My first visit to the Wind River was in August of 1999 during a camping trip. I really wasn't aware of the massive spring chinook fishery that took place in the spring, and spent my energies looking for those elusive summer run steelhead. Oh, I knew that there was a springer fishery, but I didn't realize just how big it really was. During this initital trip, I scouted out the hatchery, the fishing area below the hatchery, and the infamous "Canyon". Since it was damn near 100 degrees on that August day, the hike down and up the canyon sucked. Not only that, but I really couldn't believe that anyone would hike down that canyon to fish water that really didn't look that "fishy" to me. I never touched a fish that day, and vowed that people who fish the Wind must be insane.
Roll the clock forward to last week. Move the Brain Dial closer to "Insanity".
Team Vision (minus Parker) hit the Wind River on the Sunday/Monday of Mother's Day. I got a report back that they caught and released at least 100 salmon (no joking) and that you couldn't go 10 feet in one drift before hooking a fish. Thousands of fish were swimming by at any one minute. Pods of fish were "yumping and yumping". Good cured eggs under a float was the hot ticket. The drift guys were doing "ok", but Team Vision apparently put on a Clinic for everyone. Needless to say, how could anyone not get excited about 100 fish days where every cast resulted in a fish?
Was the Wind River truly this good? With Vision(s) of Chinooks on the brain, I lasted out a painfull week of work and prepared for the eventual slaughter on the weekend! I was going to put the hurt to those fish!
This last Saturday morning finally rolled around and KidSauk (KS) and I headed SW to the Wind. With a minor stop-off to visit Uncle Joe and raid his egg stash, KS and I hauled booty to the Wind.
We finally arrived sometime around 3:00 pm at the WhateverHotSprings / Somethingorrather Falls fishing spot. Tossing on all the gear in 2.3 seconds, we were off to fish the lower end of the river. The first thing I noticed was that nobody was walking out with any fish! With a 4 fish limit, I was expecting people to be renting out wheelbarels. Hmmmm. Getting to the "hot" spot, the first thing I noticed was the lack of people. Here's a shot of the lower river:
Hmmm. The next thing I noticed were the millions of dead suckers and filled out salmon carcases that littered the river. I don't think the Wind will be lacking good food and nutrients for the little fishies.
The next think I noticed was that no one had any fish on the bank. Hmmmm. The final thing I noticed was that I didn't see any fish in the clear water, nor did I see any fish "yumping and yumping". Hmmmm.
A couple of fishing hours later, I didn't see anyone catch a fish, except for a sucker or 3. Hmmmm.
Discouraged, KS and I headed on up the Wind. After a small drive, we stopped at a familiar parking spot on the side of the road. Upon informing KS that we were about to descend in to the bowels of the Wind, we see a couple of guys walk out with a few fish! Ah ha! Maybe we've found the fish! The hike down in to the canyon wasn't nearly as traumatic as I recalled. Once down at the Canyon, I was amazed at how many people were sitting on the cliff fishing a good 10' below them!
How the hell does one land a fish from up there? Also, from the looks of it, although they were not successfull, it appeared to me that the method of choice for "fishing" the Wind appeared to be...yup..."drift fishing".
Since we were armed with floats, we decided to fish the slower, deeper pools below the cliffs. Here's a shot looking down the river:
A couple more hours here with no success. Didn't see anyone hook anything down in the Canyon. I did catch a shot of KS, though:
The hike out of the canyon wasn't that bad. Don't think I'd want to do it with 40 pounds of king fillets, though. If you do go in th canyon, bring good hiking boots, some drinking water, and a good pack. You'll need it.
Discouraged, we headed back down to the lower end of the river and tried to find the Whatever Falls. We found the parking lot, paid our $$$$, and started the trek to the falls. It was about 8:00 pm at this point and we only made it about half way until we decided to actually stop at a big Eddy and fish until it got dark. Finally, I saw my first king roll around 8:15 pm! That was the *only* king I saw in the water that day! We never did see anyone catch a fish, and probably only saw 10 fish on the bank for nearly 300-400 fisherman/women. We finaly left the Wind at 9:30 pm and drove back to Seattle.
Oh sure, I'm positive we could have hiked up to the falls on Sunday morning, put our time and hours in and got a fish or two. But, it wasn't worth it.
Well, my long-Wind(ed) story is almost complete. Just remember kiddies, that like all fishing, it's about timing. If you are not there when the fish are, you'll be wasting your time. Just remember that by the time that you see a post here about the "hot spot", it's too late.
I'm forever jealous of Joe and KS. I can't even imagine a 100 Chinook Day. So many springers that you are just handing off your rod to people not nearly as fortunate as you. So many fish that you're actually "bored" of fishing. So many fish that the water is running red from the blood bath. Damn.