North 40 Fly Shop eMagazine April 2016 | Page 30

DAY 1 - 4am comes quick if you have nothing packed for a five day fly fishing trip for who knows what. It's 9:30 PM and I'm scouring my drift boat, kayak, dry bags, wader pockets, wading jackets, and fly tying bench to scrap together a "catch any trout in the world" selection of trout stuff for this trip. Some experienced anglers would argue that could include just two patterns, a Chernobyl Ant and a Wooly Bugger. But, I'm not too proud to say that's not the plan on this trip. If you've heard of a fly pattern, we've probably got it on this trip because I was very unclear about what we were getting in to, which I like. Which rivers? Yeah, I'm not totally sure about that either. Our guide, Craig, rattled the two or three unheard of rivers off over the phone, but they didn't really register to me, so the plan was to basically bring everything that I know a trout would possibly eat. Actually no, that's sort of a lie, I remembered one of them and Googled it on my iPhone a while back, but there was just one really bad blog, and then also a PDF link to a fish census report, but the lines for different species just read "n/a" from 1956 and on. So yeah, that's how I got to now, "I'm bringing it all.” A short tying session later, followed by stuffing five single hand rods and three spey rods in to my Fishpond travel tube, cramming my Bugger Beast to the max with every streamer I could find, and packing the rest I knew I could maybe need, knowing I wouldn't use half of it. I was unsure, but pretty pumped up, and so was Dad, he loves BC's Vancouver Island. To give this adventure a little context, Craig has been Dad's hunting guide on Vancouver Island the past few years and after many nights on the boat together, it dawned on both of them, as well as the owner of the outfitting business Eric, that they know lots of rivers that most other people know very little about and they more than likely have some great fishing, or at least maybe. Plus, they have all the boats and tools to actually get to those rivers on a consistent basis and stay up there without a lodge. So, they asked Dad if he and I would be interested in coming up with them to help scout the rivers before they start offering the trip to other fly fishermen. This is something I will say yes to 100% of the time, so hit me up. We flew from Great Falls to Seattle, then Seattle in to Canada's Vancouver, and then finally up to Vancouver Island. We were met by Lorna Mikkelson, she and her husband Eric own the outfitting business. Lorna bought us lunch, and told us about her latest adventure in Spain on the way up to Campbell River (now Dad could be going Ibex hunting in Spain). We were met at the docks by Jim, who I knew from a previous trip, and his son, Craig. Craig and Jim were ready to go in their 31 foot welded aluminum cabin slash apartment slash our hotel for the trip that they customized, towing a 17 foot jet sled that hid 200HP for running the rivers that they also built out. We got going right away because we had a 45 mile boat ride to get completely off the grid to some rivers that are rarely touched by fly fishermen. On the way up, we stopped to set crab and shrimp traps for later. Our plan was to camp on the boat for four nights so that we could keep the "mothership" (this is a place holder name until Craig names his new boat something better than what he had so far) at the mouth of the river while we explored the rivers during the day with the smaller jet sled. Night one, we met the only resident in the area, Chuck, who bought his piece of land from the logging companies after they left. They filmed some major movies here at Chuck's, but if I talk about the movies, that would give away our new spot. The film crew was here for a month and a half to shoot the twenty minute scene required for the movie, built a monastery, had four A-list stars staying here at Chuck's place, then left and took it all down. He let us tie up at his dock for bringing him some groceries and new strawberry plants. After over eating some top shelf ribs prepared by Craig's wife, and a few games of cribbage, we went to bed excited for the first day of exploration.