Fishing Tips

Thoughts On Steelhead Fishing

I was out on the Feather today after checking the weather report on some clouds and possible rain. The weather was a lie. I was almost skunked for the day until I caught a small trout on some awesome technical midge dry fly fishing. No steelhead were caught today but the trip really got me thinking.

Fly fishermen chase steelhead when the salmon arrive. While everyone else is out trying to catch salmon we fly fishermen are behind them swinging and nymphing for steelhead. Why would anyone want to chase steelhead when you have a bigger, more powerful, and readily available fish? Here are some reasons why fly anglers chase steelhead rather than salmon.

1. Steelhead are actually eating.

  • Steelhead feed on bugs, fry, and salmon eggs as they migrate upstream. There is no snagging or flossing a steelhead, when a fish takes you can feel the grab. Salmon don’t eat and they will only legally take if you manage to piss them off which can be a difficult task if your fighting crowds.

2. Steelhead are challenging.

  • My estimate is that for every 25 salmon there is 1 steelhead. Steelhead are very elusive creatures and if you’ve never caught one you’d probably never even notice they were there. They are extremely wary of their surroundings and if your having a fun time slipping on rocks in the water they’ll know it.
  • A friend of mine likes to say that even in a drought salmon will come up to spawn making them a dumb fish. He states that steelhead are smart because they are more dependent on the correct weather to  move up. No rain, no steelhead. Although steelhead aren’t too picky about their fly selection they’ll often prefer one fly over the other. Also prepare to wade through the freezing cold water, fight your way through the sharp thorn bushes, brave the storms, and tumble down a few times to the prime access points. Steelhead are the ultimate test to an anglers dedication and patience. Put on your A-game because this isn’t going to be easy.

3. Steelhead are hard fighting.

  • Although salmon pull the hardest and fight like a tank, steelhead pull the furthest and fight like a jet. Once a steelhead gets airborne you better lower your rod tip asap or else “boink!” that hook is going to be shooting out right back at you. I’ve never had so many big fish throw my hook. You cannot simply haul them in, you need to be patient and play the fish fighting game. If you do manage to land one you just beat the best of the best and will be rewarded with one of nature’s most beautiful fish.

4. Steelhead don’t die after they spawn.

  • One of the gifts of catching and releasing a steelhead is knowing that they will return again another day, bigger, stronger, and smarter. It is quite the feeling after you release your first steelhead. After a hard fought battle you pick up the fish and gaze upon that spotted back and see the reflection of that red stripe for the first time. You start to think about the long and dangerous journey that this fish has taken. A venture that only you can end or continue. As you begin to resuscitate the fish back and forth, finally you feel that last push away. You watch as the fish continues its imprinted quest into the unknown that awaits it.

Before I caught my first steelhead I would literally have dreams of catching one. I must have logged in over 70 hours on my steelhead report card before I hooked my first and damn was that an amazing experience. I understand how to fish for them now and since have caught them on a regular basis. I respect steelhead as the ultimate fish for a fly angler to chase. Fish on.

First steelhead I ever caught
Trinity River

Solo Trout Bum On The Trinity

Trinity River Fishing Stop #1

The Trinity River boasts some of the biggest steelhead in California with 10+ pounders being caught occasionally during the season. I had some CSET testing to do in Redding and at the time, was thinking about doing a day trip fishing the Upper Sacramento River. After paying a visit to the local fly shop I decided to go big or go home. This would mark my first overnight solo yolo camping trip to an area that I’ve never been to. With my fly rod, fishing vest, camping supplies, and a pillow and blanket I was off.

Trinity River
I arrived at my destination on the Trinity around 3pm. The drive was fairly pleasant despite the heat the entire trip. As I pasted through the numerous small towns and road construction I took the time to admire the geography of the canyons, mountains, and valleys. Once I went over the bridge entering the canyon I could see the river below me and she was as beautiful as ever, the Trinity. Seeing the river made me very excited, so excited that I had to stop myself from pulling the car over to the many turnouts that lined the river to try and fish it.

Once I had driven over and scouted my “HQ” campground it was time to find an area to gear up and fish. About five minutes away I found my spot. It had a long run and a deep pool at the end of it. Surely there would be some steelhead there. So I pulled into the turnout, geared up, and found the way down canyon. As I was lining my fly rod I could feel the heat of the beaming sun. My car read that it was 95 degrees at this time. After touching the water I felt it wasn’t cold. I used my stream thermometer and saw that the water was about 68 degrees which is alarming when fishing for steelhead. After I looped up my 1x leader, I tight-lined a nymph down the pool and caught a few small trout but nothing I was looking for. Working my way upstream, I finally came to a riffle area that was too wide to nymph and decided to throw on my sinking tip to swing the flies and more water. Each step moving upstream made these little frogs hop into the water. I should have brought my frog flies.

About an hour after I started fishing the wind really started to pick up. The water would shimmer which ever way the wind was blowing making it harder to cast and detect bites. After covering the run and only catching smaller fish I decided to head back to the car and find a new area to fish. I had about an hour and a half of sunlight left so I left quickly, bushwhacking through shrubs and trees to get back to my car.
After finding my next spot with relative ease. I dropped down to the end of the riffle and starting working my way up again. Time and time again I would get a hook up but only catch small trout. There was about fifteen minutes of light left so I packed up and headed back to the campground.

I found a camping spot and after paying for it I decided to start a campfire. I challenged myself on how many matches I would need to use to get one going. It took four. Three too many. After eating dinner and hanging around for a bit. I felt lonely but not a needing someone else kind of lonely. It was the feeling of tranquility and peace. Nothing else in the world beside me and what ever else was out there. It was a weird feeling that I didn’t understand but accepted it. I was beginning to tire so I set up my car bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep but I’m not known for sleeping in comfortable areas. The night was fairly warm and didn’t get cold until around early morning. I had planned my next strategy, to attack the run at its source.

Yolo Campfire

Although I found myself waking up during various parts of the night I woke up just in time to pack things up and head on out. I stopped by a rest area to brush my teeth and wash my face and after that I was off to the town of Hoopa, which is about 10 miles away from the mouth of the Trinity River.

Once I got to Hoopa I mapped out an area outside the town that I was hoping to fish. Unfortunately it turned out to be on top of a cliff so I had to back track down to town. I found a new spot with a long riffled run. The bottom of the water looked was very sandy and full of algae like I was at the ocean and it smelled like it too. The water was warmer than the outside temperature which made the fish extremely aggressive.There was another fly fishermen fishing it from the other side and while I was lining my rod I could hear his reel screaming as he hooked up. The fish weren’t that big though so I thought to myself that they were probably just half-pounders, immature steelhead, making there way up from the ocean first. After I hooked a few I could tell they were half-pounders. They were stronger than the average native trout; they were on the smaller side but they threw the hook easy during their jumps if you didn’t play them carefully.

The Trinity River is all barbless. After the other fisherman left I had the whole run to myself and I covered it like crazy. I hooked and landed one of the bigger half-pounders of the day and took and picture with it. As I fished that I run I saw the biggest fish of the trip roll over. It had the steelhead colors so I knew it wasn’t a salmon. It must have been at least 28″ and 8+ pounds. I cast several times in its direction but nothing happened. I was off to a new spot.

Trinity River Half-Pounder

Scrambling through my map I saw a piece of the river that I wanted to fish. I was distracted and stopped at a different place along the way. This was underneath the Hoopa bridge where there was a nice run below the bridge and above it was glassy slow moving water. I didn’t catch anything in the run but above it there was some good technical fly fishing. Stealth and presentation were key.

Now when you swing a fly the line is tight therefore when the fish takes it you can feel the jolt of the take. Its one of the most exciting ways to fish for trout. I hooked a few half-pounders with this technique and right around 10am they stopped biting. They were still rising for midges (my best guess) but I wasn’t going to take the time to fish for them that way. After switching through several flies and hooking one last fish I decided to end my trip.

It was quite the experience living as a true trout bum. Its amazing how such great rivers and streams are so close to us in Northern California. Four hours is a short drive when your on the water giving the best presentations to these amazing fish while intercepting them as they continue their hundred mile journey to spawn.  I didn’t get my ten pounder but I will be out there again until I get one. As for now I am looking into different streams to be a trout bum on. Steelhead season… its on!

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