Our last two days have been spent on beautiful Clear Creek. Carlisle is an excellent boat woman, handling the big water with ease.
The mouth of Clear Creek is a preferred spot with folks camped out for the King season. People get boated up river, dropped off and spend the King season, 2 weeks, camped on the river. It looked like a lot of fun with folks moving in and out sharing camps. We chose not to fish the mouth but walked up Clear Creek hoping to find fish farther up with fewer people. We did find some fish, but getting one to bite is a big challenge. They no longer are feeding and have one mission which is to spawn. Their uncanny ability to avoid all types of massive hooks and paraphernalia relentlessly thrown at them by people standing within yards, is truly amazing. There is rarely a moment that a hook is not in their face and yet so few are caught. We saw them swim on the surface exposing their size. Some leaped from the water showing fluorescent tackle hanging from their bodies. It's an odd style of fishing, often too close for comfort. I've always been a little nervous of this so called "combat fishing" but, one has to do what one has to do. Having someone from your own party on either side makes it much easier when something goes wrong, such as when the handle of my reel fell off, making it impossible to retrieve my line which now was floating into my neighbors coveted space ! Carlisle to the rescue. From downtown Anchorage, to remote locations, if the Kings are in, people are on the rivers. No fishing is allowed from 11pm until 6am giving the fish time to escape, which hardly seems necessary, but more importantly it's a chance for the fisher people to eat and sleep. We'll keep fishing and with the rivers now clearing up, new possibilities open up on the Talkeetna River.
The mouth of Clear Creek is a preferred spot with folks camped out for the King season. People get boated up river, dropped off and spend the King season, 2 weeks, camped on the river. It looked like a lot of fun with folks moving in and out sharing camps. We chose not to fish the mouth but walked up Clear Creek hoping to find fish farther up with fewer people. We did find some fish, but getting one to bite is a big challenge. They no longer are feeding and have one mission which is to spawn. Their uncanny ability to avoid all types of massive hooks and paraphernalia relentlessly thrown at them by people standing within yards, is truly amazing. There is rarely a moment that a hook is not in their face and yet so few are caught. We saw them swim on the surface exposing their size. Some leaped from the water showing fluorescent tackle hanging from their bodies. It's an odd style of fishing, often too close for comfort. I've always been a little nervous of this so called "combat fishing" but, one has to do what one has to do. Having someone from your own party on either side makes it much easier when something goes wrong, such as when the handle of my reel fell off, making it impossible to retrieve my line which now was floating into my neighbors coveted space ! Carlisle to the rescue. From downtown Anchorage, to remote locations, if the Kings are in, people are on the rivers. No fishing is allowed from 11pm until 6am giving the fish time to escape, which hardly seems necessary, but more importantly it's a chance for the fisher people to eat and sleep. We'll keep fishing and with the rivers now clearing up, new possibilities open up on the Talkeetna River.