Hi All... Back on 8/20, I posted on this thread that we were on our way up for a couple weeks in the UP and I was seeking any general info on worthwhile fly flicking destinations. Jonathon responded with a pretty detailed set of suggestions. This was much appreciated and now that we're back, I wanted to post a quick travelogue/summary of where I was able to fish and how I did:
In general, the fishing was better than the catching throughout the trip. But the UP is certainly a beautiful place and we're already making plans to return next year, in Sept. again.
Our first base of ops was the Iron River area and I took Jonathon's advice to check out the smallmouth fishery at horserace rapids on the Paint. It's lovely water, loaded with bass even though I only landed 2 smallish bass in about 90 minutes fishing.
The following day, I coerced Petunia to drive me over to the junction of the SB Paint and Cooks Run. Fishing was better here and I bopped a couple dozen small brookies (up to 8" or so)in about 3 hours on a variety of deerhair caddis. During this period, I had the first instance of what would be a recurrent thought throughout the trip: "I should have brought my 7' 5wgt". I had my Far and Fine and even with a short leader, I was in the alders a good deal. The streams reminded me of some of my favorite alder choked little rivulets in Crawford County PA when I was a kid. After I was done, Petunia picked me up at the lowest bridge on Cooks and she brought me a pasty, my first. Delicious!
The next moring, Petunia didn't need coercing. She simply got the keys out of her pocket and asked me where to? I chose another section of SB Paint, still in the Blue Ribbon Water, but a few miles below the Cooks junction. A dry cold front was passing though and the fish were goofy. I fished a mile or so of river and only got about a half dozen small mixed brooks and browns (under 7"). But I got another pasty...
That evening, Pentunia's office called with a work related emergency. Our motel had wireless and she had her laptop. So the next day, regrettably, we ditched plans to go look at waterfalls and I was forced to go fishing again while she worked in the room...:) I lit out for the Blue Ribbon section of the Iron River, but after checking a half dozen access points, could not find one that suited me. So, I fished below the BR section, right in the town of Iron River. In a couple hours, I coaxed up 6 or 7 brookies, including a couple nice ones (by my standards) of 9-10". All on a big-ass (can I say that here?) #10 parachute hares ear. I like this creek and suspect it has some pretty good size fish in this section, although I'm a little skeptical of how dense of a ST pop is here.
The next morning, we pulled stakes and headed for the next Motel stop, just eat of Marquette. We were both very impressed by how vibrant and artsy of a city Marquette is. Wonderful place and Presque Isle Park is beautiful. We ate most of our meals at a wonderful brew pub in the downtown whose name escapes me but it started with a V.
Over my strong protestations, Petunia again instructed me to plan on fishing for 4-5 hours each day we were here. What could I do? I simply don't have the heart to say no to her.
Soo.. The first day, she dropped me off on a nice looking section of the main stem of the Upper Chocolay where I caught a half a bushel basket of steelhead smolt from 6-11" on top. Pretty neat...
The next day, I took on the EB of the Escanaba starting at the park in Guinn. I was on it for 6 hours and only one 3,5" brookie saved me from a skunking. Beautiful river though.
The next morning we pulled stakes and took off for Grand Marais. We stopped in Munsuning for lunch and decided to take the Pictured Rocks tour boat. We got out beyond the 2nd harbor into the main lake and the wind picked up to about 35 knots and our hosts decided to abort. It was ok with me. On the splash, the waves were damn near clearing the body of the boat when they hit. We got a refund, which I considered a bonus having already been delivered to the dock alive.
We hit Grand Marias and Petunia continued in her unyielding insistance that I fish. So, both days while there, I had her take me to the EB of the Fox, which I fished at a campground and also at the Route 77 bridge. A gawdawful alder hell in both places, but I got a few fish drifting a black bugger into the brush and under the logs.
On friday (this past friday) we headed out and made for St. Ignace at the gateway to the bridge on our way to visit one of her work associates in SW MI. Her work struck again and she holed up at the St. Ignace library to pound the keys and I was once again left with nothing to do but endure a couple more hours of fishing. A quick look at the maps said I could make it to the Upper Carp River and still have 2 hours to fish if I took the curves on 2 wheels all the way. So, I did. A lovely place. Got another 3 or 4 smolts on a #14 deerhair caddis.
And that was the end of that...
What a beautiful land. In parts, it reminded me of the Central Sands region of WI and in other parts of the Allegheny foothills of my native NW PA.
We'll be back.
Thanks Jonathon!
Lee