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

River Report: Salmon River pulaski, ny

Not knowing what to expect from the salmon river set me up for a great experience. The town of Pulaski itself is a perfect American fishing town with river side lodges cleaning and smoking fish for a nominal fee. The waters did not disappoint. Picturesque landscapes, rippled waters, bends turns and pools were all amazing experiences. With miles of public fishing access the salmon river has a spot or situation for all to enjoy their day on the water.
Only having two days in the salmon river region we got to work on different locations along the river. First day we fished the sportsmans pool. The better action day of the two, Monday we had multiple hook ups on the fly, but like the many other anglers we seen, not one was landed. Close, but no fish in the nets. Broken leaders, straightened hooks, dislodged hooks, we saw or experienced many disappointments. Out of the over one hundred hook ups we seen throughout our long day on the water about ten were brought to a net. Still the fight, the screaming of the reel, the jumps and acrobatics of chinook salmon made our trip.
On Tuesday we moved our adventures to a fly fishing only section upstream of the salon river salmon hatchery. The day started out amazing with three hook ups right away in the morning. More screaming reels and laying line while doing battle with the salmon river kings, but once again more dislodged fish. After a couple hours in the upper fly section I hooked into a large chinook salmon and battle we did do. Upstream, down stream, line laid out and brought in for more time then I had in any previous fight this trip. 6-7 jumps, air acrobatics, summersaults and leaps. While maintaining great pressure and finessing the drag of my reel the salmon came in for us to get a great look at him. A king of fish darkened and silver all at the same time. This fish was about to cap off an amazing trip when it decided differently and took off on a last minute dash, a run for it. Down stream and into the heavy currents my line peeled off, a jump and roll and like that the battle was over. The fish had spit my fly, dislodged the hook once again. Defeat gave way to my sore wrists that had tired throughout the battle with the fish of the weekend.
Shortly after all the negativity was wiped clean as I looked down shore and josh was hooked up with a king salmon of his own. He had drifted an orange imitation sack through a pool and fed it to a beautiful hen. Finally for the first time of the whole trip we got a fish into the net, landed. Team GTO had landed a famed salmon river salmon. Our homework paid off, our custom tied flies hooked many fish, probably a dozen for the trip. It was a success.
All in all a great trip with great friends and great beers. Fat tire from New Belgium brewery and a harvest pack from Boston brewing company kept the soreness to a roar dull all trip. We have finally experienced the famed salmon river and already have another trip planned for steelhead fishing and one more for next years salmon run. Like previously stated in past blogs its like an addiction. A sickness if you will. The fight of the fish, the screaming of the reel, the pull of the drag. Energy shoots through me like a main line of adrenaline. The salmon sickness, if this is the only cure, that's alright with me.

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