Overtime

Tis the season. The season I wish there were thirty hours in a day and nine days in a week. The salmon run is in full effect out of Lake Ontario, bow season is starting to get good, and duck hunting opens in a week. From stream to stand as much as I can leaves little time for blogs to be written, face books to be posted, or twitters to tweet. I love October and everything that goes along with it. I love fly fishing for huge salmon and steelhead. It's a treat to grab a huge brown trout while drifting for these awesome fish. When not wading the tribs of the Great Lakes I sit in a tree stand admiring the changing of the leaves. The beautiful transformation passes the time as I sit in stealth and await a trophy whitetail. As the days pass and the weather changes those same whitetail begin to change their behavior patterns as well. Do they know why this happens? Do we know why? Mother Nature changing the environment right in front of our eyes.

In the coming week we will be going to our southern tier operation for four days of bow hunting and fall brown trout fishing. We will prepare the camp for weeks and weeks of debauchery, camaraderie, and hopefully a productive whitetail season. The whole idea of a hunting camp is what drew me to the sport. An escape, a place we gather to de-stress and fulfill our primal urge to harvest and provide. It might just be an outhouse and trailer from 1984 but it is a sanctuary that I look forward to coming back to every time we leave.

October, a time of change, a time of harvest. The month of Halloween, the month of hunting, fishing, and cooking. Huge salmon, nice big browns, bucks and does preparing for the upcoming rut, and flocks of migrating ducks and geese. I might complain about my lack of time or how busy I am, but I truly do love putting in the overtime in the field, in the woods, or waist deep in a Great Lakes tributary. Stay tuned for reports from the many adventures coming up throughout the next couple of months as we hunt, fish, and grill the WNY area.

Cheers,

Billy

Withdrawal

I've been back to work now for two days. Two days since being on the Salmon River. two days since feeling the fight, hearing the scream of the reel. Two days since feeding my need. Some may say I've been distant these last two days, while some may say I've been cranky. I personally would say none of them are correct. I'm an addict, an addict for big fish. I need to experience the fight , the thrill, the challenge and reward of fishing for chinook salmon. Not just fishing,but chasing the king on the fly. Tying our own creations, tasty morsels of thread feathers and yarn that these monster fish just can't resist lashing out at. The run is ramping up, more and more fish are going from staging in the lake right off the mouth of our tribs and running upstream to spawn and eventually meet their maker. More and more fish to chase means less and less days of the annual run. The run will die off the fishing will succeed and I'll be back at square one. With drawling for one more fish, one more hook up, one more acrobatic display or run upstream while my fly reel empties out. Sure there are lake run steelies and browns that temporarily feed the urge, but that last king salmon will always be in the back of your head. Urging for the next hook up the next season of another chinook king salmon.

Billy

The Salmon Run

One can't explain the craziness that I experience during the annual fall Lake Ontario salmon run. I don't know if its the acrobatic aerial displays that the fish put on or the screaming of my fly reel. It could possibly be the fight, oh the biggest fight felt from any game fish in the WNY area. This year has been no different. The salmon started entering the Lake Ontario tributaries in the beginning of September and have really started coming upstream now that the evening temperatures have started to drop. We have been seriously filling our sickness, I mean addiction to these beautiful fish for two weeks now. Lots of hook ups, lots of broken lines and leaders, and one straightened hook have paid off a couple of times when team GTO has had the pleasure of not only landing the salmon, but and early run beautiful brown trout. While we have mostly fished locally, 18 mile creek or oak orchard, this coming week we will be traveling to the world class east coast fishery known as the Salmon River in Pulaski NY. Reports coming in say we will be hitting the Salmon and the Oswego rivers in the peak of the season. Lots of Chinook, Browns, and Steelhead are being reported throughout the river. Telling this to a salmon addict is like dangling smack in front of a crackhead. Everything I do I cannot focus on, all I think about is throbbing in my forearms as my fly reel screams with line tearing off into the backing. The long drawn out fight and finally if I'm lucky grabbing that huge trophy from the net, twenty pounds plus of muscle that just fulfilled my salmon addiction.
I'll try to get serious about this blog and post regularly again. My partner in GTO, Josh, has also agreed to contribute to the blogosphere. Stay tuned for more stories as we get into our busy season hunting, fishing, and grilling the outdoors. Until then here's a couple picks of some nice fish we've gotten this week in the WNYarea.

Thanks,

Billy

Report from the Genesee River Part 1

Heading out of town on Saturday night there was a certain giddiness, an eagerness.  I could not wait to get to GTO's southern tier camp.  I could not wait to get in the river and stack the browns and brooks up like cord wood.  We would have four guys there was no way we were striking out this trip, there was no way even with two members fly fishing beginners.  We made great time leading our caravan of vehicles down through many small trout towns. Max had arrived first and opened up camp so upon our arrival we plugged in our generator and we were officially in business.  Saturday night may have involved some random hoopla and a few too many drinks, but we were all ready for the next day, the river was alive with trout and the weather was supposed to be beautiful.

Shaking off the previous nights activities we ventured to town for some breakfast and hot dogs, yes hot dogs.  After breakfast it was time, time to venture to the Genesee.  We chose the bottom of the dam in Belmont to start our search from some beautiful browns and brooks.  

I was planning to drift nymphs all weekend and help josh learn how to cast his newly purchased fly rod with some great on water experience.  Gary and Max would be conventionally fishing with spinning reels and jigs and spinners.  They also drifted some Gulp eggs that were recommended by a local at a local bait store.  After throwing the nymph around for twenty to thirty minutes I was being nosey and watching all the other anglers on the river and noticed one gentleman over waist deep in the water right up by the base of the dam catch two nice size browns within 15 minutes of one another.  I started casting and moving up stream, but didn't receive the bite I was looking for.  Walking back downstream to the rest of the guys I stopped by to see how Josh was doing and to give him some pointers while gracefully stepping off the rocks into the river I performed the falling swan dive right into the water.  Good thing it was warm out cuz my right arm and shoulders were soaked.

Ok I may have came in a little hot, but who knew these rocks were so damn slippery

After fishing this beautiful area downstream of the dam for awhile and not landing any fish (Gary had some bites and was having his bait stolen but could not land one) I wanted in on this dam area where the previously mentioned gentlemen were hooking up with nice size brownies.  We took a little break, changed flies to the white/yellowish nymphs i could see floating in the river, and trekked back upstream to the low head dam in the middle of downtown Belmont NY.  Where the dam empties over and another tributary empties into the Genesee Gary and myself attempted to cross out to a stone island out near where I had seen gentlemen landing nice fish.  We were going to go land us some nice size fish and feed all four of us and Syd back at camp on trout all night.  We are the backups for that show River Monsters, we can concur mother nature and her mighty swift currents..... OR not!!!!  Trying to cross the river out to the island I slipped again on some river slime and went completely under.  Gary being right behind me grabbed me and all was good at the moment.  Now to just get back to shore hahahaha. We managed back, I walked downstream a ways to fish in the sun cuz now I was completely soaked.  Wet

COLD

and no fish

Thats how day one goes down

Genesee 1

team GTO 0 and wet

Cooperation

When everyone or everything works in unison incredible things can happen. When variables decide to work against one another like oil and water, disaster is eminent. This week at GTO was a week dependent upon cooperation. Cooperation of schedules, cooperation of conditions, presentations, fish activity, you name it things had to line up like Jupiter and the fifth moon from Saturn for us to land a fish.

We were supposed to have three team members attack to niagara again this week, but come Monday morning we were down to two. Josh and myself made our way to Niagara Falls early on in the day so we were sure not to miss a feeding or any high steelhead activity. A deep freeze had moved into the WNY area late last week and was supposed to have moved on by Sunday before our trip, but here we were lugging our gear down into the niagara gorge in a balmy 20 degree temps with 15-20 mph winds making it feel like 10. As we started our decent we quickly realized ice was going to be a contender today. The river was filled with ice chunks breaking off the falls, but was clear, real clear. The current wasn't too bad and we only had one guest with us today. No boats to contend with, we had 200 yds of the bank to ourselves....

And we casted and we floated and we quickly spent the entire today switching setups and hoping and praying and casting.

We were skunked again, but not only were we skunked the three other guys we seen fishing that day were skunked. I witnessed one fish, a lake trout of ok size was caught by a gentleman during the morning on a huge white and pink buck tail jig. That would be it for the entire gorge that day as we talked to more than a done anglers, from multiple access sites along the gorge. The whirlpool and devils hole were full of ice making any sort of fishing impossible and all the way to art park had no action. Zero. Notta. Not a single fish. Plenty of stories of good strikes, but no one landed a fish but one gentleman? Were we all horrible fisherman? I think not,but if we could we would definitely appreciate some more COOPERATION from all factors involved next week in GTO land.

Sunday schmooze

Tomorrow we take to the river that flows from the Niagara.

We skunked once 7 days before, shame on the conditions.

Silver headed ballet battle is what we strive to achieve.

Run of the drag,

screech of the reel.

Addiction is a disease some say. GTO hopes there's no cure for such a disease.

Afflicted....