The Tamaracks

The Tamaracks

The last tree to change is the tamarack.  It turns golden-yellow before dropping its needles into the river.  Then the river is golden-yellow and that’s when you know that winter is coming (if you didn’t know that already).  The brown trout spawn when the...
Leaves on the ground

Leaves on the ground

It’s been a quick fall.  The river I see now is the river we’ll see in November.  Subtract the yellowing tamaracks, and it’ll be the river we see all winter!  Likewise, the brown trout spawn is getting rolling in a big way and many of the trout are...
The Big Lonely

The Big Lonely

The woods are crowded with hunters, and certain rivers with salmon and steelhead anglers, and that leaves the Au Sable — so busy in the summer — as an unexpected place for some solitude.   It’s rare to see an angler this time of year.  Maybe a boat...
Off and On

Off and On

The other day I craved some nymph fishing.  I know it’s not glamorous, or particularly exciting, but sometimes it’s fun to just pick apart a pool with a couple of small nymphs in the fall.  It was the right kind of afternoon anyway: overcast and cold but...
Cast and Blast

Cast and Blast

Sleet, rain, sun, and colorful leaves in the wind: what a week.  The conditions have varied rapidly — often changing back and forth and back again — in the time it takes to switch flies.   None of these changes has resulted in particularly good fishing...