The ultimate after fish cocktail
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[edit]Characteristics
P. californica nymphs, or larvae, can grow to lengths in excess of 5 centimetres (2 in). The nymphs' dorsal side (back) is dark in color, although their ventral side (belly) is lighter. The coloring can vary, and subtle patterns are occasionally found on the abdomen. They are allothonous (detritus) feeders, eating stream debris partially broken down by other organisms. Their feeding technique has earned them the name of "shredders". The adults are also large, and the abdomen, leg joints, and several thorax joints are a bright orange color (see photos). Two pairs of large wings, kept flat against the body when at rest, are nearly as long as the body.
[edit]Range and habitat
P. californica is found across western North America,[1] from British Columbia to California.[2] They live in higher-velocity streams and rivers, on medium to large-sized unconsolidated substrates.[3]
[edit]Emergence
The nymphs live three to four years in the water before emergence. Immediately prior to emerging, the nymphs congregate near the shoreline[4] in shallow water on partially exposed rocks. To emerge, the nymphs crawl from the water to rocks or the shore, and split the nymphal exoskeleton. The adults emerge from the exuviae ready to mate. The emergence is also followed closely by fly-fishermen, and is one of the highlights of the spring fishing season.
Sick Fishwater with Michael Houser
Houser did stand every once in awhile but how could you sit down for this sick Fishwater? This post really nothing to do with fishing other than the fact there is the word "fish" in the title.
Things here in Western North Carolina are great! I'm still in touch with friends and former CK Outfitter guides. The word on the street is Salmonflies. It's a little early but considering the warmer water temps this year, it comes as no surprise.
If you’ve fished out West for more than a little while chances are you’ve figured it out—Rafts rule. You jealously spy them drifting by the opposite bank, the one you can’t get to, past the “No Trespassing” sign and fence you can’t cross, into water you can’t fish. You wish you knew that guy on the sticks, and you wish he’d call you up. I hate to break it to you, buddy, but that guy has more friends than boat space.
You need your own whip, and you need it quick.
Your search leads you to Down River Equipment, or DRE as it’s known in the acronym-friendly world of sports that require a whole ton of assorted shit. You’ve come to the right place whether you found them via catalog, Internet, or happened to walk through the front door. You’re in good hands.
DRE has been in the same place doing the same thing for close to thirty years. From the get-go the emphasis has always been quality over quantity. Their custom approach and attention to detail have built them a loyal following and respected reputation among the practitioners of whitewater.
Owner Mike Prosser recently took a minute to give me a quick dog–and-pony show. We walked through the boat room and into the shop where an impressive old turret mill stands watch in a room full of bright diamond plate and aluminum. He pointed to a wall covered with hundreds of plastic jigs and templates and explained what they’re all for as he motioned me to follow to the next room. He introduced me to Jason, the shop manager, who is too busy tig welding oar towers to talk much. We walked and talked as he fired up a Marlboro Light and peered at me over his reading glasses with a look that indicated I just asked a really dumb question. In 15 minutes I began to get it. It’s not about getting rich quick or building some super slick production process to crank out off–the-shelf results, it’s about doing things one at a time and doing them right. Mike never really stops doing what he’s doing, checking something with a micrometer, then setting up a cutter of some sort on the mill.
He’s a bit of a perfectionist and I was slowing his thought process, so I ventured back the way I came. In the shop I poked around and eavesdropped on the staff discussing someone’s upcoming Middle Fork trip. Tucked neatly into every inch of space is everything and more you’d need to outfit a sick fishing raft or a 20’ barge for a month-long Grand trip. I drooled on the spankin’ new rubber and gleaming frames, admired the tig welds, and ran my hands over the taut Phifertex mesh seat covers.
I made my way back to the front and chatted up the staff. Matty was the lucky one that drew the permit and John is another shop manager. Their easygoing attitude seemed to mask the enormity of the jobs these guys do. I wondered out loud if they didn't have some warehouse and call center where a team of people processed the phone and Internet orders. They both laughed loudly and set me straight. If you wander into the store, call on the phone, or order in ones and zeroes you’ll end up dealing with one of these two.
I’m told that yes, they do in fact have a warehouse, just across the parking lot and that there is in fact one other person named Eric that works there. I imagine to myself that his job must suck. (I tried to box up a raft once and it didn’t end well for me or the raft.)
I got the hint that they’re too busy right now with the hoards of people yearning to get some time on the water before things dry up this year. I bought the straps I needed on my way out. As Matty rung me up I couldn't help but notice the sign next to the register that said: “We do wedding registries.” And I can’t help but find it ironic that a place that’s probably ended its share of marriages offers wedding registries.
[For more information on Down River Equipment, click here. Marriage counseling and more, talk to this guy.]
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Try this on for size. Close your eyes and imagine a flyshop more interested in amplifying experience than sticking you with spools of $14 tippet, dozens of hyperanatomical flavor-of-the-day flies, and pearl strands of pink thingamabobbers. Imagine that this same flyshop has invested in this “experience giving” commodity for 25 consecutive years, pushing things like fisheries preservation over bottom line. Now picture its founders weighing the notion of wildfire growth—in an industry hell bent on driving it to the brink—with a healthy dose of skepticism.
Now open your peepers, and behold Western Rivers Flyfisher—not your typical flyshop.
I first met Steve Schmidt, owner of Western Rivers, during another time, on assignment for another fishing magazine. The gig brought my brother and I to Salt Lake City, navigating a thick February snowstorm at midnight. Over the course of a wintry week, we scarfed pow days at Brighton, Solitude, and Snowbird and when we trudged down canyon to the Provo, air temps climbed and the skies turned from white flakes to grey midges. On the banks of the river, Schmidt didn’t fish much. He watched browns slurp bugs for hours on end. He may have made a half-dozen casts, sticking a handful of trout. I kept catching him gazing off into somewhere else. Catching fish is one thing but for Schmidt, it quickly became evident, it’s only a small part of a much bigger picture for this flyfishing soul-searcher.
Schmidt put pen to paper creating Western Rivers Flyfisher in October of 1986, alongside partners Emmett Heath and Dave Lattimore. They sold their first products in a shop sans fixtures, and minus the register they’d eventually need to handle transactions. The doors officially opened about a year later, when Schmidt received a clunker computer as a gift from his parents, “which we built and ran the store from.”
During that time, Heath (aka the “Dean of the Green”) was one of Schmidt’s mentors. Together they embarked on extended work missions exploring Utah gems such as the Weber, Provo, and Green rivers.
“We had a lot of fun in those early days. Not that we still don’t have fun, but a lot’s changed since then,” Schmidt says. “Anyone who has been at this for a while knows that times aren’t what they use to be. So I feel incredibly fortunate to still have Emmett as part of our team, and to still have Western Rivers after 25 years as my home away from home.”
Having been involved in this industry at myriad levels, Schmidt’s philosophy of what the sport should be, and how to effectively advocate it, is what makes Western Rivers remarkable. As an industry, and in the name of capitalism, Schmidt feels flyfishing continues to suffer. “We put numbers on fish, sold them down the road, and in many respects stripped flyfishing of what made it special,” he says. “It’s the reason we aren’t seeing any growth. The [lack of] growth thing in my mind isn’t all bad since we don’t really have a lot a room to put more bodies on our waters. But it’s ironic that the image the industry portrays isn’t what it sells.”
As for the notion of selling experience over commodities, Western Rivers has made its name by heavily investing in community—whether it’s with local clubs and non-profits, or being at the forefront of environmental and conservation issues that impact resources in Utah and beyond. The return can be measured in customer loyalty.
“I’ve always felt that you build a sustainable business one customer at a time,” Schmidt says. “My philosophy hasn’t changed. For a small business, that’s an important concept. Again, I’m at odds with an industry that puts incredible resources into growing our sport with no regard for those that are already in it or the impact that growth will have on our resources. Our customers appreciate that to a fault.”
The Fishing
Long before the Green River attracted the attention of the world in the late ’80s and early ’90s, the Provo and Weber rivers were consider two of the West’s best fisheries. They’re still pretty damn good. The Provo was likely the most well known, Schmidt says. Back in the ’40s it produced some of the country's largest trout—fish pushing 20 pounds. “The Weber has probably changed the most over the years and is now a shadow of itself—drought, very poor land practice, and dredging have led to its gradual demise," Schmidt adds. “But lately it’s been making a comeback. Given the access issues we’re having, it’s been nice to have it as an additional resource.”
Two years ago the Utah legislature came back after having their asses handed to them regarding a Supreme Court decisions that gave public access to all moving water. Subsequently the “bad guys” birthed the rights-stripping bill called HB 141. In reaction, the Utah Stream Access Coalition was formed and has since filed several lawsuits challenging the bill. Schmidt and Western Rivers have been onboard since the beginning. The “good guys” recently won the first round. The results of the lawsuits will ultimately end up in the Utah Supreme Court, regardless of who wins.
Back in the shop, that do right ethos permeates throughout—all the way down to the companies represented on its shelves. Several Western Rivers’ brands support 1% for the Planet. And the shop and its staff tend to stock companies that have an environmental conscious and who make products in America. The list goes something like this: Abel, Lamson, Tibor, Nautilus, Sage, Winston, Scott, St. Croix, Sweetgrass Rods, Mountain Khakis, Patagonia, Simms, ExOfficio, RIO, SA, Fishpond, Smith, Kaenon, Costa, and more. In the fridge, you’ll find beer.
“I have two kids that live outside of Utah, in Colorado and Montana, so I’m always stocked with good ones,” Schmidt says. “They aren’t allowed to come home unless they bring beer. That said, we have some good breweries in Salt Lake: Epic, The Pub, and Redrocks in particular. These guys also like to fish, so when we run out of PBR, a shop staple, we always have some microbrews around. Want to get an in at the fly shop, a few cold ones will get you there.”
Finding an in at a flyshop should be as simple as sourcing some solid beers, and that’s part of how Western Rivers has struck a winning balance between good times and fostering a healthy respect for the resource. If you dream of a flyshop concerned with our future, the future of fish in publicly accessible rivers, and one that’s consistently questioning the prevalent attitude that permeates flyfishing, Western Rivers is a reality.
“I truly enjoy what I do. I love our sport, and move forward with a great awareness that we have and always have had an impact on the experience anglers have when enjoying our past time. I don’t ever want to loose sight of that,” Schmidt says.
For more information on Western Rivers and fishing Utah’s finest
Side channel Brown on the Jefferson River Montana
Not too many other guides know the Jefferson River like Greg Smith of Four River Fishing Co. If in the Twin Bridges, Montana area it would be worth hooking up with one of the FRFC guys!
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