size of flies?

I totally agree it's about the fly you are confident in and how one fishes it.

Time and again I've had my buddy fish behind me with a fly similar to the one I was using and hook up and other times, I've hooked up behind him. It's all about confidence, pure and simple.

Just last summer I watched a guy land a 30lb. chinook on the Cowlitz with a dry line and a fly that was little more than gold tinsel and very sparse squirrel hair, light wire hook, size 4. The fish rose and anihilated the fly. He'd already hooked two steelies earlier in the day on the same fly---in bright sunlight, no less.

What's his "go to fly" on the Cowlitz in the summer? You guessed it, that little "nothing" fly, the guy cleans up on that river with that thing, with a run that's pretty much 100% hatchery fish.

It's all about feeling the mojo in the fluff and feathers that's attached to your leader, nothing more, nothing less. The rest is all about reading water and presentation and CONFIDENCE.

But it's cool to have so many choices in flies!

is mojo some sort of code for smelly jelly? :)


Where's the Bucket?
:rofl: Man, I really thought the guy had to be using smelly jelly on the Cowlitz, considering the fly he was hooking those fish on! It was incredible. I won't go into how he landed that chinook on his two wt. rod, either. That's another story...

I have to agree with some of William (Inland) and other's takes. Once these rivers, either west or east side, reach their summer flows, put on a full floater and either a very sparse wet fly or a skater and go have some fun. The flies are a joy to cast and the fish have no problem seeing and grabbing them, it's their job, after all. A few summers ago, a buddy and I hooked three fish in a run on skaters on an east side river--after two drift boats had just pulled plugs through it.

Poppy, I totally agree about those Clearwater fish and their propensity for sparse flies. They seemed to enjoy my very sparse Doc Spratley last time I was there!

There is a certain evolution every fly fisher goes through, I think. In my earlier years of chasing these beasties, it was a numbers game, so I thought I had to go deep to get fish and if I caught only "One" fish in a day, I was disappointed. But now, after years of fishing and many fish to hand, and less time to fish (family obligations) if I can go out and get a fish to come to a skated fly once or twice a season and get some vicious grabs on wet flies in between, I'm a happy man. And it's not just because I hooked these fish, it's because I hooked them on my own terms and brought them to my fly instead of me bringing my fly to them. I derive a lot of pleasure out of catering to the small amount of wildness (not including the B.C. fish!) these fish have left, that's not been bred out of them.

But I know where Tall and Steelie Mike are coming from and I totally get it, because I was there once, too. Especially the part about getting out several times a week! :)

Bottom line, fish by whatever method and whatever fly feeds your soul, because when all is said and done, every one of those fish will forever linger in our memories. Some definitely more than others, to be sure!


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