer!


It was probably the most fun auction I've ever done, and thanks to the Salmon Museum for having me!  I promise to get a haircut if you invite me back next year.

After a restful Sunday, we got down to business on Monday.  Bridget and I were very fortunate to have been invited to fish a special little tributary of the Main Southwest Miramichi, with Vin as our guide.  On the way in, we visited New Brunswick's tallest water fall, Fall Brook Falls.  As foolhardy as I've been known to be, rational thinking prevailed and we walked, rather than try to drive, down the trail to the falls.  Steep road!


And then there's the trail to the falls!


The hike in (and out) is worth it:


It's one of New Brunswick's special places.


And Fall Brook is a nice, coldwater feeder to the Miramichi, entering the big river right here:


After the hike up and out, I'm surprised we had the energy to fish, but considering the opportunity we were presented with (Thank you, Manley!), we made sure we were equal to the task.

It's a gorgeous little stream, and there were fish showing everywhere.  I stopped counting at 50 fish.  Bridget got right to work.


The weather started to clear a bit upstream, and that seemed to turn the fish on.


Bridget hooked her first fish around 4pm:



This fish is what Vin called a "Government Salmon".  That is, at 26.5 inches, it's just over the upper-limit length that the Province says defines a grilse.  Who are we to argue?? Salmon it is!



About ten minutes later, she's at it again:



A nice fiesty grilse.  And both fish on a Celtic Beauty!   I, uh, don't seem to recall hooking a fish.  Oh, wait, that's right, I was too busy taking pics of her fish!  Yeah, that's the ticket, I was too busy!

At any rate, it's a beautiful little tributary:


Seems as though someone, somewhere, declared Monday "Ladies Day" for the Miramichi system.  While we were enjoying time upriver, good friend and salmon camp buddy Linda Warren was busy breaking the tip of her Sage Z-Axis on this little guy:


Linda was using one of her husband Bob's salmon fly creations, the Cutty Sark.  I'm proud to say I tied the copy she was using!

Tuesday, and its "Honey, I'm throwing a party for a bunch of guys I met on the internet!" time.  Sounds a little scarey, eh?

We fished for a bit in the morning, but my mind was on the little picnic we were hosting that afternoon, so we got off the river a little early to get things rolling.  Vin and Bob Warren, as well as Bob's english setter blur (somewhere I have picture of her not running, but I don't know where), Molly, helped me set up.



We had perfect weather for a picnic!


Bridget and I took turns at the grill.



And I made sure I took a turn at the food table!  Bridget made the potato salad, and Number One Guide and friend Renate Bullock made the baked beans.  Yum.


We were tickled to have such a great group of folks, most met via several forums come to our little party!  Below, Brian Cuming (left), whom I met on www.newbrunswicksalmonfishing.com, Dwayne Miller (center) from PEI, and my bud Rene Warren (left), who serves in the Canadian Navy and whom I met on the Nova Scotia FlyGuy forum (www.nsflyguy.ca) dig in.


Rob Feeney (center), whom I met through the Speypages forum (www.speypages.com) and who lives in Fredricton, NB, brought along these new (to me) friends:  Mia and Marty Shepard on the left, all the way from Oregon and owners of a steelheading guide service there (oregonsteelhead.blogspot.com or www.oregonsteelhead.com)  and Nic Clory (next to Rob) and Dwayne Miller, both of Prince Edward Island.  Those two are incredible fly tyers.  Dwayne is on several forums, and has his own group, The Dee Tyer, on facebook.


The Group!


Kneeling, l to r: Rene, Rob, Marty, Vin, Bridget
Standing, l to r:  Brian, Howie Gould (whom I met through the nsflyguy forum; we've fished together and he's now on the NB Salmon Council, taking over Vin's chair.  He has his own group on facebook: Live Release Salmon Anglers), Nic, Dwayne, Kevin Branch (an awesome tyer I met via facebook and speypages), Dan Bullock (manager of Bullock's Lodge), Linda and Bob Warren, Mia, Miramichi regular Murray, neighbor Lucilla, Hazel Swayze (Vin's WAY better half), and Number One Guide Renate Bullock.

Since I had been, er, hydrating rather consistently since noon that day, I opted out of the evening's fishing festivities.

Wednesday was, as they say, however, another day.  The morning's fishing was nothing to write home about, although Dan Bullock and I spent some time discussing flies that might work and when.  I was swimming a variety of flies at the time.  Wednesday night as I was rotating down through the pool the light changed a bit, and Dan suggested that a Glitter Bear might work.  He was right:


Thursday we fished out of Vin's boat, the FTG (funny story about what FTG stands for; ask me sometime).  Bridget's starting to really lay out some line:


Vin dropped me off on a bar mid-river to fish from.  It was easy enough to slide into the hip-deep water, but not so for getting back into the boat, to I just hung on for dear life for a ride back to shore.  Note to self: in the future, hang on to the upstream side of the boat.  River current has an interesting inclination to try and drag you under the boat if you're on the downstream side.  Which I, of course, was.



Long-time friends Bob and Linda Warren.  Linda usually outfishes Bob (and me), but Bob has the edge as a fly tyer.  He edited Pam and Col. Joe Bates Fishing Atlantic Salmon; the flies and the patterns.  His flies are pictured in that work and many others, including Bob Veverka's Spey Flies and How to Tie Them and Dick Stewart and Farrow Allen's Flies for Atlantic Salmon.   He netted my first atlantic salmon and has taught me so much about fly tying.


Bridget and I just waitin' for a ride 'cross river:


I'm still wondering why Dan B. wouldn't let me drive his buggy:


Saturday was our last full day in camp, and it was a beauty:




Bridget landed a nice brookie (wish the iphone pic showed those colors!)  She was (sigh) Top Rod with her two salmon for the second year in a row.


The flies that worked for us over the course of the week (did I mention that Bridget had to take off a Celtic Beauty at one point because it kept hooking so many brookies??).  Celtic Beauty, Cutty Sark, Glitter Bear:


We left camp on Sunday; weather conditions made it a little (but not much) easier to leave.


Our time at Bullock's is always special, and to Dan, Renate and Vin, a special thanks for all you do for us.  And to our new friends and old, let's do it again next year!

CHEERS!



Thursday, September 12, 2013

A Really Good Man

I am saddened to report the passing of Donal O'Brien.  I served with him on the Connecticut Governor's Task Force on Hunting and the Public Safety.  He ran a masterful meeting.  Atlantic salmon, and wildlife in general, have lost a powerful, effective, and caring advocate.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/11/nyregion/donal-obrien-audubon-leader-dies-at-79.html?ref=obituaries&_r=0

We can all be replaced...its just a little harder sometimes than others.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Miramichi Salmon Camp, July 2013

I headed up to Boiestown, New Brunswick and camp at Bullock's Lodge (formerly Tuckaway Cabins) at 4:30am, July 7th for a two week stay.  Other than, as usual, picking the wrong lane at Customs (my guy let one car through for every 4 in the other lane), it was an uneventful, ten and a half hour drive.  I arrived to this kind of day:


We had a pretty full camp of ne'er-do-wells!


L to R:  Bill D., Pete W., moi, Vin, Jamie W. and Bill T.  Not in the pic because they were busy fishing rather than posing stiffly are Bob and Linda Warren.

The river was low and getting lower, the air temps were hot and getting hotter.  Not looking like a productive week, from a hooking perspective.  The evening's were so warm, I didn't fish.  Some of the others did, though, and had limited success.  Linda Warren hooked up on her Glenlivet fly:


and her worse half Bob made good use of his fly, the Cutty Sark:


Early in the week, we had the usual coffee breaks out on the river,


but by the end of the week, we were much more interested in ice water than a hot beverage!

During the week, I had visits from two friends from the Fredricton, NB area, Brian Cuming and then Rob Feeney...both arrived bearing gifts!  Brian brought me a batch of music CD's he burned for me, including new Clapton and Van Morrison discs; made the drive home WAY more enjoyable!  Rob stayed for lunch on Sunday, and left me an incredible Por Larranga 'lonsdale' Havana, Cuba cigar.  It was wonderful!  I'm going to have to come up with a pretty cool way to return the favors!

It might have been too hot to fish some evenings, but it was never too warm to eat well.  A typical meal of steaks, camp potatoes and corn on the grill:


Vin found a place that would overnite oysters.  They didn't last long!


Jamie's son Pete has always had strange eating habits when away from home.  He did some very strange things to his steak:


If dinner is on the table, Vin is never very far away.  (I bought the mason jar/straw thingy at the Woodmen's Museum.  It looked (and is) perfect for drinking Sangria!


And here's Pete doing what any recent college grad (Bowdoin 2013) should be doing:


From a fishing standpoint, the week was pretty much a bust for our cabin.  Bill D. landed a grilse mid-week, and I finally hooked a grilse Sunday morning.  Fooled by a size 10 Celtic Beauty, I had it on until it's first jump.  Later that morning I had what was probably the most vicious take I've ever experienced, and that same Celtic Beauty.  Alas, having taken (unbeknownst to me) barbless fishing to new heights, I never saw the fish.  Note to self:  check fly often even when using two-hander with next to no backcast.


Speaking of two-handers, I was really pleased with the Scott T2H 1258/4 I picked up just before the trip.  I also fished my T&T  DH11208/4 and Loomis Roaring River 12'6" 7/8 Stinger GLX.  I think I liked the Scott the best.  And thus endeth the first week.

My second week was dedicated to brightening up Dan Bullock's kitchen by installing a five foot picture window in window-less wall.  But also to a little more fishing.  Allan Wilson treated Vin and I to a morning on the water at McKiel camp:





There wasn't any action on the river, but I had a ball with small brook trout and a size 10 bomber in McKiel Brook!


Another morning I fished the Sevogle, but the weather and the river were really starting to get warm, so it was just another relaxing morning of casting practice (which I can always use).




I fished the Salmon Museum's pool, too (to the same effect as above):


My trips to the Sevogle and the Museum Pool were in conjunction with the Miramichi Salmon Association's "Classic".  While it is a fund-raiser to some extent for the MSA, it is even more an effort on that fine organization's part to raise awareness of all that the Miramichi Watershed has to offer.  The cost per angler is $350 which includes a Sunday night party (with, of course, and auction that I get to do), then fishing Monday and Tuesday morning and evenings, and again Wednesday morning.  Lunches are included.  The pools you fish are determined by a draw; I've gone places I never would have had a chance to go without participating in the Classic.   It was also great to see my buds Howie Gould and Paul Elson, who were volunteer guides for the event.

On a sadder note, I must once again mention the plight of the oppressed women of New Brunswick.  Their lot does not seem to have improved since I last mentioned this terrible situation back in June.  For instance, while Vin has a veritable fleet of canoes, his poor daughter Michele is forced to make her way down the river in a flimsy raft:


And his niece Kari is forced into the same situation, ferrying her children in a flimsy inflatable rather than the sturdy canoe used by her husband Ken on his adventures?  And where was he when the children needed saving?  Oh, the injustice of it all!



And now, to the highlight of my stay:  Vin's 80th birthday party!

Friends and family gathered Vin's nephew Jason's place, just up river from Vin and Hazel's home.




Vin's daughters Andy and Michele arranged the whole party, including the piper we followed to Vin and Hazel's.


The birthday boy himself was delighted, I do believe!


There was an incredible spread for lunch (I think I ate all the deviled eggs. yum!)


The biggest ham in the area is actually Swayze Price!  The kid is a riot.


And Hazel was, as she always is, delightful!


It was a grand way to end my two-week stay.  Fishing really took a back seat on this trip; food and friends and beautiful scenery got the front seat.   It is always hard to say good-bye to salmon camp, especially when the river looks like this when you have to drive away:


Until September,
GT