Maybe today was a raft day after all

Might as well hit it

Dave, stoked on his first ever steelhead, his second one was ALOT bigger

Sorry for the long absence.

Fishing has been, over-all, good.

Yes I have now had two days this season when we didn’t even hook a fish, but I have also had some of the best fishing I have ever seen in February or early March.

The weather has been …awesome.

Thanks to everyone who has come out so far, you have made it fun.

As for the crowds there are an awful lot of boats around but most days I have been able to hide.

This fish was caught here last week by Oclaire Enstad while fishing with my friend Mike Zavadlov of Mike Z's guide service

Something like this could always be very near your fly.  If you want a fish like this every cast, mend , and hook set, matters this much.

How cool is that.

Jim Kerr Rain coast guides

There is a lot of traffic in the obvious spots, and plenty of fish of the beaten track.

Bright up river buck

Cool spot where no one ever goes

Jim Kerr,
Rain coast guides

Fresh lower river buck

You gotta ask yourself, do you want to fish with a guide service that doesn't have its own beer?

Max, thanks for the label, that rocks!
Jim Kerr
Rain coast guides

Found hiding in a side channel

Some people think that warm low winter water and fresh fish make for good swinging, those people are right.

Snider buck, going home

Jim Kerr
Raincoast guides

Well,  Its been fine.  I have fished with lots of fun people this week.  We hooked a bunch of nice bright steelhead.  Some big, some medium all chrome bright.  We found fish up and down the Sol Duc AND Hoh.  If I had made it to the Bogachiel I am sure it would have fished fine.  The weekends have been crowded, but the week days have been quite and lazy.

Check out how thick the wrist of this fishes tail is, total chunker.

I have days open here and there through out the rest of February that I would love to fill.  Give me a call if you want to give it a try.

Camo Synder buck

Jim Kerr
Rain Coast Guides

I took a few days off this week to hang with Lauren at our southern estate in Astoria for my birthday.  As a present I took myself creek fishing, at a brand new creek (new to me anyway).

I was invited; very generously I might add, by my friend Adam McNamara (Cast away guide service) to fish a awesome and forgotten river where he has been swinging 3 or more fish a day.  I declined, I needed some family time.

So, this morning, when Lauren left for work, I headed out for a little creek about ten minutes from the apartment.

As I said, I have never fished it before, although I have driven over it a hundred times.  You know the creek, on the way to work, looks interesting, maybe a little brushy and slippery, but wouldn’t it be cool, if you really had time to learn it.

Well I don’t have the time so I planned a one-morning stand, hit it and quit it type of deal.

It’s been a long time since I have fished somewhere new.  It was great.  When I got there it was just like I remembered, some ones wife or girlfriend or daughter was sitting annoyed and impatient in the parking lot.  Two guys on the river turned and looked at me like a leper when I walked up.  The banks of the creek were boot beaten down and there was a generous amount of beer cans and fast food wrappers strewn about the parking lot, stuck in the bushes, lying in the river.  It really felt like home.

In about ten minutes me and the glowering locals where old pals, they gave me directions to a few of the better pools, told me what was private land, what was public, and where I should sneak.

I fished down river and enjoyed the awesome weather, the company of other anglers I met, and the fact that although I wasn’t seeing any fish I wasn’t loosing many flies and I hadn’t fallen in the river.

As I fished my way back to the car I finally saw a guy hook and land a fish.

It was a great fish, a really nice long jawed buck about nine pounds with a snow white belly and just turning pink on the sides.  It was a miraculously thick hatchery fish, and it made me feel a little more optimistic to see it.

The hole at the parking lot still had a couple guys flogging it when I returned, now that the sun was on it I could see it a little better. There was plenty of room, and every one was friendly so I decided to give it another try.

About two cast later I thought I hooked a fish, I wasn’t sure at first, he was slack lining me pretty bad, sliding toward me just a tiny bit faster than I could strip line, but I knew it was something.  After I got tightened down and he started running I began to wonder.  This is Oregon, and a tiny little hatchery creek; the fish can’t be that big.  But he kept holding down and running fast and long all around the hole at will.

When he finally rolled over I thought I might be about to catch a 20-pound steelhead on my birthday.

After I got him to the beach though I saw that although he had the length, he wasn’t far enough around.  A nice healthy solid teener wild fish.

I had time to get one more before I headed for my massage appointment.

Happy birthday to me.

Fishing in Forks is damn fine right now, I will be headed back Friday and I do have open days next week.  Give me a call

Jim Kerr

Raincoast guides

Wayne grabs one back

Jim Kerr
Rain Coast guides