GungasUncle
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Gales Creek was the stream I considered my home waters for the better part of two decades. In the last couple years, I haven't fished it nearly as much, as I was focusing my fishing on other streams and lakes. I went out on what might be my last trip until next year - only to be left wondering WTF happened to this stream. In the stretch I typically fish, a bad day was 5-10 small fish. I would almost always spook fish either with a poorly executed cast, or wading through a spot I didn't expect to see fish, but they were there anyway.
This time - no fish spooked, no last-minute refusals, gin clear water with good light that should've revealed their every position - and only one (nice for this stream, I admit) fish struck (and landed). I was left wondering if there was a chemical spill, a deadly flood, or if someone fished the place out. I saw zero salmon or steelhead either - and at this late in the season I would typically see a couple of the big guys up that high in the system trying to make a go at their spawning grounds. This time - nada, zero, zip, zilch.
After a morning of wondering what happened, I headed upstream even further than I usually fish, and landed one more decent fish - with one or two last minute refusals, but didn't see any other fish than that. It was a ghost stream. I used to do really well fishing this creek in the fall - but I was disappointed and concerned this time. It was like meeting up with an old friend who you thought would go far, but wound up working a dead end job and has a string of drug arrests or something.
I hope the next time I visit the stream she's rebounded.
This time - no fish spooked, no last-minute refusals, gin clear water with good light that should've revealed their every position - and only one (nice for this stream, I admit) fish struck (and landed). I was left wondering if there was a chemical spill, a deadly flood, or if someone fished the place out. I saw zero salmon or steelhead either - and at this late in the season I would typically see a couple of the big guys up that high in the system trying to make a go at their spawning grounds. This time - nada, zero, zip, zilch.
After a morning of wondering what happened, I headed upstream even further than I usually fish, and landed one more decent fish - with one or two last minute refusals, but didn't see any other fish than that. It was a ghost stream. I used to do really well fishing this creek in the fall - but I was disappointed and concerned this time. It was like meeting up with an old friend who you thought would go far, but wound up working a dead end job and has a string of drug arrests or something.
I hope the next time I visit the stream she's rebounded.