05/06/2026
I spent the last three days, "Hunting Lunkers" in the Metolius River.
My friend Mario and I spent the morning on Monday with pro fly guide, Micheal Dooley, learning Euro nymphing. Caught a pile of whitefish on tiny droppers. It's a productive technique, but things changed when I started throwing 6-inch, weighted streamers into deep structure for Bull trout.
Micheal showed me a submerged log with a depression washed underneath it. I drifted the fly into the holding seam and stripped through the trough. Connected with a big bull trout almost immediately. It came off under the log as I tried to pressure it out. I changed flies and smashed the second on a seam outside the log. Fought it about a minute, but she came off too. Frustrating as HELL. I came back Tuesday mid-morning to seek my revenge. Hit a third one and the same area that ripped me to mid river and came unbuttoned in the 12" deep riffle.
Went back the this morning in heavy fog and saw a fish laying on a gravel bar in a foot of water beside a deep trough. Looked more like a steelhead or salmon than a trout. One step backward and it vanished into the dark water channel.
My truck has Lunker Hunter NW on it. At point on Monday a couple people asked, “Who’s the Lunker Hunter?”
The guide pointed at the guy throwing giant streamers for bull trout, me.
That felt about right.
I will return...