Weekend in the Ottawa River
Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 4:02 pm
Stayed close to home this past weekend - did a little house work, a little shopping - and I hit the Ottawa River Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Tried the Quebec shore on Saturday evening around 6pm. There was a light caddis hatch, but no risers, so I tied on a #10 conehead marabou muddler. Fished the foam line along the rapids and only got a nibble. I moved upstream to the top of the rapids and drifted my fly downstream in about 2' of water.
A fish took it and stayed down and as I brought it in it put up a real good fight. As I got it up close, I saw the red spots and when it was finally brought to hand, I realized I had caught my first Ottawa River brown trout in 8 years. It was a hale and hearty 12" fish that was quickly released. Sorry, no pics...I'm always uneasy about taking my camera in the river.
Sunday morning I returned to the same spot to find several others in the water. I fished it for about 30 minutes before heading off to Bate Island. In the middle channel between the islands the water is flowing well and is at a decent depth. Managed a few 1 lb smallies on a bead head wooly bugger.
Went towards the Ontario side and staked out my position along the rock reef that extends out just to the east of the Champlain bridge. It was a veritable bass-a-palooza! Virtually every cast produced fish between 1 and 2 pounds.
A fellow fly angler decided to join me, but his streamside etiquette left much to be desired. He walked within 15 feet of my position and began casting in the same spot as I was.
If you're reading this - slim guy with the cigarette, moustache, baseball cap, and tattoos - perhaps you could allow an angler a little more space. It felt like I was fishing a Lake Ontario tributary. I kept my eye on him to prevent myself from snagging him on the backcast. He didn't seem to be catching a thing. You know, had he excused himself before passing within a few feet of me or engaged me in conversation, I might have given him a fly and a few pointers (both of which he very obviously needed).
On the way out I met a newbie flyfisher. I introduced myself and gave him a few tips on casting and fly selection. He was a very enthusiastic type and I'm sure he'll take to flyfishing pretty well once he gets the hang of it. I also ran into an OFS buddy and we yakked a bit before he headed into the water & I headed home.
It was a great weekend to get re-acquainted with the Ottawa River. We are so very fortunate to have such a precious waterway at our doorstep.
Tried the Quebec shore on Saturday evening around 6pm. There was a light caddis hatch, but no risers, so I tied on a #10 conehead marabou muddler. Fished the foam line along the rapids and only got a nibble. I moved upstream to the top of the rapids and drifted my fly downstream in about 2' of water.
A fish took it and stayed down and as I brought it in it put up a real good fight. As I got it up close, I saw the red spots and when it was finally brought to hand, I realized I had caught my first Ottawa River brown trout in 8 years. It was a hale and hearty 12" fish that was quickly released. Sorry, no pics...I'm always uneasy about taking my camera in the river.
Sunday morning I returned to the same spot to find several others in the water. I fished it for about 30 minutes before heading off to Bate Island. In the middle channel between the islands the water is flowing well and is at a decent depth. Managed a few 1 lb smallies on a bead head wooly bugger.
Went towards the Ontario side and staked out my position along the rock reef that extends out just to the east of the Champlain bridge. It was a veritable bass-a-palooza! Virtually every cast produced fish between 1 and 2 pounds.
A fellow fly angler decided to join me, but his streamside etiquette left much to be desired. He walked within 15 feet of my position and began casting in the same spot as I was.
If you're reading this - slim guy with the cigarette, moustache, baseball cap, and tattoos - perhaps you could allow an angler a little more space. It felt like I was fishing a Lake Ontario tributary. I kept my eye on him to prevent myself from snagging him on the backcast. He didn't seem to be catching a thing. You know, had he excused himself before passing within a few feet of me or engaged me in conversation, I might have given him a fly and a few pointers (both of which he very obviously needed).
On the way out I met a newbie flyfisher. I introduced myself and gave him a few tips on casting and fly selection. He was a very enthusiastic type and I'm sure he'll take to flyfishing pretty well once he gets the hang of it. I also ran into an OFS buddy and we yakked a bit before he headed into the water & I headed home.
It was a great weekend to get re-acquainted with the Ottawa River. We are so very fortunate to have such a precious waterway at our doorstep.