Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Smith River Float, Montana


The Smith River is located in central Montana, and is a Tributary of the Missouri River.  It flows Northwest between the Big Belt and Little Belt mountains. The float is 59 miles and is only accessible via a lottery of permits each spring. It is a Class I river and has a Blue Ribbon trout ranking.



The float begins in White Springs, MT at Camp Baker.  It is a 4 night trip averaging 15 miles/day.



The flow when we put in was a bit high, but dropped to the optimum upper 500's during the float.  However, the water was off-color and visibility was limited to  8" or so which slowed fishing.





Loading the rafts at Camp Baker
The float consisted of Kevin McCafferty, Brandon McCafferty and myself.  We had a larger three-person raft and a small one person raft called a river master.

Author with the raft












The first day was a short float to Indian Springs, Mile 6. We fished a few spots among the way and landed a few fish. 


Taking down camp at Indian Springs



Arsenal of rods



We primaraly fished worms with a nymph trailer or a double streamer combo.  As expected, the larger fish were taken on the streamers.


My streamer box

Worm-nymph combo


After the first night, Brandon and I took the 'river master' across the river and fished where Indian Spring feeds into the Smith.  I caught a 17" brown on a streamer after only a few casts.


17" Brown

Kevin and the 19" Brown
       

Shortly after I caught my fish, Kevin joined us and landed a 19" brown after a long battle.


We filled up our water containers with fresh spring water at Indian Springs and then headed onwards to Sunset Cliff.

Filling our water jugs at Indian Springs
We had 17.6 miles to float for the day, which meant minimal stopping to fish along the way.  We had some showers throughout the day, but managed to arrive at camp as the sun was setting that evening.  The rain stopped just as we set up camp allowing us to have a nice dinner and catch a glimpse of a rainbow at Sunset Cliff.



The mist made for some great cliff shots

Brandon mans the watermaster
                                 
                Stopped for lunch



Sunset cliff was named after its orange hue, resembling a setting sun
 
The rainbow at sunset cliff that evening
Stonefly against sunset cliff

The next morning, all clouds had cleared and we only had 11.8 miles to float, meaning we got to stop quite a bit more to fish.


I manned the watermaster for most of the float on this day and managed to get some pictures of the different waterfowl that make the canyon their home.


Merganser taking off
Brandon & Kevin
When we stopped for lunch, I noticed a couple things.  There was a hatch of March Brown duns taking place and that there were fossils in many of the rocks on the shores

March Brown Dun


The dun is the first molt from the larval stage.  After the short period as a dun, the fly will molt again and become a spinner.  You can tell this fly is a dun by its darkly colored wings.


Most of the fossils that were found were of shells


We also encountered the Ranchman's Tiger Moth (Platyprepia virginalis) when stopping to gather driftwood for the fire




That night we fished from Fraunhoffer, our campsite, as Kevin set up camp (thank you Kevin!).


I managed to catch 3 Mountain Whitefish (a native species) in-a-row without hooking into a single trout










Picturesque latrine at Fraunhoffer
View of camp from cave




At Fraunhoffer camp, mile 35.4, we had great fishing but less than ideal weather.  We got a decent amount of rain that night and didn't even get a chance to get a fire going.  We ate smoked oysters and drank Yukon Jack under the tarp.


Staying dry
 
The next morning was clear and we cooked some trout for breakfast.  We had some time in the morning to fish and explore the area, so I hiked up to a cave across the river from camp and found some fossils and snapped some photos.

Breakfast  
Brandon and me at lunch


On the way to our final camp site, Black Butte, we stopped to hike to a cave we had heard about that was said to have pictographs.  We had some lunch and a couple beers and began our hike.  After a while we realized we should have reached the cave as the trail tapered off and our hiking became more treacherous.  After hiking a few miles in the wrong direction, we hiked back to the start of the trail and realized we took a wrong turn right off-the-bat.  We hiked to the REAL cave and found the pictographs as promised.

View of the Smith from near the cave




The cave had many pictographs and we were able to decipher a few, including: people, a sun, a bear and birds.







Animal (bear?) pictograph



That night at Black Butte, mile 44.8, we feasted on Elk steaks thanks to Kevin and his skills with a bow.



Elk Steak


















As we loaded up the rafts the next morn, Brandon managed to land another nice brown right at camp.
Author manning the BIG raft
On our last day, we left the canyon and entered pastoral fields where we were greeted by cattle and sheep.  We floated 14.1 miles to the take-out at Eden Bridge (mile 58.9).






I managed 2 more nice browns that day before reaching take-out.  Streamers were the hot item and the bigger the better.

















Big streamer

We reached Eden bridge around 5pm (much earlier than expected) and packed up our gear and headed home.  We were exhausted.


 Our float on the Smith was over and it had been a great one.
The crew at take-out

The next day we packed the raft up again and floated the Missouri River in Cascade. Brandon managed to catch rainbow after rainbow.  I didn't catch any fish until that evening.  By swinging caddis pupa at sunset we managed to pull in a rainbow seemingly with every cast.

 Brandon and his big bow
Author and 15' bow








END

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Slow Fall on the Brule




Brandon fishes the Brule
In 2011, the author and friend, Brandon McCafferty, made two attempts at fishing for steelhead on the mighty Brule in Wisconsin.  On October 9th, the men packed up their gear and set off to fish the unseasonably warm and dry fall run.  We camped at Brule river campground and woke up before sunrise each morn to make it to the river before the sun.

Brandon fishing a hole that produced the only steelie
The waters were extremely shallow as not much rain had fallen in the past month. To add to the confusion for us new steelheaders,  the temperatures rose to the 80's during our trip on the 9th of October.  After exhausting ourselves hiking to many holes, Brandon produced the only steelhead for the trip.
Brandon and his steelhead
Utilizing a dead-drift with a large strike indicator and an electric blue copper John, Brandon landed a nice chrome steelie.  This skip-jack (or one-salt for you coasties) put up a heck of a fight and exploded out of the water multiple times.  After some crafty net-work by yours truly, the fish was landed.

Chrome
A water color of the above shot I painted that winter


We fished many other holes on this trip, but failed to catch anything other than a couple of small browns.
Great back-cast



The undaunted-duo returned to the river on Halloween weekend.  There had not been any rain since their last trip, but being bull-headed and not easily discouraged they tried their luck again.
A beautiful bend on the Brule
The temps continued to drop along with the water and flow data, and we opted for a cheap hotel in place of our usual tent.

Pink salmon caught by author

Again, we woke up before the sun, and headed to some new spots.  The author managed to land one straggler humpie before noon.
A skate fly
A selection of steelhead flies
Although many more holes, and attempts were made, our casts were futile and we left empty-handed.  The waters had become too low and fish were not entering the tributaries.  No one knows if the fish were going to hold out for rain (which never came), or hold on and make a spring run.



This brown seemed dead...but came to life!
This picture of the author with a large brown is a bit misleading.  This brown was seen dead in the water, and we (being skunked for the most part) wanted to pose with the massive fish. Upon grabbing the trout, some residual life-force re-entered the fish and I grappled with it before the shot was taken.