Tyrant of the lakes
Salvelinus namaycush. Tyrant of the lakes.
at the time, it became my nemesis. My fly fishing Ark of the Covenant. My angling El Dorado. As I stood on the banks of the Otherside River lining up the photograph of the massive fish, I felt a great weight elevate off my shoulders. The rain, for simply a few minutes, stopped. A beam of sunshine poked in the course of the low ceiling of clouds and i felt as notwithstanding i’d just completed anything no person else on the planet had ever performed.
truth learn, I likely did. however it is for later in this story.
i might tried for five days to catch a lake trout on a fly. i might been denied each time.
The second day of our shuttle at Blackmur’s Athabasca inn in the a long way northwest corner of Saskatchewan, we have been advised of 1 of Lake Athabasca’s oddities — an early spawning run of lake trout that truly swim like salmon or steelhead into the rivers that enter the big lake. They get so thick, we had been advised, that all through the top of the run they’re an “every cast” proposition on the mouth of the Otherside River situated effortlessly within eyesight of the lodge.
The top of the run?
“Any minute now,” referred to Cliff Blackmur, the namesake of the inn that put up with us for per week. “they are late, so we’re expecting them if you are here.”
however, even a decade ago, Cliff could tell things were changing. climate patterns had been distinct in the north country at the present time. This time of yr, he mentioned, things should be dry and sunny during the day, and temperatures should be tickling the 32-degree mark overnight. in its place, on the 2nd day at Blackmur’s the wind whipped up out of the west, blowing in a entrance that introduced with it 4 straight days of unsettled climate that covered commonplace rain (heavy from time to time), potent gusts of wind and breakers on the lake that rivaled any I’ve experienced at sea. hour of darkness temps dipped best into the 40’s due to steady cloud cover.
or not it’s the bloodless, Cliff defined, that brings this entertaining run of lakers — small by using Mackinaw necessities, weighing in between four and 12 kilos — into the river mouth and finally up into the rapids and runs of the river to spawn. devoid of the cold, there’s no telling when the fish will exhibit up.
however issues had been searching up. That very morning, our guide, Louie Isadore, motored us into the mouth of the river, and my fishing associate, Kirk Deeter, proceeded to stick a pleasant 10-pound laker on a red bunny leach. It was an indication of good things to come.
however over the subsequent a few days, reports of lakers getting into the river had been spotty at choicest. We’d are trying each morning earlier than heading out to face the wind and the rain on the huge lake, and more commonly than no longer, we’d come up empty.
Louie had the most sensible clarification.
“The fish aren’t here,” noted the native Canadian and a member of the Black Lake First Nation. “Let’s are attempting somewhere else.” And off we’d go, to chase northern pike with fly rods, a thrill to make certain. but the trout … their absence at the end of my fly line haunted me for days.
Then, as reports of lakers within the river mouth grew to be more prominent (“We got four in 20 minutes!” … that type of element) from fellow guests on the hotel, my inability to hook into one of the most huge fish turned into beginning to get below my epidermis. ultimately, I came to grips with the seemingly fact — it wasn’t intended to be. The lakers wouldn’t be had, at least no longer via me, and not on this commute.
So, I took an afternoon toward the end of our week in the north nation, hijacked Louie, and marched him up the Otherside River a mile or two to seize the lowly whitefish. The Athabasca whitefish is really regarded a necessary seize right here in Saskatchewan. Louie, over the path of the week, raved concerning the whitefish’s combating means, and that i’m certain the fish has discovered its strategy to the table of many a first Nation household through the years.
I figured, on the grounds that the lakers weren’t cooperating, I might as a minimum add the whitefish to my go back and forth’s small record of conquests.
We arrived on the river, and Louie pointed to the water, the place massive fish were really rising, possibly to a few unseen insect. I figured the catching could be fairly elementary — the place I come from, whitefish don’t require too an awful lot thought to connect with, and that they have saved many a trout shuttle from utter disaster. “Whities” will commonly take a fly when a rainbow or brown will continue to be stubbornly tight-lipped.
So after I tied a measurement 12 Adams to the tippet of my 4-weight rod, I anticipated to make a few casts and latch into a whitefish. It wasn’t to be. really, as I stood hip-deep in the cold waters of this Athabascan river an hour later, trimming lower back a dimension 18 micro-caddis to little more than a naked hook so that it may, just maybe, resemble the emerger that these fish were absolutely eating, I puzzled to myself, “could whitefish possibly be this selective? and could they maybe be this selective … right here? within the core of nowhere?”
“You certain these are whitefish?” I requested Louie.
“Yuh,” he spoke of shortly in the trademark First Nation accent, blended a little bit with the Canadian emphasis. “Whitefish.”
of course, i used to be more than somewhat pissed off. And negative Louie turned into probably beside himself, questioning when the crazy American fly fisherman would call it a day and admit that the Otherside River’s whitefish had gotten the best of him.
“you have got whatever that sinks?” Louie requested me. “Or do you’ve got a Mepps #1? Whitefish like that.”
I introduced precious little with me to this far flung vicinity, figuring I could tie flies as we vital them (and we would essential them), and that i did not deliver any spinning apparatus with me at all. however I did select up a few weighted white Woolly Buggers from the lodge, considering they may do the trick for the lake trout within the river mouth.
after which I had a concept. I requested Louie to hand me my Tenkara rod, a totally overseas device to him and just about anyone else at the inn who giggled on the notion of me and Deeter the usage of these long, supple jap fly rods to chase Arctic grayling. it truly is, until we lower back to the inn with photos of trophy fish plucked from the Grease River the usage of most effective a rod and a line … no reel.
Louie obliged, and passed the large rod down to me from his perch on the bank. I brought a stretch of 3x tippet, and tied one of the large white flies to the conclusion, pondering I may flip the fly into the present and lifeless-flow it for just a few toes, and then let it swing. truthfully, the 4-weight just didn’t have the spine to with no trouble cast the massive fly, and the Tenkara provided the best opportunity I could conjure up to join with a whitefish.
I flipped the huge, heavy malicious program upstream right into a deep run where I’d considered rising fish, and let it sink to the bottom. Lifting the supple and sensitive Tenkara unless the road changed into tight, I could feel each twitch, every subtle change within the existing because the fly either bounced off the rocks or danced with a random push of river water. just because the fly became about to raise off the backside for a brief swing, I felt the road go tight.
I tugged, and all hell broke free.
“Louie,” I referred to lightly. “I obtained one.”
Louie leaped from his perch on the financial institution of above me and half sprinted, half stumbled down the riverbank to my facet. He’d viewed me combating grayling with the Tenkara, so he knew the rod had some obstacles. With most effective 12 feet of rod and 10 feet of line, I needed to play this fish fairly close to the place I hooked it, so Louie stayed shut.
“Whitefish battle tough, huh?” he requested as the Tenkara doubled over in an appreciative horseshoe, the road singing audibly because the fish pulled it in the course of the relocating water.
“They do,” I spoke of, struggling to hold the rod from breaking in two and to preserve the fish within an affordable distance of the financial institution and Louie’s waiting hands. I managed to make use of the fish’s personal desire to stream downstream to show it towards the financial institution and bring it slowly to the upper half of the water column. It turned into then that I noticed Louie’s eyes open huge.
“Oh,” he spoke of in what passes for pleasure among the many First Nation crowd. “That’s a lake trout.”
He scrambled up the financial institution looking for a internet, whatever he didn’t predict to use for a whitefish. And, it grew to be automatically clear, the rising fish have been no longer whitefish, but quite lakers breaching and staging for their annual spawn. Moments later, he turned into back at my aspect, internet at the equipped. Nothing plenty had changed for me. The fish was stubbornly refusing to circulation, and that i could handiest put so a lot power on the critter for fear of breaking either the tippet or the rod itself.
Slowly, with Louie by way of my aspect, I managed to coax the big char from the deep water and into the shallows, and about 10 minutes after hooking the fish, Louie slipped the internet under it and made the catch official.
I breathed a strained sigh of relief. It wasn’t so much of an exhale as it changed into a groan of liberation. The thought that I had seemingly just completed some thing no person else in the world had managed to achieve didn’t spring to mind, at least not immediately. i was extra grateful for the respite from so cautiously finessing a fish to the web that the hero second didn’t basically hit me for a minute or two.
Oh, but when it did, the grin was with no trouble from ear to ear as I watched the large char, possible 26 inches lengthy and weighing close to eight pounds, swim off into the present and rejoin its form on their annual migration up the Otherside River.
I caught three extra lakers over the next 20 minutes or so, but I did so the usage of the large fly attached to the four-weight fly rod, without problems because it allowed me to attain more fish that have been within the channel than did the Tenkara. The largest of the bunch doubtless weighed in around 10 kilos, a true load for the 4-weight, but a lot easier to deal with than had I hooked them with the Tenkara (although, fact learn, the Tenkara rod dealt with the weighted fly a lot more desirable than the easy usual fly rod).
After the fourth fish discovered its way into Louie’s web, i used to be done, sated.
“You know,” I instructed my guide, “you’re the primary guide to ever put a Tenkara angler on a huge Athabascan lake trout. Ever. on earth.” I figured I might get a response from Louie, and i did. however it turned into predictable.
“Yuh,” he pointed out. “i do know.”