Vagabonds

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

How many kinds of trout pine to run away and join the circus? All kinds…although not all individuals and not all at once. The “circus,” is, of course, the sea, where sea-horses cavort and clownfish amaze. But we’ll focus on one kind: Oncorhynchus Mykiss, the fish that conquered the world–the unquenchable Rainbow.

Figure 1–Steelhead

Rainbow trout spawn in the spring–roughly April/May, although it’s said that “spring” can start as early as January on some rivers. They can share streams with browns easily as long as there’s sufficient food supply, because their need for prime spawning water occurs at a completely different time of year.

This holds true of steelhead too–which are, of course, rainbows who have heeded the anadromous call. It’s a springtime gig, period. Even in the Southern Hemisphere, such as in New Zealand, it’s a springtime party–August to November down there.

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Ruined For Life – Part I

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

A Chinook Head

I’m ruined. Not from the stock market or some grand jury indictment, but because I’ve tasted the raw power of the Chinook Salmon. Ended up tasting that salmon too, but still it defeated me, because I’ll never be the same. Like the motorcyclist who hops on a volcano-powered Suzuki for the first time or a hardballer who gets ahold of a fastball by sheer luck and thereafter can’t stop himself from swinging for the fences, all I can think of these days is the brutish muscle of the wild Chinook.

So goodbye, beautiful little micro-stream trout dimpling yourselves up to germ-sized mosquitoes just after dawn! You may one day occupy my thoughts again, but today is not that day. When I imagine myself on the stream now, the fantasy is suddenly a serious river, with a rapids below me that roars rather than gurgles, and I’m gripping a surf-casting-length rod in two white-knuckled hands. I’m doing the semaphore-esque gyrations of a spey man, and I’m shooting a T-17 sink tip…whatever the heck that is…farther than a normal man can see.

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A Different World

chinook salmonGuest Blogger: Mike Vorhis, Fly Fisher & Author, FreeFlight Publishing

Yesterday I drove 7 hours total for three hours on a river. It proved to not be my preferred gulp of tea.

This has been a terrible year for trout fishing in California, for me anyway. Warm drought flows have rendered waters within already-not-so-easy reach largely unproductive. I actually gave up trying in the streams I knew, throwing that towel in way back in May.

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