DAY 3
Siracha and pancakes start the
morning. I walked up to take a shower at Chuck’s to
find out he has a satellite Wi-Fi signal and gave me
the password in exchange for computer help later in
the day. I don't know a ton about computers, but I'd
have to guess probably more than Chuck and happy
to share what little I do know. We planned to fish a
different river today and wanted to see how far we
could get up the river in the jet boat. Turns out... a
very long ways. After two hours of heading up river,
we just decided to call it good because it was getting
close to lunch and we wanted to fish. We passed
an elk crossing the river, a helicopter tour, and still
aren't sure just how far you can get up the river, but
it's a long ways and days of floating. The first run we
stopped at was unbelievable. We literally got to this
spot where each of us would hook up a bull trout land
it down on a section of the beach, Craig would take our
photo, let the fish go, and then the next angler would
rotate in and repeat... over and over. Dad landed the
fish of the day in that spot, and I would guess 25 bull
trout were landed in a 10 foot section of river right
there. We left just to see some other parts of the river
and they were just as good. We caught a few cutthroat
and rainbows throughout the day as well. At one point,
an eagle landed on a pile of logs next to us, and I had
a 20 inch bull trout on. The eagle flew down and took
the bull trout out off the water and broke my streamer
off 15 feet in front of me. It stole my Smoke N' Mirrors
from Dan Soltau's a Dirty Water Fly Co. Later on, down
the river, I had caught so many bull trout I decided to
see if they would eat a skated mouse. They do. Craig
and Dad watched me skate a mouse at last light, while
the mouse pattern got blown up by bull trout. We got
back to camp to find out that our crab and prawn traps
had worked extremely well and bottomless fresh crab
and giant Vancouver Island prawns were on the menu
for this evening. I bet we ate over 100 prawns and 5-6
crabs late in to the night until Dad was falling asleep
sitting straight up in a seafood coma. Epic day in BC.