Fishing Alaska: The Alaskan Sampler Plate...Part I

I just recently returned from my first fishing tripwe could have used several different
to Alaska.If you have ever dreamed of headingmethods-we used the single egg on seven weight
to the last frontier, but have continuously put itfly rods and it didn't take long before all of us
off because of this reason or that---STOPwere catching 20 inch -or better- trout. None of
PUTTING IT OFF!!I myself, found reason afterus caught any of the "mythical" 36 inch monsters,
reason to delay one of my "dream trips" until Ibut everyone caught quality fish--and plenty of
could no longer stand it any longer."Damn the timethem.Greg landed a nice 25 inch Rainbow and I
constraints and load up the Visa card boys--werehad landed a beautiful 24 inch Dolly.The canyon
headin' to Alaska!!"What I expected was a : 'youwas a blast and even though we didn't catch as
should have been here in the seventies', "spawnedmany fish as we had caught in the morning, the
out" fishing destination--but what I found was afish were all quality. Of course, the real thrill came
place I can't wait to return to.The Kenaiwhen we were false charged(if you can call it
peninsula-which to a lot of fishermen is a placefalse) by a big sow Brown bear(see Grizzly) who
that is overfished and to easily accesible-was justwas protecting her cub. All this happened while I
fine to me. Eleven different types of fish, fromhad a nice 23 inch rainbow on.(see brown spots in
fourteen inch Grayling to seventy pound Halibutwaders!!)We also each caught a few more
found it's way on to my fishing rod, andSockeye as we took a break from trout fishing
considering I only had one week to fish in Alaska,and did some more "swinging". In fact, Greg
I would say the only way I could havestarted catching so many Sockeye-even with his
experienced more fish ...would be to order thefly gear- that we started to call him "Sockeye
Alaskan sampler plate at the Red Lobster!!EachGreg"! We also chided him that he was cutting
and every day seemed to get better andinto our trout time, everytime it took him more
better.Lets take a look at my own personalthan five minutes to land his fish!!The trip ended
Alaskan Sampler Plate....We started with a nicewith a motoring across Skilak lake-which is a
little three mile hike complete with float tube"wide spot in the road" on the Kenai river. Skilak,
"necklace" and blister inducing wading boots toalong with Kenai lake help to make the Kenai river
Fuller Lakes. We were after Grayling, which wouldwhat it is--an incredible fishery.The trip was all
serve as a nice little appetizer of fourteen inchcatch and release--so when we returned to
"dancers" on our five weight fly rods. The three"Camp Yuppie Fisher" the only thing we had take
mile hike would also help to take a little of thewith us was our bear story and any hygenic fall
"starch" out my overly stimulated fishingout from the experience.So, if you are keeping
gland-which was "swollen" with anticipation of fishscore-that's four differnet species of fish in two
filled waters.Evidently,they don't believe indays!!That trip ended Allens' work week, and like
switchbacks in Alaska, because the trail seemedany overworked - underpaid guide, he started his
to go straight up,and when we got to the end of"days off" by...going fishing!!We all went to Quartz
the trail-the sweat I wrung out of my shirt madecreek that evening and fished for more BIG Dolly
me wonder why I even bothered to bringVardens on a little spawning tributary of the
waders!!When we got to the lake, a small fiveupper Kenai. I was fishing a new technique-called
acre lake, it was shrouded in fog and I could only"cast and look back over your shoulder", which I
trust that Clayton- our friend, pseudo-guide,andhad just developed since seeing more Brown Bear
part time mountain goat- had led us to a fivetracks on the sand bar I was fishing on. After this
acre lake, since you could only see about twentymornings encounter, I was happy to move
five yards in front of you.Nonetheless, tubesfurther downstream and let any bears in the
were filled and we set off into the fog like ghostvicinity have this sand bar for there watering and
ships disappearing into the great unknown.It mightfeeding hole. Clayton also mentioned that he saw
as well have been the start of a trans-Atlanticsome wolf tracks, which was beginning to make
journey for all I knew, because as soon asme feel like a buffet item at the "all you can eat"
Clayton paddled thirty yards out--Greg and I wereWildlife Diner.At this point, something should be
on our own with nothing but the occasional splashsaid about the famed "long days" of the Alaskan
of a hooked Grayling to act as a sound beacon tosummers. Even in mid August the summer days
guide our way.Eventually, after kicking around inare still very long with dark not coming until after
my float tube for a half hour,I found a nice10:00 p.m- so it is not uncommon to fish until dark.
twelve inch Grayling. Then another andThis makes for a lot of red eyed fishermen and
another...until I giggled happily as the hookedguides, and might have something to do with the
Grayling danced around me. My "giggles in the"crankiness" of some of the sleep deprived
mist" attracted Greg and Clayton and afterfishermen--and the endless string of espresso
twenty or thirty fish ,we decided to leave Fullerstands that you almost could jump from roof to
lake. Thank goodness Clayton and Greg knewroof and never touch ground in Alaska.That might
how to get back to the starting point on thebe a slight exaggeration--but there are ALOT of
lake,otherwise I might still be up at Fuller Lake,espresso stands.Day three on the Alaskan
living on Grayling sushi.I never did actually see thatsampler, required a drive and another semi- short
lake-and I hope it wasn't an abirition--cause I surehike.I could tell you where-but then I would have
had fun!!Fuller lake was the perfect warm up, soto send you to Afghanistan and place you in an
to speak, and after a brief rest at Camp Yuppieunderground tunnel where you would never be
Fisher,found or seen again.It was a special place and
we were ready for a little "Sockeyeactually can be figured out if you do some
Swinging".Now, before you think that this is someresearch, but we had the whole place to
sort of kinky Alaskan male-female-fish menage -aourselves, and I am not quite ready to give up
- trois, or the latest winter solstice- blues bustingthe name of this "sanctuary"!!We wound up waist
dance craze, understand that the Sockeye Swingdeep in saltwater fishing for Pink Salmon--lovingly
is a technique of catching Sockeye Salmon on areferred to as "humpys" in Alaska. You can
fly.Or- snagging them in the mouth -as the localquickly understand where they get their nickname
guides like to refer to the techniques ratherafter seeing the "quasimodo" hump(speaking of
unique use of fly, 3/8 oz weight, and nervoussanctuary) that bulges from their back as they
"shoulder twitch"!!Boy--it sure catches a lottaready themselves for the spawning run up creeks
fish.Keep in mind, in Alaska--snagging a Salmonand rivers.I'm not exactly sure why they get all
anywhere in front of the gill plate is considered agrotesque like that--I'm just glad our spawning
fair hooked fish-- and before you get on yourrituals don't result in such an obvious display of
purist high horse--also consider that over a milliontransformation!!This day was truly a saltwater fly
and one-half Sockeye will return on the Kenaifishing dream. Seven weight rods, and a fly we
alone this year!!Viva la Sockeye Swing!As withcleverly named "Pink Floyd", which might give you
most Salmon, the Sockeye really isn't interesteda hint as to which color it was, and fish stacked
in eating when it hits the river,so the only way toup like cord wood waiting to head up out of the
really catch them is to drift something into theresaltwater into freshwater. You could see the fins
mouths. (Although a friend of mine tells me thatprotruding up out of the water and this was the
later in the spawn they will get angry and hit justclosest thing to "bonefishing" that I have ever
about anything.)The only downside was thedone.Moving into the "herd" and casting out about
continuous fighting of six to ten pound fish on flyforty to fifty feet, then stripping slowly back
rods, which is not much of a downside as far as Iwould yield fish after fish after fish....until we were
am concerned.We also released all but threeactually exhausted from hooking and landing
Salmon, and they were not sporting the bright"humpys". AND these fellars would take the
red color yet.I could have quit fishing now andfly!!!Then the "humpys" would move and you
been satisfied with the trip, but we were justwould follow their dorsals until you were casting
getting started.The next day was one of theinto group again.There were more Pinks then
best- and most underrated trips- on the Kenai"extras" in a remake of Ben Hur!!Numerous times
peninsula.The upper Kenai for trout.Allen, a firstall three of us(Greg,Clayton and I) would have
year Alaskan fishing guide, and the son of"triples" on and we literally quit because our arms
Clayton, was going to be our guide that day.Thewere getting sore!Bummer.We even had our own
first thing I noticed about Allen was that he was"Pink Floyd" parody by the end as we sang: "all in
walking around with nail polish. It was the eveningall.. it's just a ..nother fish on the pole..." do do do
before our trip and Allen slipped into the "guidesdo.....On our way out of saltwater flyfishing
fish hut", where they tie flies and ready their gearnirvana, we stopped to view the Pinks and Chum
for the following days floats and trips. Now, theSalmon that had already made it into freshwater
fact that Allen was carrying a bottle of Revlonand were beginning to bury eggs. We even
"creamsicle shaded" teflon coated "nailspotted a wayward Sockeye which looked about
enhancement" might not be of concern toas out of place as a "Jay-Z" fan at a "Yanni"
you--but all I could think was that it must beconcert. I hoped at least one more wayward
tough being a first year guide in Alaska!! I hadSockeye of the opposite sex would wander up
already heard the term"fish- bitch" bandied aboutthat stream, otherwise the big moment in that
in guide circles, and thought the worst for poorSalmons existence was going to go unfulfilled.We
Allen.If he showed up in stilletto heels andheaded back for "Camp Yuppie Fisher" and
mascara in the morning--I WAS OUT!!My curiositydecided to take the evening off from
got the best of me and I took a peak into thefishing.Instead, we hiked to the Russian River Falls,
fish hut,(O.K. -so I'm a sicko!) and was releaved towhere we watched another "fisherman" catching
see Allen painting "fishbeads" with the nail polish. Infish in a more native Alaskan way. Actually, it was
fact, the whole bench was covered with variousa "fisherwomen" and she would just swim back
shades and colors of choice-and each guide hadand forth at the falls picking out Sockeye like an
their own personal favorite shade that they usedinformed consumer at a local fish market.Finally
to seduce FISH!Whew, what a relief!!Early morningselecting her "catch o' the day" by burying her
found us on the upper Kenai, floating in 20 foothead in the water and pulling out a nice "catch" by
Willie Drift boats(Made right here in myher teeth. Then she would sit back and eat her
hometown.) with four fishermen, and Allen at thecatch like a giant sushi popsicle, tossing it aside
helm. I checked out Allens fingernails-just to behalf eaten while a watchful sea gull waited like a
sure- and felt comfortable that the beads werehungry bus boy about to swoop up some
the only things being painted! The fishbeads areleftovers.This time we were viewing the Brown
supposed to simulate single Salmon eggs floatingbear from a safe distance on top of an overlook
downstream,and the nail polish gives them aand didn't really feel any danger since Salmon
"milky" look-much like real eggs look like as theyprobably taste better than Sal-MAN.I think??So,
float downstream.We put in above the Russianday three results--five different fish species, three
River, and the plan was to drift down throughdifferent bear experiences, and three sore
"The Canyon" all the way to Skilak Lake. I guessshoulders!!End of part 1A.J. Klott
the theory is that the big trout in Skilak see theAuthor, writer of fishing humor,and "fly tack"
Salmon heading through the lake, and follow thempeddler. A.J. writes about the people, characters
like kids follow an ice cream truck in summer.and modern day events that surround the fishing
Whatever the reason- there are some bigworld. His first book is due out in December of
Rainbows and Dolly Vardens in the river. Although2005.