Bow River Fishing Report July 8 2011

Bow River fishing report

 

Bow River Fishing Report July 8, 2011

The Bow River is coming alive now fishing friends. Rapala’s and other such crankbaits are working very well for those who spin fish the river. The water clarity is approximately 4-5 feet which is ideal to fool larger trout the Bow River has to offer. The river is flowing very quickly with some trees and other debris moving down the river. Use caution at all times, keep your eyes peeled for hazards! Bottom bouncing spinners will also prove very effective for fish hanging close to the bottom. The best lures to use are the one’s I supply on my guided fishing trips to float the Bow River. I still have the last weekend of July available for those interested in a guided float fishing trip. The water will still be high and the trout will still be very hungry.

The best fishing spots on the Bow River are from my 16 foot Saturn inflatable which will reach all prime fishing locations along the premier lower stretch of the river. In the next two weeks the river will fish the best. The run off will end in the next 5-10 days and the fishing will be the best we have seen in several years. You won’t want to miss the boat this season in July. Now is the time to fish the Bow River friends. Ten to fifty fish in a six hour float is very possible right now. That is NOT a typo, fifty fish is very possible!

Hope to see you in the boat very soon.

~Mike.

Trout Fishing The Lower Kananaskis Lake

fishing for bull trout on the lower kananaskis lake

 

The Majestic Mountain Getaway

After a long two weeks of moving and hard work at the collision repair shop, it was time to take off and head west. I needed a little relaxation and the mountains always seem to calm me down and recharge my batteries. Our fishing trip was planed out and we settled on the Monday after Canada day long weekend. As the masses were going home, we were arriving. Todd and I met up at Humpy’s across from Canada Olympic Park and filled up on bacon and eggs before driving onward to the Lower Kananaskis Lake for monster Bull Trout. We finished our breakfast and downed the last drop of coffee to wake up. Then we were on the highway at six am sharp.

As we drove up the highway we talked about many of our fishing adventures past. “Remember that one trip” I’d say and Todd would follow up with “I remember when we…” The stories we shared made me happy and excited to fish the lake once again. I stated to Todd that there may be lots of wildlife on or beside the road and to use caution when driving highway 40. Just as the words left my mouth we spotted our first deer in the ditch munching on the foliage. Todd quickly reached for his camera but the deer bounced back into the dense pine and disappeared without a picture. Then just up the road a little, a moose appeared to our left, again to fast for the camera. I thought we were going to see Elk and low and behold, there were Elk. We saw Bald Eagle, Black Bear and some mountain goats all before we reached the lake. What a great start to the day and we had not even made one cast.

Finally after the hour and a half drive we backed the boat into the lake and parked the truck. I wanted to fish the dam area first as I have had good success there in the past. We made many casts and no trout. We decided it was time to move and Todd hammered the throttle down speeding away. A short jaunt up the lake and we spotted another great looking hole. We shut the motor off and fired our Rapala’s into the shoreline. On Todd’s second cast, a Bull Trout slammed his crankbait. The fight was on! The trout was tough but Todd was poised. Trout number one was landed and carefully handled not to harm the fish. The Bull Trout here are protected and considered to be declining in numbers. It is very important to get a big fish like the one Todd caught back into the water as soon as possible to keep the fish from any undo harm. We released the big boy back into the lake in perfect condition. Boy what a specimen it was indeed. The lake was unusually low for some odd reason so this spot only produced one fish. Again we moved up the lake to find more bruiser Bulls. We fished and fished but nothing!

Across the lake we spotted prime water, a creek flowing into the lake. I asked Todd to move us as close as possible to the flowing water. I figured there was a few trout holding in the current. It was shallow but I was determined. Several casts and nothing hooked. Todd wanted to move on but I pleaded with him for five more minutes. Three more casts and I got action, a monster male was peeling line. He was scrapping to get back to his lie after I hooked him. My reel was screaming and I was concentrating on landing this beauty of a fish. I finally netted him in the rubber mesh. I popped the barbless hook from his yap and asked Todd if he could snap a few pictures of my fish before the release. Captured in our minds and on film was another gorgeous monstrosity.

We fished a few more hours but to no avail. The heat was driving the fish to deeper water and we decided to call it a day after six hours of fun in the sun. Another great day was had and another fishing story was added to our collection of many. What was your weekend of fishing like? Where did you go and what did you catch. I would love to hear about your long weekend fishing adventures. Please feel free to add your story below as a comment. I look forward to hearing from you!

Happy Fathers Day To All Dad’s

fishing the bow river with my boy

 

Reflections

Quite some time ago when I was a child, I heard my grand dad packing his fishing gear early in the morning. I would rise with him and sit eating Captain Crunch at the kitchen table before he left. “Grandpa, where are you going today I’d say inquisitively”? “I am going trout fishing Michael; I am heading to the river today”. Grandpa would sometimes go fishing with his friends and sometimes he would go alone. “Grandpa, can I go fishing with you”. I was excited at the thought I might be the one who catches those trout. “Sure you can go Michael, fishing is not just for grown ups it’s for kids as well. Get your rod and tackle box ready and put it by the back door”. I ran into my bedroom where I stored my rod and tackle box in the small closet and retrieved my gear. I was ecstatic grandpa let me go fishing with him.

Back in those days before we drove off, we would dig for worms in the flower bed that ran along our back yard fence, or we would stop in at the tackle shop and by some maggots to use for bait. Watering the flower bed to make the worms come to the top of the soil, we gathered up a tub of worms to feed those trout. Grandpa would let me poke the holes in the top of the plastic container we used to hold the bait. We would then drive to the river and string up our fishing line together. The set up consisted of a weight on the bottom of the line and some worms latched onto some snelled hooks tied one and two feet up the line. Grandpa and I would cast our rig out and let the weight bounce on the river bed hoping for a trout to smell our worms and hit. Sometimes we would catch fish and sometimes we did not, I really did not care.

It was time well spent with my grandpa; we bonded and became closer as a result of our fishing adventures. Grandpa taught me respect for the land we fished on. He taught me to ask land owner if we could walk across their property to the river if it was private land. We would pack any garbage out that we brought in. Grandpa was in the Canadian Navy so he had deep respect for the water and all the creatures that lived in it.  Most of all grandpa taught me life’s lesions by the river bank. My grandpa was like my dad! My father moved away to Ontario when I was five so grandpa was my father figure.

With father’s day coming this Sunday, I send out gratitude for all dads who introduce their children to the great outdoors. To all the grandfathers who teach their grand kids the love of nature and the creatures that live in the water, I salute you. The love that is shared when we cast a lure, or fly into unknown water hoping for a glimpse of a fish. The great admiration in a child’s eyes when he or she lands their first fish! When we see our kids grow up and carry on our love of sport fishing and pass it on to their children. That is what brings a big smile to my face and warms my heart.

This father’s day let us share our love for the outdoors with our children. Take them fishing and bond with them beside the river or lake. Teach them how to have fun fishing for whatever that lake or river has to offer. Let’s make it the best father’s day we have ever experienced!

Happy Fathers day friends.

Why Leaving A Prime Fishing Location Is Not A Good Idea

Winter Trout Fishing The Bow River 2011

 

Never Get Going When The Going Gets Good!

I have seen it time and time again; an angler packs up and leaves a spot when the bite is on. But why?

Why do we leave when the bite is on, give up on a prime piece of real estate and go home or go elsewhere on the river? The school is alive; three fish then four and five. Then a short break in the action and were gone. I’ve done it before but I will not do it again! Recently out on a trip with my long time fishing partner Todd Penney, we battled wind and dirty water to hook up with a dozen trout. After a long walk up the river for several miles there were no hits, no nibbles and no trout to be seen. We relocated to a rocky bank side walking down river to reach deep slow moving water. Still no action. Copious casts and nada, zippo, zilch. The fish were fussy and getting the best of us.

Todd suggested we try one more location which meant we had to walk again, this time two more miles upriver. My legs were tired and I was fatigued but I wanted a fish, one fish, any size or color will do. I was desperate and agreed. While walking up the river we talked about what we thought was happening with the trout. Was it the time of day, was it the dirty water conditions or were the fish just plain not feeding? Left baffled and a little dejected, we reached our destination point, an island in the river with tall pine’s that break the river into two channels. At the time, this location had a large ice shelf which divided the river into a side channel that flowed in right where we stood. In past years, we have had many great days here, but with no fish landed I was not convinced today was our day.

A change in lures was in order, I had fished the same lure for an hour and it needed a rest back in my tackle box. I opted for a Blue Fox Minnow Spinner in order to keep the minnow bait from bottom snagging. This lure can work in one inch of water or you can slow down the retrieve and make it work at the bottom. This was the right choice for the structure of the river that day. I launched the minnow spinner far beyond the shallow current that was coming in from that side channel. I did not want to spook a potential taker. As I reeled in I made sure to catch the current of that side channel and let the lure drift with the current. Once my lure was past the shallow shelf and into deeper water, my first taker was hooked in. I was elated and reeled him in so I would not loose the fish. Finally my first fish of the day was out of the way. A quick photo and away he went. What was then about to happen blew both of our minds.

Todd was using a Rapala and he was next to hook a trout, a beautiful rainbow. My following cast employing the same retrieve method, another brown trout was hooked. By the time I could get my fish in, Todd had released his. Todd watched as I landed my fish and released him. The school of trout were just getting fired up; one fish after the other was caught. I landed eight fish a Todd about the same. It was late in the day and the sun was setting. I was tired and wanted to leave the river. Todd wanted to change hooks and stay for another half an hour. I agreed and also switched lures; a Berkley Frenzy Firestick Shallow was tied on and fired out. A few twitches and a Bang, another fish.

We both caught eight to ten fish a piece in that hole I was about to leave. Five fish after I wanted to leave this prime hole. You just never know what the trout are going to do. Keep fishing even when you think that you have caught all of the fish in your location. Switch hooks and use another color, or a different size of lure. Try a spinner instead of a spoon. A twitchbait instead of a crankbait! Never give up on that spot until you are one hundred percent sure that the bite is off. Never get going when the going gets good!