The Snag Hole
Mr. Figi, who was hired as the new Exec. Dir. of the non-profit Madison River Foundation after former Dir. Richard Lessner suddenly resigned/retired/quit/ in Aug. of last year, has left his post at the Foundation after only four months.
This is not good news for the Foundation which has been searching for leadership and floundering for an identity. And when you have a for-profit fly shop making shameless self-promoting Facebook posts on a non-profit Facebook Page it kinda begs the crediblity question.
I don't know squat about how to run a non-profit. But if you are going to ask people for their money to help a cause, at least try to make it look you are not being bought, sold or owned by a particular for-profit business, individual or corporation.
And now we read Mr. Lessner has suddenly "un-resigned" and "un-retired". Huh?
The Madison River Foundation has some serious crediblity issues. For the sake of the river, let's hope they get their act together soon.
WHY MONTANA WENT WILD
People ask me all the time how the Madison River got to be the Madison River and I tell them all the time it got good because Dick Vincent and Bud Lilly and Tom Morgan and Dick McGuire and Frank Valgenti fought for the Wild Trout/Catch and Release regulations and I know all this is true because I was there and the good fishing we all enjoy today is because these guys and others stood up against the trout stockers and for the wild trout and it was THE RIGHT THING TO DO...thanks, everybody!
So I am tippy-toeing in two feet of water sliding along the sandy bottom of Meadow Lake, one foot forward at a time, putting the best sneak I have on a half-dozen large, rising trout ...and something catches my eye in the sunlight over to the left...something white, something strange, something that didn't belong there. Laying there as if asleep and resting...the full skeleton of a critter...a very dead and de-fleshed critter...a spread-eagled-in -the-mud critter...with every bone in place....looking prehistoric...looking peaceful...with hollow eye sockets...shimmering amongst the milfoil.
So I'm thinking, how did it die? Was it a slow lingering struggle out on the winter ice? Did it fall through and drown? Was it shot?
Did it suffer?
Three hundred yards from shore, did it get caught up in the thirty below zero ice gorge and get moved out by the frigid flows? And will it be there forever...sinking down into the lake bottom, deeper and deeper, perfectly preserved, compacted and fossilized, protected from time?
What will the college kids look like, a million years from now?...geology majors chipping rock away from the bones...uncovering the distant Montana past, looking down at their new discovery...carefully preserving the bits and pieces..."my, he's in beautiful shape!"
But I'm silly...there will be no college kids a million years from now to dig him up...no lakes, no rivers, no streams...no world.
I peer down through the water at the bones. He is in beautiful shape.
I go back to my rising trout.
One July day in 1976, I did a float from the Shewmaker Ditch put-in, down to the Burnt Tree take-out during the peak of the salmon fly hatch on the Madison River. As we got down through the Cottonwoods and approached The Rail Fence Hole the wind picked up and there was a disturbance. Smacking sounds followed by mini sprays of river water shot up in the air. Large fluttering insects struggled to stay airborne...didn't make it...flopped on the water...flapped their wings like drowning hummingbirds...and were inhaled with fury from frantically feeding fish.
We beached the boat on a shallow bar and waded up and over toward the East bank. From the top of the riffle down through the glide and out over the smoother tail-out water we could survey the scene. At the upper end the rises were smaller splashes coming up every few seconds...smaller trout and whitefish easily identified by their rise-forms. In the middle of the run the rises were heavier, a little less frequent but solid...medium size trout on the feed. Toward the tailout and a little closer to the bank were the heavyweights...no little stuff...no messing around...deep, forceful swirls followed by loud "splunks" sending up spray. The fish were lined up and down the entire forty yard stretch of river and never stopped rising. The hatch was on.
We stayed in that run from 10AM to noon catching trout on dry salmon fly "sofa pillow" imitations...fighting fish, resting the pool, then catching some more. The water was blanketed with salmon fly naturals, smaller golden stones, caddis of all sizes. They just kept coming. We finally gave up the hole when Glenn Law came floating by with clients. We gave him the spot. The fish were still throwing up spray when we left. It was an amazing morning.
Those days of free rising fish are mostly gone but the salmon fly hatch still offers the fly angler a chance to catch a large trout on a large dry fly (or wet fly). Some things I've learned:
1. Fact:The salmon fly hatch needs a night time water temp of 55 degress to get going.
2. Fact: The salmon (stone) fly nymph mostly crawls out of the river at night. To prove it, one night during the hatch I drove up to the Varney boat ramp around midnight. The concrete slabs and surrounding rocks were covered with crawling nymphs headed for the bushes. The nightime emergence thing is fact.
3. Myth: when the trout get gorged with salmon flies they won't bite. I don't really buy this because I have caught plenty of trout that had live salmon flies stuffed in their mouth yet they still bit the fly. I have also caught trout that had a large bullhead stuck in their throat but they still were on the feed. If the trout don't bite your fly it's because:
A. they don't like your fly.
B. you are a sh**ty caster! :o)
Wild roses blooming along the Madison means salmon fly time!
4. We used to walk upstream from a known trout holding area and shake the bushes holding salmon flies and "chum" the hole. The naturals would fall on to the water and set the trout to feeding. This used to work real good but not so much anymore. The trout get so spooked from a zillion people hammering on them they get lockjaw. They refuse the real thing! Find some undisturbed water and you will get a bite.
5. If you are wade fishing dry salmon fly imitations, pick a good bank and fish upstream. If you are right handed caster, pick a bank on your left so your casting hand is out away from the brush/willows, and use your left hand to hang on to the branches!
I have had success with this hard-to-get "Drowned Salmon Fly" pattern in size 4, 6.
6. Myth: the salmon fly hatch puts trout into a wild and crazy feeding frenzy during which they are easy to catch. So not true. They can be impossible at times during the hatch especially when they have been pounded on by a never ending armada of boats, rafts, canoes, kayaks and foot soldiers.
Like my buddy Steve says, "the problem with the world is it has too many humans in it".
7. Fact: Salmon flies like willow banks. Some of the best banks are the scrub willows between McAtee and Varney. The flies get thick in there.
8. Fact: the hatch moves upstream. This is true but it's not quite that simple. I believe the nymphal movement is a function of water temp...but the hatch is often sporadic, popping up "everywhere at once" depending on conditions.
My home-tie salmon fly with blonde elk hair and extended body.
9. Fact: cold, rainy conditions impede the hatch. This is basically true but if you can find a stretch where the fish are hungry on an overcast day you can have some fun. Use a lighter wing dry made with blonde elk hair for visibility.
10. Fact: nymphs work better than drys. So true...but aren't the drys more fun?
Retro salmon fly hatch brown trout Seal-Dri special!
Most of the major freestone rivers in Montana have a salmon fly hatch including the Madison, Yellowstone, Big Hole, Gallatin, Rock Creek and others.
It's not a sure thing by any stretch but it sure is fun when it all comes together!