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This will be a selection of various patterns for waters in the greater Yellowstone National Park area in September. Besides fishing the Madison River outside of the park, Michael wants to visit some of the other locations in the park that he has not been to. This LINK provides an overview of some of those places…and these are the REGULATIONS for fishing in Yellowstone National Park…None of these patterns use lead or lead sub. in their construction…

YNP BOX, FALL 2017…

40 years ago, in the Fall, on the Firehole River…

BLEW ON BLUE SH – Matthews/Variant …

HOOK: TMC 5262, #10

THREAD: UTC 210 Denier, Peacock Blue – Abdomen / UTC 70 denier, Peacock Blue – Thorax forward

TAIL: 6 strands Krystal Flash UV Blue

ABDOMEN: UTC 210 Denier, Peacock Blue Thread

RIB: UTC Gold Wire, BR

THORAX: Az Simi Seal, #21 Black/Blue

HACKLE: Natural Partridge, Grey-ish

A Craig Matthews Fall run-up Soft Hackle pattern. I used UTC Peacock Blue rather that the Uni Aqua called for in this video…because it has worked very well for me in other Blue patterns that I use…

Materials BLEW ON BLUE SH…

BLEW ON BLUE SHs…#10’s…

FULL DRESSED (Red) – Matthews/Variant …

HOOK: TMC 5262, #10

THREAD: Danville 6/0, Red

RIB: UTC Gold Wire, BR

THORAX: Mink Body Hair, raked from hide, Natural Brown

HACKLE: Brown-ish Natural Partridge

A Craig Matthews/Blue Ribbon Flies Soft Hackle pattern for Fall run-up Trout…on some rivers we will be fishing

 

Materials FULL RED DRESS…

FULL RED DRESS SHs …#10 & #14…

Someone is near Toronto today…by a lake…maybe some fish photos to follow… :-)…nope, Michael didn’t catch any fish out of his kayak…shold have tried some Dahlberg Divers…

PRINCE ALBERT, Gold – D. Pauline/Variant …

HOOK: TMC 5262, #10 & #14 – #18

THREAD: UTC 70 Denier, Dark Brown

TAIL: Pheasant Tail Fibers, Brown

ABDOMEN: 3 strands Gold Krystal Flash

RIB: UTC WIRE, RED –  BR, SM or x-sm

THORAX: Ice Dub, UV Brown

HACKLE: Dyed Brown Partridge – Wapsi

BEAD: Tungsten, Black, sized to hook

This is a variant, in Gold, of a Doug Pauline fly pattern. He guides for the Slide Inn on the Madison River…

Materials PRINCE ALBERT, Gold…

PRINCE ALBERTs, Gold…#10 & #14…

SPICY TUNGSTEN BLOODY MARY (Furnace)…

HOOK:  TMC 5262, #12 – #16

THREAD: Danville 6/0, Red – Abdomen / Veevus 16/0, Black – Thorax forward

TAIL: Goose Biots, Rusty Brown

ABDOMEN: Danville 6/0, Red thread

RIB: 1 UV2 Peacock Hel wrapped around Veevus 16/0, Black Thread – 1 turn in front of hackle behind bead

HACKLE: Hen neck, Furnace

BEAD: Plummeting Tungsten Bead, Red, Sized to hook

This is an older steelhead pattern downsized for Trout using furnace hackle and a red tungsten bead…for the Madison inside the park…

 

Materials SPICY TUNGSTEN BLOODY MARY (Furnace)…

SPICY TUNGSTEN BLOODY MARYs (Furnace)…#14’s…

UV2 PURPLE PEACOCK/PARTRIDGE (Plummeting Purple Tungsten Bead) SH…

HOOK: TMC 5262, #14 – #18

THREAD: Veevus 16/0, Black

BODY: UV2 Dyed Purple Peacock

RIB: UTC Silver Wire – SM

BEAD: Plummeting Tungsten Bead, Purple, sized to hook

I first tied some of these soft hackles up back in 2014 because I like to use peacock and partridge SH’s on high elevation lakes in the Eastern Sierras. I have also used the natural peacock and partridge soft hackle on various stretches of the Madison River from Ennis up to Raynolds Pass with success in the early Summer and Fall. I have a very strong suspicion that these purple guys are going to take a lot of nice Trout on this upcoming trip…

Materials UV2 PURPLE PEACOCK/PARTRIDGE (Plummeting Purple Tungsten Bead) SH…

I love this stuff !!!

UV2 PURPLE PEACOCK/PARTRIDGE (Plummeting Purple Tungsten Bead) SH…#16’s…

Ally and Michael at Burnt Tree Hole on the Madison River…

UV2 PURPLE PEACOCK/PARTRIDGE – W/O Bead # 12’s…I tied these up on 7.09.2017 for Ally to take into the Sierra Backcountry this coming weekend because they are a killer pattern for lakes…

RECIPE FOR UV2 PEACOCK/PARTRIDGE…

GRIZZLY SERENDIPITY TB #47 …

HOOK: TMC 113BLH, #14 – #18

THREAD: Danville 6/0, #47 Tobacco Brown – Abdomen / Veevus 16/0, Black – thorax forward

RIB: UTC Copper or Gold wire SM & x-sm depending on hook size

WING: Bleached Coastal Deer Hair

EXTENDED FLASH: Grizzly Krystal Flash Black/Red

This is a variation on Kelly Galloup’s $3,00 Bridge Serendipity using a wide gape heavy hook and the “Special JuJu”  Grizzly Krystal Flash. I don’t know exactly why, but this Grizzly Krystal Flash, incorporated into nymph and midge patterns, can really make a great day of Trout fishing…

Materials GRIZZLY SERENDIPITY TB #47…

GRIZZLY SERENDIPITY TB #47…#16’s…

$3.00 BRIDGE SERENDIPITY –  Galloup Version/Variant…

HOOK: TMC 100SPBL, #16 & #18

THREAD: Danville 6/0, Black – Abdomen / Veevus 16/0, Black – Thorax forward

RIB: UTC Wire Gold or Silver SM #16 /  x-sm #18

WING: Bleached Coastal Deer Hair

EXTENDED FLASH: 1 strand each side to just behind hook bend, Krystal Flash UV Pearl

This is Kelly Galloup’s version of the $3.00 Bridge Serendipity in Black. The version developed by Craig Matthews at Blue Ribbon Flies is tied on a scud hook and looks like THIS. Both may be tied with or without a bead and both work exceptionally well…

Materials $3.00 BRIDGE SERENDIPITY –  Galloup Version/Variant…

 $3.00 BRIDGE SERENDIPITY(s) –  Galloup Version/Variant…#18’s & #16’s…

SEREN STUPIDITY UV2 –  (The X) – MFC/Variant…

HOOK: Daiichi 1130, #18 & #16

THREAD: Tiemco 16/0, Olive

BODY: UV2 Turkey Biot, BWO

RIB: Flashabou Dyed Pearl, Olive #6969

WING: EP Trigger Point Int’l. Fibers, White

So this is a variant on a Montana Fly Co. pattern that I wanted to include in my selection of attractors to use on the Madison and some other waters when Michael and I go to Montana. Serendipities can mimic a great number of bugs in the biomass and are very useful sub-surface searching patterns. I employ them on moving waters wherever we go…

Materials SEREN STUPIDITY UV2 –  (The X)…

SEREN STUPIDITYs UV2 –  (The X)…#18 & #16…

UV2 SHOP VAC (Rusty Brown) – Rowan Nyman/Variant, Daiichi 1130, #16 – #20… a little experiment I’ll be fishin’ on…

SHOP VAC (Rusty Brown) –  Rowan Nyman/Variant …

HOOK: Daiichi 1130, #16 – #20

THREAD: Veevus 16/0, Black

ABDOMEN: Pheasant Tail Fibers – Rusty Brown – Wapsi PTP 051

RIB: UTC Copper wire SM & x-sm – depending on hook size

THORAX: UV2 Dyed Peacock, Black * Optional – or just plain black thread

WING: White Zelon

BEAD: Copper Tungsten, sized to hook

This is a Rowan Nyman pattern (variant) that he developed at Blue Ribbon Flies many years ago. I tie a bunch of variants on this fly and always create  a bunch before I head to Montana. I also tie these with a Danville 6/0, #47, Tobacco Brown thread abdomen using gold wire and a gold bead. This little guy works well in the Eastern Sierras too...Here it is tied by Arrick’s Fly Shop in West Yellowstone

Materials UV2 SHOP VAC (Rusty Brown)…

UV2 SHOP VACs (Rusty Brown)…#18 & #16…

FIREHOLE FLOSS NECTOPSYCHE …

HOOK: Daiichi 1110, #14 – #16

THREAD: UTC 70 Denier, Olive

BODY: Flexi-Floss, Chartreuse

UNDERWING: EP trigger Point Int’l. Fibers, White

FLASH: (in wing) – 6-8 strands Midge Rainbow Flash –  Cascade Crest

WING: Bleached Coastal Deer Hair

This is the “White Miller Caddis” that appears on waters in Yellowstone National Park waters in the Spring and again in the Fall. An overview of this insect is provided in this article from Fly Fisherman Magazine

Materials FIREHOLE FLOSS NECTOPSYCHE…

FIREHOLE FLOSS NECTOPSYCHE(s)…#16’s…

 

NEXT: Another BOX for MONTANA…

 

 

PT/TB

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These are two interesting dubbing materials that I use when creating some of my fly patterns:

SLF PRISM:

SLF Prism Dubbing. No Description Available
ZELON DUBBING BRF
and Zelon Dubbing:
ZELON DUBBING BRF
ZELON DUBBING BRF
SLF Prism was introduced in 2007 by Wapsi and Zelon dubbing is only available through Blue Ribbon Flies in West Yellowstone.
SLF Prism has found its’ way into many of the classic attractor nymphs or searching flies I tie. Zelon dubbing was developed by Craig Matthews, in many colors, to match the insects in Yellowstone National Park and in the surrounding areas. I use SLF Prism for the thorax on the Dean Endress ROBO PT nymph.
ROBO PT
Dean’s ROBO PT NYMPH…Dean ties it bushy, using mixed Lite Brite for the thorax…
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Parks’ Fly Shop is located in Gardiner, MT, where the Yellowstone River flows North out of the park. I stopped there with Ally in 2001. They have an interesting selection of custom flies which work exceptionally well in the local area and on other waters as well ( try a House and Lot Spider on the Upper Owens or Hot Creek). They have some unique flies which will serve one well and a visit to this charming little town on the North entrance to Yellowstone National Park is well worth the time… Much like Blue Ribbon Flies in West Yellowstone is a fixture, so is Richards Parks shop in Gardiner…

 

Here is a link to their custom flies with a description of pattern components:

Park’s Fly Shop (See Custom Flies 2010)

Wiese’s Turkey Vac

 

 


 

 


 


 

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On Thursday, October 13, 1977, the sky was again overcast and there was the threat of more rain or snow.The night before, my Dad and I had decided, over a steak dinner, to travel over to the Yellowstone River to try for some West Slope Cutthroat trout.

After a quick breakfast, we left West Yellowstone at 7:30 AM and drove to Norris, Canyon, then South to Buffalo Ford several miles North of Fishing Bridge. On the way, we passed The Gibbon River which I would not fish on this trip and endless miles of lodge pole pines no longer there as a result of the 1988 fire. As we drove South from Canyon, several herds of buffalo grazed in the Hayden Valley.

Arriving at Buffalo Ford, I rigged my Leonard and remarked to my Dad about the pleasurable effect of being able to fish with no one else present. We were the only people there. At the end of my tippet, I tied on a # 14 Gold Ribbed Hare’s Ear and stepped into the water. Even at this late period in the fall, the Yellowstone’s current was strong.

I fished quartering upstream, using the “high – stick” technique that I had been taught on the Roaring Fork. My body was constantly being pushed down river by the flow. I felt my feet slipping on the gravel bottom as I made an effort to dig in. ” Hey”, my Dad called out as he observed from the bank, you’re moving!” After an hour of this, with no trout to hand, I ambled out of the river and sat with Dad in the grass to rest. ” Why don’t you try that streamer again”, he suggested. I reached into my vest and pulled out the streamer wallet, fingered through its’ pockets and removed a # 6 Bucktail Coachman. This time, I left the wing unclipped – thinking it would make a difference( it didn’t), cut the leader back to 2X and tied it on with a Duncan Loop.

I stepped back into the river and cast out into the current quartering downstream. As the fly swung below me and the line tightened, I twitched the rod tip back and forth and gave the rod a slight pumping action. I retrieved the line back to myself first slow, then fast. It started to rain.

My Dad walked back to the car. Just as he called out to tell me where he was going, I looked down into the water at my slipping feet and noticed, to my amazement, three 16-18 inch trout holding at knee level. I was breaking the current for them. Each time I moved downriver after fishing out my cast, the three trout would slowly fin backwards and remain in position.

After thirty minutes of no fish and with the rain now becoming a steady downfall, I became REALLY frustrated. First, I tried to kick one of my trailing companions in the head. I nearly lost my balance. Then, holding my rod in my left hand, I leaned over with my nose almost touching the water’s surface and tried to grab one of the trout. I succeeded in getting soaking wet. By now, my Father had returned to stream side and was watching my antics.

I heard him call out to me, “Hey, I think you ARE losing it son…Let’s go!”

It was 3:00 PM. The wind was blowing gale force and the rain was coming down sideways. Once again, I was frozen. I stomped up to the bank, heaved myself into the grass, got up and went back to the car. I was muttering under my breath, ripping off my waders and drenched clothing. We drove on to the Old Faithful Lodge, where next to the fireplace, over B&B’s and water my Dad tried, but could not keep a straight face.

I was to hear, for many years to come, a recounting of my first experience on the Yellowstone River….

This story continues here:
4. South to Bridgeport

PT/TB

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The third day of my visit to West Yellowstone broke cold and overcast. Dad drove me up to the Firehole and dropped me off about a mile above where I had previously fished – close to Biscuit Basin. I had expected the weather to turn and wore a heavy wool, cable knit fisherman’s sweater and two sets of long underwear. On top of that, were clunky, inflexible boot foot waders that barely bent at the knees. I placed on my head a thick wool pull over watch cap – one of those with horizontal colored stripes that looks fashionable on a tourist in the Andes. I had no gloves or anything else to keep my exposed hands warm and would pay a price for this later in the day.

Rigging a # 22 Dry on the Firehole, October, 1977…

I fished upstream with the same small ( #22) yellow mayfly pattern I had been using. I hooked a few small fish, none over twelve inches. At 11:00 AM the wind began to pick up and the sky darkened further. Soon, drops of rain, then sleet and finally snow began to fall. Within an hour, the guides on the Leonard filled up with ice. I plunged the entire rod and reel into the warm river water to free the ice. In five minutes, the guides were, once again, choked with ice. Then my hands turned blue.

Workin’ a section of the Firehole…

I staggered clumsily out of the river and onto the bank and sat under a tree ( this was pre fire). I rolled my wader top down and stuffed my hands under the sweater and into my armpits. It was now 1:30PM and Dad would not be coming up the road to get me till 5:30 PM. It was so cold. No traffic was moving on the road to or from Old Faithful or the Yellowstone Lodge ( Old Faithful Inn). The snowflakes were getting bigger, piling up on the ground. The world had become utterly dark and silent except for the thick sheet of steam rising from the river and it’s constant gurgling. My head was itching like crazy, I felt totally alone.

Caught a Trout…my Dad took these pictures which have been LOST for a very long time…

I contemplated walking to Madison Junction and on to west Yellowstone just to keep warm. I was miserable.

I walked to the road and headed East towards Madison Junction and town, switching my rod from one hand to the other so my free hand could be stuffed under my sweater. I arrived at the Junction at 5:00PM and saw the approaching headlights of my car in the distance.

” What took you so long?” I asked my Dad as he pulled alongside me with the window partially down. ” I noticed it was snowing when I left the saloon”, he replied, ” so I figured I’d better pick you up early”.

I walked around the rear of the car, opened the door and slid my soaked body into the passenger seat exhaling loudly. Just then, my dad reached under his seat and thrust a brand new hot thermos bottle into my rigid hands. ” Thought you might like some hot coffee”, he winked.

My Dad was an OK kinda guy…

From that day to this, there are five items that ALWAYS accompany me to the water – in my truck or on my person: a soft, warm watch cap, fingerless or flip-over gloves, full gloves, a de-icing agent ( ice off paste), Gore Tex Shell and a thermometer

MORE warm clothing...HERE

That is what I learned that day…

This story continues here:

3. On Being an Obstruction
4. South to Bridgeport

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Dad and Mom before she hit the ejection button…

… was this. Dad would ride with me, early in the morning, to a spot on the Madison or Firehole in the park, drop me off and return to pick me up at dusk.

On the first morning, Dad left me where we had parked the day before. It was clear; the temps were in the low 60’s as I watched a flock of Canadian Geese course up the river as I set up my Leonard. I waded into the current and placed several casts of the miniscule yellow mayfly along a center streambed of moss.

PT, Fly Fishing the Firehole River, in Yellowstone National Park, October, 1977…

Around my third drift, a good fish rose to my offering and pushed upstream. I attempted to turn what was now a very heavy fish before it made the safety of the moss. “Damn”, I muttered as it dove into the vegetation. I had not positioned myself properly to turn my prey away from its safe haven. I spent the next five minutes moving up and down the bank pressuring the fish. I let the line go slack. With a rush, the fish turned down river. I couldn’t stop him. I panicked. The fish was into my backing. At that moment, the fish gave a headshake and the tippet popped. “Maybe five pounds”, I said to myself.

Working a dry fly around the weed beds…

I spent the rest of the day thrashing about with two small Browns to hand. Late in the afternoon, I walked down the road along the Firehole to a large pool I had seen when my Dad and I came up in the morning. I cut back my leader to 3x and tied on a wet Royal Coachman streamer, size # 6 . I clipped its wing to a stub (a trick Frank Arcularius used on the upper Owens River) and proceeded to cast, quartering downstream.

 

Royal_Streamer

 

ROYAL COACHMAN STREAMER – (un-clipped wing)

I used a hand twist retrieve initially as the fly swung below me. Then, sped up the speed on subsequent casts. When I had the fly moving at about 4-6 inches per second, the first of a series of small Browns pounced. I was releasing the sixth fish when I heard a horn honk and turned to the road to see my Dad pulling off the road to pick me up. It was almost dark.

There is a nice fish in that net!!!…

On the way back to West Yellowstone, Father reported his exploits at a new town watering hole. My Dad was 65. He was handsome, charming and a good storyteller. It seems a bevy of babes at the local leather sewer had warmed up to him. He insisted that I accompany him back to HQ and meet them. He was right; they were BABES and all in their twenties. They wouldn’t give ME the time of day…
The Story continues here:

2.The Big Freeze

3. On Being an Obstruction

4. South to Bridgeport

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