NORTH QUEEN CHARLOTTE STRAITS REPORT
Just spent a week of fishing from the Mastermans to Cape Caution and everywhere in between. Burned a pile of gas in "explore mode". My deal is not necessarily to catch lots of fish in one spot but to catch a fish or two in lots of different spots. My experience with Pt. Hardy is this: sometimes they come really easy, but over the long haul, you have to work for them and sometimes you have to work really hard......
Boat camped in some really dramatic places, had my GPS puke on me so navigation in the rain and fog through rock gardens became interesting again, and in between all that, I got some beauty fish and saw some stunning country. I never get tired of that part of the world----raw and wild!!
When I put in last Sunday afternoon, I bumped into the group off Cuba Libre who were pulling out. How was it I asked? One of the guys used the "S" word in a particularly gloomy manner--you know, the word that rhymes with "no show"?
It was like ice water down my back. Here we go again, I think to myself, a day late and a dollar short (my ex-wife used to say that to me but that's a whole different story that I won't go in to....)
Anyway, great trip, learned a few more places, learned a few more tricks. One tidbit of info: I saw a guy cleaning a few springs at the cleaning table when I came back to the dock for fuel on Tuesday. I noticed they were absolutely plugged with green label herring. So here's the thing----I continually hear how when in Pt. Hardy you have to stay small and match the candlefish hatch or you won't catch squat; it's anchovy or die, yet here were fish plugged with the bigger stuff that I know and love and have spent a lifetime rigging up in just the right way then sticking them in front of salmon faces.
I immediately drew the conclusion, rightly or wrongly, that springs are a lot like the yappy dog who I take on these boat trips of mine---they're opportunistic feeders that will grab whatever is stuck in front of their face if it's there at the right time and they're in the right mood for the grab...
So what do you do with a piece of info like that if you don't have any green label herring in your boat? You break out the freaking spoons, that's what, and right away I started banging some really nice fish. These were the beat up Luhr Jensen spoons I usually use in Bamfield and Ucluelet in June for the feeder springs; I never fish spoons when I'm at Pt Hardy!!!
My biggest fish, maybe low to mid 30's, was plugged with candlefish, yet here was my 5 inch Cookiesn'Cream spoon stuck in his face. I probably would never have busted out the spoons if I hadn't seen those fish back at the ramp gorged with large herring....
So enough of that, here are some mood shots of Q.C. Straits:
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Then there's this one---I counted almost fifty eagles that morning. Each one of those white spots in the trees? There was an island next to it that had another 30 or 40 of them They were diving on bait which was pretty spectacular to watch
Here's where I camped. I showed some guy this picture of where I was spending my nights camped on the beach and he asked: is that in freaking Tahiti?????