Saturday, July 18, 2020

Mr. Bank Sipper*

H: It was a perfect overcast afternoon on the Delaware when I first saw him across the river. I slowly and quietly moved closer. Not sure how long I admired him from a far before I made my move. 15? 20 minutes? Didn't want to appear too eager or turn him off with any angry salad** so I carefully timed and executed my casts, checking the fly after each drift. The time spent watching him paid dividends as I knew exactly what he wanted and where he wanted it. 3 drifts later, he was mine. :)

Wish we had a photo together Mr. Bank Sipper but your handsome mug will do. Hope we meet again!

West Branch of the Delaware bank sipper

*bank sippernoun: smart, wary, and exceedingly picky surface eater; resides within inches of a river bank. requires stealth, patience, and precision to catch. Often referred to as a S.O.B. (acronym for son of a bitch ;). 

**angry saladcolloquialism, noun: the annoying, ubiquitous clumps of algae found in the waters of the West Branch; first heard used by my friend Mike Mc.


Thursday, July 9, 2020

50/50 on the Water

H: Last year, Orvis released their second 50/50 on the water video and yours truly was in it. It came about completely by chance. I'd met Jackie Kutzer from Orvis a couple of times in passing on the Delaware and I ran into her again at a Dette Flies open house. We talked, about fishing of course, in particular about swinging flies for steelhead and atlantic salmon. A week later, I heard from my friend Kelly that Orvis was planning to shoot another 50/50 on the water video and that Jackie has asked if I'd like to participate. Kelly was going to be involved as well. They would be videotaping about 20 or so female anglers to capture their thoughts and personal experiences related to women and fly fishing.

Everyone who knows me well, knows I'm a private person that shies away from the spotlight. I'd rather be behind the scenes (like writing a blog) and behind the camera, than in front of it. When I guided at a Project Healing Waters event on the Salmon River, they had photographers walking around taking pictures all day. But I was so focused on guiding, I barely noticed them except to stop for a quick group grip and grin every now and then. 

But this was different. This would be 200% completely out of my comfort zone. The camera would be focused exclusively on me. My initial reaction was hell no! But as I gave it some thought, I came around. It's almost always good to get out of your comfort zone. What's the worse that could happen? I freeze up and can't think of anything to say. I'm so nervous my casting falls apart. And, they don't include me in the video. I can live with that! :)

Joel, the videographer, got in touch and we set a date to meet in my hood. He turned out to be a young kid, a super nice kid. I started to relax, at least until we started rolling. I'm afraid the rest is all a blur as I rambled on and on. As soon as the interview was over, I was ready to bolt down to the river.

Joel knew that I spey cast and wanted to shoot video of me casting my spey rod. So I took my 13-foot 7-weight down to the water. It felt good to be doing something besides staring into a camera although I could still see it out of the corner of eye. Afterwards, he suggested we walk the tracks. "Just act normal," he said. I laughed as he crouched down low in front of me and crab walked backwards with camera in hand to get a good angle. This isn't normal.... Before I knew it, it was over. Pheww

Of course I told no one about the video shoot. I just buried it like a bad memory. Lol. It wasn't that bad.

Five months later at the Fly Fishing Show, I stopped by the Dette booth to say hello. Kelly was there and the first thing she said was that she had seen a preliminary cut of the Orvis video. Turned out, I was in it. I made a face, dreading what footage of me might be in it. Kelly assured me it was all good. A month later, Joel sent a link to the final video along with an Orvis model release form. 

Here it is. I'm proud to have been a part of it.


I've read and listened to numerous opinions regarding the 50/50 on the Water campaign: It's a marketing gimmick, just a way for Orvis to make more money. Why do women need a campaign? If they want to fish, they should just fish! What obstacles? No one helped me when I was starting out....

My response to the anglers who say, "What obstacles? If you want to fish, just fish!" is: unless you've walked in someone else's shoes, you'll never know what it's like, so try to refrain from dismissing their perspectives so quickly. My experience learning to fly fish has been very positive but I've heard stories from many friends who had very different experiences. Everyone is different. Everyone's experience is unique. Try to respect that.

This comment was posted on the video's YouTube page:

Sorry but no. We don’t need more people, men or women, fishing out there and taxing our natural resources. One of the appeals of this sport is the ability to lose yourself in the wilderness and enjoy the solitude. The greed of the fly fishing industry has turned this sport upside down. The ratio of fishermen to fish has exploded in the last 35 years, leading to some ugly situations river side. This gave birth to the well known book by Rhea Topping- Rod Rage. People, especially newcomers to the sport haven’t the faintest idea of what stream etiquette is all about. I’ve heard of fist fights on the Feather River, I believe it was and I am sure it’s happened elsewhere. So no, we don’t need more pressure on our streams and lakes.

I get where they're coming from. Since I started fishing the Delaware almost 7 years ago, the number of anglers (and boats) on the river has increased exponentially. Does it bother me at times, yes. But you can usually find a quiet spot if you're willing to hike away from the main access points or fish less traveled sections of the river. Sure new anglers might be unaware of stream etiquette but everyone has to start somewhere. As for taxing our natural resources, we need to look further into the future. If this sport doesn't grow and attract the next generation, what happens to Bristol Bay? How about we try to get more people advocating for catch and release in their local fisheries? How about better education programs to teach new anglers river etiquette and proper fish handling?

Regardless of the motives behind the 50/50 on the Water initiative, as far as I can see, the end results are all mainly positive. For the future of this sport we all love and to protect the things we value, getting the next generation hooked on fly fishing is imperative. I'd rather live with more crowded rivers than have them polluted by chemicals from fracking or mining, damaged irrevocably. It's a no brainer to me. But that's just 1 flygirl's opinion.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Scenes from the Delaware, June 2020

H: The big D. She's never boring. Even when I'm not actively fishing, there’s always so much to see and entertain. Behind the scenes on the Delaware. A few pics and videos from the past month. My first time uploading video so bear with me re: any quality issues.

Up close and personal with newly hatched dragonflies. 😎

Close up of a newly hatched dragonfly


Deer crossing at home pool.


Found the motherlode of caddis fly casings.

Struck the caddis fly casing motherlode

I have almost as much fun observing the mayflies as I do fishing.

A March Brown takes a stroll on the NRX. The first big bug of the season besides the golden stones.


Green drakes are the fairest of them all. đŸ˜

Green drakes on the Delaware



One evening at home pool, I was just too distracted to fish. Toads were getting frisky. Males were singing their hearts out. They were swimming and splashing all around me and there was toad spawn everywhere!

Toad and toad spawn

Toad spawn at home pool.



The views never get old (East, West, Main). 

East Branch of the Delaware

Evening on the West Branch of the Delaware before the fog rolled in.

Main stem of the Delaware


Thursday, June 25, 2020

Here we go, again

H: So, it only took a Pandemic and a few months of self-isolation to get me writing again. I have to say, it feels good. My recent case of the Salar blues had me thinking about a short Atlantic salmon trip I took with a good friend 2 years ago. After almost 4 years of silence, is there anyone still out there reading this? Regardless, here we go, again....


I fish too hard. A few close friends have told me that. Never when Im trout fishing. I typically have 70 days a year on the water for that. While trout fishing, Im a woman of leisure. When dry fly fishing for trout on my home water, the Upper Delaware, I might spend a whole afternoon on the river barely making a single cast, and thats ok. 

But the 14 or so days a year I go Atlantic salmon fishing or steelhead fishing, its true. I fish too hard. I switch on like a machine, change gears, and transform into an anadromous fishing fanatic on a quest. LOL. Can you blame me? Its my pilgramage, my hajj. By machine, Im referring to the no holds barrred commitment needed to make the thousand casts sometimes required to catch these fish on the swing. I will cast and cast and cast till my stripping fingers are cut and raw. 

But there's nothing mechanical about swinging flies for atlantics or steelhead with a spey rod. Its an art as well as a science. Its like music but youre trying to feel and learn the rhythm of a river, a place in time. Anyone who has spey cast knows, when you find that rhythm, everything feels connected. You, your flyrod, line, and fly are one with the water, the air, the whole freaking universe. Seriously! Its like a flawless performance of Beethovens 9th with the Spey rod, my instrument of choice. (No, Im not on anything while writing this ;).

2 years ago, I took my friend Kat up to the GaspĂ©sie for some salmon fishing. She was scheduled to tie at the ASFI (Atlantic Salmon Fly International) in New Brunswick so we decided to fit a few days fishing in beforehand. Timing wise it was a little too early for the Bonaventure and Petite CascapĂ©dia. The water was still very cold and few fish were in the rivers. But a few days fishing is better than none. I was scheduled to drive out West the day after I returned from the ASFI with Kat so this was my only shot. 

Kat has fly fished for atlantics in Scotland, Ireland, Norway, and Iceland but this was her first trip to the GaspĂ©sie. She and I go waaayyy back. I met her 10 years ago at the Julianas Anglers Fly Fishing School and we became good friends shortly afterwards. She was one of the instructors at the School and I was a newbie. Back then, the School and the Club was very active. I recall there were 20+ women at the School the year I attended. They broke us up into groups based on experience level: the brookies, rainbows, and browns. I was a brookie, the greenest of the green. 

Kat is one of the nicest, toughest, and most independent-minded women I know. Shes a talented tyer (she ties in hand) and an accomplished angler, a true Renaissance woman. Wed traveled together for fishing before but it was always with a group. The first time was a 4-day camping trip on the Deschutes where we both caught our first West coast steelhead. The second was to the Bahamas for bonefishing but that was about 6 years ago. Passions get muted and priorities change. While I had become a somewhat hard core Spey angler, Kat had been traveling to fly tying shows abroad, squeezing in some fishing when she could.

She told me about the last time she fished for salmon. It was in Ireland. She stayed at a beautiful historical castle which served 3 gourmet meals a days and had a small salmon stream running through its property. She would fish a couple of hours on the stream during the day, but so far, shed had no luck. Dont get me wrong. Im not opposed to sleeping in castles or savoring gourmet meals. But ever since I learned to fly fish, the fishing has always come first.

The ZEC catch books, not that theyre 100 percent accurate, showed 1 fish caught on the Bonaventure since the season opened and 1 on the Petite CascapĂ©dia caught a couple of days before we arrived. I had entered us into the draw for the Grande but we were not so fortunate. With only 4 days to fish and conditions being far from ideal, I knew it would take luck, hard fishing, most likely both, to catch a salmon. To increase our chances and for Kat to see as much of the rivers as possible, we hired guides for 2 days. 

J-P Tessier searching for salmo salar on the Bonaventure

Our first day on the Bonnie was with J-P. It was cold and wet with heavy mist covering sections of the river. Great steelhead weather but not ideal conditions for trying to spot salmon from a canoe. Kat was far from optimistic about the fishing. She said to me in her best brogue, “The Irish have a saying. When the mist comes over the mountain, the salmon ne’er do bite.” In other words, you might as well head to the PubI had two grabs that day but no hookups. I think the water was still too cold to get these fish to do much more than mouth a fly.

Kat swinging flies in mist at Run-a-pit on the Bonaventure

Our second day was spent on the Petite. I’d never fished the Petite before but Kat won Sector B in the draw so we decided to take it. We spent most of the day at 1 pool. Kat was struggling with her casting but Frankie, our guide, gave her some good tips. He even let her borrow his Rage line for the rest of the trip. Once again, I had a salmon grab my fly. This time, in my excitement, I committed the dreaded trout set and it over before it even began.

Hyun casting on the Petite Cascapedia

Our third day is one I won’t soon forget, but not because of the fishing. We were renting a small chalet next to one of the Open Water access pools on the Bonnie. Kat had some work to do that morning so I walked over to the pool and made a couple of passes. It’s a popular and productive pool so it wasn’t long before I was joined by several anglers. Kat showed up just before noon. She was followed by a group of 5 anglers. One of them was a fellow classic salmon tyer headed to the ASFI, Sasha, a friend of Kat’s. Accompanying him were 3 Canadian anglers and guide, Marc LeBlanc.

I started tying flies right before my first salmon trip to GaspĂ© 5 years ago. Some of the first flies I ever attempted to tie were hairwing patterns created by Monsieur LeBlanc including the picasse. Here was the man himself—soft spoken, with twinkling blue eyes, sporting a gloriously flamboyant handlebar moustache. 

Marc LeBlanc with a box full of salmon candy

I had wanted to head upriver to sector C in the afternoon, to the place where I had those grabs but Kat looked very happy and in her element. We took over the access picnic table. Bottles of Irish whiskey and Scotch emerged from fishing packs and coolers. Canadian beer flowed freely. Kat even drove back to the chalet to get cheese, salumi, and more libations. We spent the afternoon talking, laughing, drinking, eating, and NOT fishing.

Kat and the boys at Malin

Monsieur LeBlanc was very charming and gracious, as well as a consummate flirt, LOL. He opened up his fly boxes, metal candy tins outfitted with foam, to show us his flies. Inside were beautiful and colorful candy for the salmon. He shared stories of how some of his creations came to be and gave both Kat and I our pick of flies. There were some fancier salmon flies in his boxes but my eyes were drawn to the Royal Picasse—a special tie of a very simple but brilliantly effective fishing fly. Kat chose the Out to Lunch (pictured below), a great high water fly. 


Marc LeBlanc and his Out to Lunch fly

Marc also shared memories about the early days of Quebec salmon fishing, of fishing with Lee and Joan Wulff. It wasn’t till the afternoon light turned gold and the air cooled that we finally got around to fishing. With 10+ anglers at the pool, we would each probably get 1 full pass depending on the pace of the anglers. 

As the magic hour approached, the salmon began to stir, and a couple of fish announced their presence at the tail of the pool. When magic hour arrives, a lucky angler in the right position (in this case, the pool’s tail) has a great chance of hooking a salmon. The lucky angler turned out to be Kat’s friend, Sasha. Granted he took his time going through the run, taking baby steps down to the tail. But no one really minded. We were all happy to see a salmon brought to net. I think it was the third salmon caught on the Bonnie since the season had opened.

Magic hour on the Bonaventure River

Of course that day would be Kat’s fondest memory from our trip and she has told me a few times,You fish too hard. I too enjoyed that day on the Bonnie, hanging out with the guys and meeting Monsieur LeBlanc. It’s never been only about the fishing. I enjoy every facet of being on a river including the comaraderie of fellow anglers. But if I had to choose between hooking and fighting a big beautiful fresh hen.... Hmmmm.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Rainbow's End

H: Home pool is home to some of the biggest and prettiest rainbows in the Upper Delaware river (honestly, I'm not at all biased :). These past two months I've been very fortunate to catch some real beauties.

Usually I can catch them on dries through the end of October. But this fall, the releases from the Cannonsville reservoir have been so erratic that the dry fly fishing has been hit or miss, mostly miss over the weekends. I've seen the river jump from a bare bones 500 cfs to 2300 cfs in a matter of days. It's been a crazy yo-yo rollercoaster ride for these poor trout and all the other creatures that call the Upper Delaware home.

So I've gotten into the habit of taking my trout spey rod down to the river, along with my dry fly rod, to swing streamers. It's turned out to be a successful tactic. I can cover large amounts of water (my home water is pretty big) and when the releases are especially large, I've been using sinking polyleaders and big flies. Plus, it's gotten me ready for steelhead fishing.

Here are some rainbow highlights from the last couple of months.

Caught my biggest rainbow trout to date on the Delaware. She barely fit in the net!
Caught my biggest rainbow to date on the Delaware. She didn't fit in the net. Of course my phone battery dies after a quick photo LOL.

Another rainbow trout that just fit in the net.
A gorgeous rainbow that just fits in the net. Photo: M. Chapple

The beauty of these Delaware rainbow trout just blows me away. Another stunner!
A real stunner. The beauty and power of these Delaware rainbows never fails to blow me away. Photo: M. Chapple

A gorgeous double rainbow on the Delaware river
A double rainbow afternoon on the Delaware. Just being on the river to see this would have made my day.

Another beautiful rosy cheeked rainbow trout from home pool on the Delaware
Another rosy cheeked beauty from home pool.

Releasing a beautiful rainbow trout on the Delaware. See you later Ms. rainbow!
See ya later Ms. Rainbow!