Fishing Victor, Idaho

By Thomas R. Dempsey, M.D. CCI

Had an opportunity to try some trout around Victor, Idaho with my good friend and fishing partner Dino Frangos. Located about 18 miles from Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Victor is a stones throw to numerous ponds, streams and rivers that get far less fishing pressure that some of the big boys in that area. With his “new” drift boat we took off to the Teton River. After surveying the water for inviting rises we rigged up with 5x tippet topped off with a blue winged olive and started the float. Each rise was an invitation to see who was home. We caught cut throat, white fish, a few rainbow and lots of brook trout. It was interesting that the brook trout almost always hit nymphs or wet flies when the other guys were picky to say the least even with the dries.

The following day we waded Fox creek, lots of brook trout with the same deal on wet flies and nymphs. That was the day we got in a snow storm on the river. Great to see tat take out through iced over foggy glasses and frozen hands, but the river was spectacular in the snow.

The biggest and best fish were caught on dries on the ponds around the golf course. I still believe that extra club in your golf bag should be a fly rod. That day it was true. These ponds were loaded with big, fat rainbows looking for something floating up top. In fact I had to step up to 3x to avoid losing of my fishing partners supply. Nothing more exciting than seeing that hit on top water. With the Teton mountains as a background, there is not a more picturesque spot in the west to enjoy the outdoors and there is no better way than standing in a trout stream swinging a rod. We were also treated to an entire moose family watching us drift by on the Teton. 

It makes you appreciate the outdoors and the wildlife when you visit such a special place. The people all seem to be happy, the fish too. I just want to thank them for letting us net a few.

Fishing Alaska

By Thomas R. Dempsey, M.D. CCI

Alaska was the first trip I ever fished with a fly rod. What a journey it’s been. Now some thirty some years later, I still love fishing Alaska. This September marked twenty seven years since I first fished the Blue Mountain lodge on the Keani Peninsula about 300 miles from Anchorage. This place is the best fishing in all of Alaska by far. Tracy Vrem and his wife Linda began the lodge as a bear hunting operation that quickly expanded into a hunting and fishing service. What makes it so unique is that they only take 6 guest per week and Tracy, being a self described airplane junkie, has 4 planes at his disposal. This means you can go anywhere any time. There happened to be just 3 of us on this last week of the fishing season at the lodge which gave us the opportunity to explore some fishing areas that had seen little pressure this season.

Day one was silver salmon day. We flew to the coast, landed on the beach, and fished the small rivers dumping onto the ocean. The salmon move up the rivers to spawn and are hungry and eager to take a fly. They seemed to have a particular appetite for anything pink. This is a perfect setting to use a 2-handed rod. I always take one to Alaska. Ninety caught, give or take a few, a good days work.     

The next day was not for the faint at heart.  After a short plane ride and a landing on an carefully chosen crest, followed by a 2 mile walk through willows 8 feet tall, swampy mud to your knees, over rocks and tundra, along bear trails all with waders and boots on to the “rainbow river“. Not more than 50 feet across at it’s widest part, this honey hole produced the biggest rainbows I’ve ever caught, and lots of them. I think the 3 of us caught maybe 50. These were beasts 22-26 inches all taken on top on mouse patterns. It was worth the walk especially when we hopped in the plane to go back to the lodge to hog down on a delicious supper that Linda had prepared.

Day three was Dolly Varden day on a still smaller river so shallow you wonder where the fish were hiding since you caught one on just about every drift. These Dollies were beautiful in their purple suits with pink spots, all dressed up for spawning. The trek wasn’t but a mile or so, duck soup. 

Arctic Char came next on a swift river that emptied into a big lake. Glad I brought a wading staff. I remembered this place from a couple of years ago. It is strange that certain species live in certain rivers when all the water looks the same. These fish are spectacular with an orange belly that seems to light up the longer you stare at them.  Mixed in with the bows, dollies, and salmon were huge graylings, majestic with that huge dorsal fin.  They seemed to be in every river we fished and loved the top water flies.

The facility at the Blue Mountain Lodge has changed considerably from the first time I visited some 27 years ago. A new lodge, but the old weather station with bunks is now a spillover for an extra guide or helper. No more outdoor toilets marked with deer antlers or moose antler so we can be gender correct. Gone is the pipe to the lake for water but the big cooler of Tang is still present. I didn’t think you could even find Tang anymore. Before I ever visited Alaska, I wondered why people ooohed! and aaad! when speaking of living in Alaska or having visited there, all I can say after fishing there a dozen or more times, is aaaaaah!

Fishing in Maine

By Thomas R. Dempsey, M.D. CCI

Just returned from a fishing trip back in time to the way it was done years ago in northern Maine. There’s something about preserving the traditions of hunting and fishing in “ the old days”. We flew into Bangor and drove about 2 hours north through thickly forested country along winding roads with NO billboards – billboards are illegal in Maine. The camp, Wheaton Fishing Camp is located in the hamlet of Forrest City, maybe 6 or 8 houses. Built in 1921, it is a series of cabins on the shore of East Grand Lake, 8000 acres of smallmouth paradise. Patrick and Sandy Patterson bought the operation from Dale Wheaton, the son of the founder. Dale and his brother Art are still around, in fact Art, at age 78, guided us on Spednic lake, a lake he has guided since he was 17.

We started on day one with a hardy breakfast, typical of the north woods, and then paired up with our guides who had discussed the agenda for fishing based on more reports from fellow guides and the prevailing weather and winds. Grand Isle 20 foot ash and cedar canoes are our rides. They are as traditional as the waxed coats, fedoras, and high boots the locals wear. Powered by 9.9 hp outboards and paddle manpower, they can cover the lakes very, very well. All the spots on the lake looked the same to me, clear water with automobile sized rocks sticking up. The fishing seemed best in these rock gardens. The smallmouth come up over the rocks to warm themselves in the 60 degree water.   We fished the St. Croix, between the US and New Brunswick. Then Lake Spednic,16000 acres. Get the picture? Many, many glacier carved lakes, all with fish waiting for you. You could fish a lifetime on one single lake and not make a dent in covering it.                                                                                                                          

June is spawning time in Maine for smallmouth bass. That’s when you can really hammer them. Seven wts., floating lines with 7 1/2 ft 15 lb. leaders will do it. They hit streamers and top water, but the way to really experience the moment is to cast, very little popper movement, not like with largemouth, then just wait, and wait, then, BOOM !!, fish on.                                            

Besides the smallmouth, there are lake trout, sun fish, pickerel, and non-native largemouth bass illegally introduced and not welcomed. They compete with the native smallmouth and will wipe them out. But they did taste good at the shore lunch. I have never had the guides put on a feed like they did on the shores, potatoes and onions always with beef, or pork, or sausage and of course, lobster and corn. The lunches were a ritual at which all the guides and anglers gathered together at noon with all present.        

We have our no-see-ums, Maine has black flies. Nothing keeps them completely at bay. On the water they are no problem, but once you hit land, bring out the Thermacll. No snakes, too cold. Moose and bear, plentiful. These people enjoy a freedom with nature that is slowly dwindling away. Most of the guests were older, except the ones there whose parents were regulars at Wheaton and were introducing their children to this unique way of life. Glad I got †o go before it is just a memory of ‘How it was back then.”

Fly fishing Victor, Idaho

Fly fishing Victor, Idaho

North America By Tom Dempsey 09/2016

Just returned from a 4 day trip to Victor, Idaho. Made two float trips and two self-guided excursions with fellow instructor, Dino Frangos.

The first day was a trip down Henry’s Fork. Found some nice sized rainbows and white fish. White fish are often ignored because of their “blue collar” appearance, but I can tell you they are fighters just like more glamorous game fish. All were caught on double and triple nymph patterns in the 20 to 22 size.

The next day we visited Fox Creek and Nickerson Bridge. There  were few rises on the Fox, probably a result of the 40 knot winds. Caught one good rainbow right in the middle of the only rise I saw. Then on to the Nickerson Bridge and more wind, but also more fish. Gives a whole new meaning to casting in the wind. Also it makes it difficult to see the dry fly floating.

On day three we floated the South Fork Thrush Canyon, 28 miles. Good thing we had a motor assist. Nymphs first then dries. Dino hooked a good rainbow and cutthroat on a purple dry. What a beautiful run and the rain gods were good to us.

Day four started with rain, 41 degrees, wind and snow in the pass — but by the time we got to Flat Creek the heavens smiled on us, but the fish gods didn’t. We saw a ton of troops sized cutties at the first bend and they had no interest on anything in our bag. Still a great venue and we’ll get them next time.

Victor, Idaho is situated thru the pass from Jackson Hole, Wyoming, smack dab in the middle of some of the best trout fishing in the US. The fly shop in Victor is first class. World Cast Anglers fly shop has over 40 guides that filter out to some 20 different rivers, offering the angler an endless supply of fishable waters. With so many spots to fish, crowds are rare, I like that. Overall a great trip

Of Muskellunge and Tennessee Tarpon

Of Muskellunge and Tennessee Tarpon

By Tom Dempsey

I was recently forced to change plans when Hurricane Matthew interfered with my fishing trip to Paradise Lodge in Mexico. So I decided to go to Nashville and fish with good friend Chris Nischan, who is a full time fishing and hunting guide. 

Since the Mexico trip was a vacation we were both going to take, we decided to fish together for something that he does not fish for every day. Normally, he guides on the Caney Fork River and other rivers around Nashville for trout and bass, but on this occasion I said, “Let’s walk on the wild side.” 

The first suggestion was to go toward Chattanooga to the town of McMinnville, which is about 60 miles outside of Nashville on what is called “The Plateau.” We met up with Dwayne Hickey of the Tennessee River Fishing Association outside of town at the local filling station and followed him to the Collins River. The Collins River is unique in that it holds muskie, a pretty uncommon quarry this far south. 

This pristine river drains six middle and eastern Tennessee counties and runs free. The water is crystal clear and it was not long before we started seeing log-sized muskies. Traditionally they are called the “fish of 1,000 casts.” I was lucky enough to hook up prettty quickly. The fish initially broke the water a couple of times and then took a nosedive into the bottom of our boat. We all jumped onto the seats as we watched it snap at us; these things have teeth and can bite! They are a beautiful fish and I was lucky to have the opportunity to catch one. 

The next day we went to the bottom of Cheatham Dam. This place is notorious for the “Tennessee Tarpon” or “Freshwater Ladyfish.” Once the dam begins to generate electricity the fish go into a frenzy and will hit almost anything you throw at them, including a beer can. We had fun taking the hooks off the poppers and watching them dive on top of the poppers.

Also at the bottom of Cheatham Dam, a major dam on the Cumberland River that runs straight through Nashville, there is a hang-out for large striped bass and alligator gar. On my last trip to Nashville we caught alligator gar on hookless polypropylene rope flies, allowing them to tangle in their teeth and then “set the hook.” The stripers are a little harder to catch. They will readily hit a fly that is put in front of their face, but it has to be in the strike zone. 

This trip to Nashville saved our vacation. It allowed me to fish for a couple of species I have always had fun fishing for and to catch one species that I had never boated. 

If you are interested in a great fishing trip, fishing with Chris Nischan on the tailwater rivers around Nashville is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The trout fishing is excellent, and it is not unusual to catch 50 to 100 trout per day on these beautiful pristine rivers. Chris has a website called “Rod and Gun Guide Service.” He can be contacted at 615-975-2766 for his schedule and his rates. Below are some of the gorgeous views along the rivers.

 

Bluefish off Montauk, NY

Bluefish off Montauk, NY

By Tom Dempsey

A visit to New York in August would not be complete without a trip off shore for a chance to catch monster Blues. Their Alabama cousins are mere babies compared to the Big Apple strain. About 90 miles up the Long Island Express is Montauk, landsend and the jumping off spot for some great fly fishing. After meeting my guide, Merritt White, we took off in his 21ft. center console Hell’s Bay bay boat [not made any longer but perfect for the chop around the tip of NY].

The water is clear and it takes little in the way of excitement to coax these big guys to your fly. A streamer or a popper stripped across the surface fast, and I mean fast!, is all it takes the get some action. They often appear from the deep, slamming the fly so hard that a hook-up only occurs about 25% of the strikes. But that’s okay because once they are on you are in for a ride! Beware, if you bite tip is not wire the ride is furious but short lived. These guys have big time teeth, so no lipping here. A 10wt. with a floater and a short, stout leader finished off with wire is the way to go.

Close to shore over the big rocks is where the hang out along with their buddies the stripers, but these blue fish are so aggressive in order to catch the stripers you have to have a totally different plan. I’ll report on that after my next trip to N.Y.