Living in Seattle, Washington, I never imagined just how close Russia is to the Pacific Northwest. Fly to Anchorage, Alaska and overnight. On the following morning, catch Japanese owned Yakutia Air Company’s 4 and ½ hour weekly flight from Anchorage across the Bering Sea to the Russian port city of Petropavlovsk Kamchastky. Return flights to the US are scheduled the following week. Today, Kamchatka is one of the most exciting ecotourism destinations worldwide. Hiking, trekking, climbing, wildlife photography, world class fly fishing and more are just a few of the activities that make Kamchatka a jewel in the crown of East Russia. I hope to return to this land of active and dormant volcanoes that soar above the clouds in 2016. Please enjoy a taste of my last adventure to this land of “fire and ice.”
This year I published an essay in Triple A’s Journey Magazine. Response was overwhelming. Why did people call and write the magazine? Nostalgia, plain and simple. The longing to rekindle a sentimental moment shared with a loved one burned as bright today as when it occurred long past. Often happy and melancholy memories are triggered by associations, such as a song on Pandora, or a photo online or in print; and, fortunately in this paradoxical era “where instant communication isn’t fast enough”, the written word that can still evoke heartfelt emotions that helped shaped who we are today. Thanks to all who still believe that nature is the gateway to a life full of hidden treasures.
Fly fishing the Missouri River above Cascade Lake out of Craig Montana in early April is not for the average angler. Snow, rain, hail, wind and sun are always in the forecast. However the rewards of early spring fishing far out weigh any concerns for weather. That’s why we spend $$$ on guide clothes, right?
This year, I selected the same dates to fish the MO as last year. Big surprise. Record snowpacks and cold temperatures extended winter well into early April. However, we still caught “angry” Browns and “feisty” rainbows on adult skwala patterns as well as the short leash nymphing technique. (See previous post) If you go say hi to Headhunters Fly Shop owner Mark Raiser. Ask for Jared Edens to guide you. You won’t be disappointed. (yes that’s a purple Skwala)
New article on chasing wild Rainbows in the “wilds” of Kamchatka, Russia
Fall streamer fishing on the Yakima River in Eastern Washington State is picking up. The rainbows are looking for a “big” meal as winter approaches. They can sense the weather change as water temperatures begin to drop. Its a quiet and peaceful time to be on the river. Big Horn Sheep are back in the Yakima Canyon. Look closely along the hillsides and you will see them. Short floats are best this time of year. Watch the water temperatures closely. There is a cold snap coming however it should warm up after the front moves through.
Just returned from the Missouri River, at Craig, Montana. Amazing fishing for big brown trout with a very cool technique – short leash nymphing. check it out and let me know if you have used this approach with success.
Take Your Pusla PDF
Coming in 2011 – The Deadly Hatch – a new Miles Cavanaugh mystery
Excerpt – all rights copyrighted, 2010, Michael Hamilton
“What is it about the coming sunrise that makes the new day yet to be lived full of promise and possibility. Where does the hope linger in each of us that the new dawn will bring something fresh, something undiscovered? In the darkness, before the coming light gains quickly on the day, not pausing for a second to stop and rest awhile, I have felt giddy with excitement and apprehension. Maybe even blessed, not in any religious sense, because I don’t believe in any one man’s religion, but more thankful to marvel at the colors and clarity of the moment while not knowing how the day will turn out. I would soon discover that no one in the Eastern Washington town of Cascade could have imagined what this day would bring, how it would turn out, as the sun broke above the horizon in a fiery blaze of glowing reds, smeared like a streak of paint across the new born sky. It was an eerie scene. Thin, funneled shaped clouds with jagged edges, looking like an army of red tinged daggers, marched in columns ahead of the rising sun. Someone up early for work or school or just coming home from the graveyard shift at Braxton Fertilizer must have thought to themselves, “Red Sky in the Morning Sailors Warning”, maybe even said it aloud. But if they did, no one could remember hearing anything of the sort. Too bad. “