Stories From Inside the Blueline - Saranac Lake Chains

It was finally here - the weekend I had been waiting, hoping, and wishing for for weeks - nay, months. The weekend that kept me sane through a period of time full of chaos and uncertainty. It was finally here.

I went into work early on Friday so that I could get out early on Friday. I sat there and couldn't focus, couldn't stop thinking - or talking - about where I was going and what I was doing. Showing off a fly I had found at Orvis when I went up for a new tapered leader that was perfect for what my main goal was for the weekend.

That goal was to catch my first pike, and to do it with a fly rod.

Once 3:00 rolled around I bolted from work, eager to get going and to get things done. I got home and packed all of my fishing gear. I hastily threw everything into my backpack, grabbed all my stuff from my truck, and loaded it into my car. My wife (the same, wonderful one I've spoken about before), came bearing gifts. A new Plano 777 to house my tying materials and flies that had completely overrun the house, and a much needed fly rod case to house my oft-abused fly rods.

I re-loaded the 777 from my bag and we started out - only to realize that I had forgotten that big perfect Orvis fly in the visor of my truck. This was not the best way to start what was supposed to be an excellent weekend. I brushed it off as the one piece of bad luck on the weekend and we forged ahead. I had my tying stuff and had some of the right materials so all would be ok, I told myself.

We arrived at our destination, The Adirondack B and B at Cochrans Cabins on the shores of Kiwassa Lake, deep inside the blueline of the Adirondack Park. It was too dark to see the water but we could hear it as we lugged all of our stuff up to our immaculately cleaned and prepared room. The natural edged counter top of the bathroom and the presence of a book I had started reading at a previous trip (another favorite trip, pre fishing days) immediately warmed us up to the place and gave us a good feeling. It was going to be everything we had expected and anticipated and more. Because it was so dark, I decided to just tie some flies to prepare for the weekend before bed.

The next morning I was up before the alarm went off and immediately on the water. I expected bass and Pumpkinseed from the shore around the docks, so I was fishing with 6lb test and my 5wt with a messed up fly line. I missed a strike from a nice chunky largemouth on the surface. I tied on one of the flies I had tied the previous night - a big long strip leach type pattern (I'll feature it soon). I was trying to dig up another Largemouth when all of a sudden the line got very heavy. I set the hook on what I thought was just a nice bass when the fish exploded out of the water - a Pike! Unfortunately, that was all I saw of him, as he spit the hook and stuck his tongue out at me in mid-flight. Damn.

Thinking I had just blown my best chance at a pike (Even though I only had 6lb test on and probably wouldn't have landed the decent sized fish anyway) I cast a few more times but ultimately folded up the rod and headed in for breakfast. Breakfast was fantastic, by the way... veggie and ham frittata with cheese, side of melon and apple cinnamon toast. She also warmed up banana bread as a pre-breakfast. My god, it was heaven.

After breakfast we headed up to the room to change and grab a few things to bring with us on the Kayak's. This was one of the major reasons my wife and I picked this place (ok, she found it, just gave me the choice). Access to many lakes and ponds through the interconnected Saranac Lake Chain. The lake we stayed on is the last in the chain ans thus, not a throughfare so less busy. We followed the coast line into the channel that lead into Oseetah Lake - a shallow, weedy lake perfect for bass and, more importantly, pike. I brought along my 8wt with about 8ft of 17lb mono as a leader. The pike weren't known to be the 20 or 30lbers known around Canada - an 8 or 10lber would be a trophy, but that is still a big damn fish and I'd be more than happy to have caught one. I didn't, no climax to the story there.


I was trolling through the channel, occasionally casting to a fishy area, but had no strikes and saw no signs of fish until we got out to the mouth of Oseetah... we started to see lots of fish activity and I began exploring the extremely weedy and lillypad infested channel edges. All was good until a power boat came through and everything quieted down. We saw no more splashy surface boils from bass chasing whatever they were chasing, and heard no more splashes of whatever it was deep into the weed beds beyond what was reachable.


We continued trolling and stopped as the lake opened up. As soon as we stopped my rod went nuts - fish on! Be reminded that when you're trolling in a Kayak - most of the time your line is behind you. Not exactly the most comfortable place to hook and fish a fish (not being able to see it). The first pull was strong, very strong. It jumped and my wife said "its big!". I got very excited and flustered - I thought it was a pike and it felt like a good fish. By the time I got situated and turned around it had stopped fighting after taking quite a bit of line out. I knew based on the lack of longevity it probably wasn't a pike, and I was right. It was a nice chunky largemouth - the biggest I've caught - and I am happier than the photo would indicate with it. I hadn't ever caught a fish trolling or while in the Kayak so it was two firsts.

The weather started rolling in fairly heavily so we decided to head back. I trolled the whole way - nice and slowly - but had no strikes. Once we were out of the channel I cast at some nice structure but still got no love from those pesky, toothy fish. It really was a tough weekend for fishing. Despite the low pressure front coming through as a left over from a hurricane I think the swirling atmosphere really had the fish put down. A lot of the spin and bait anglers said they were having a slow day too until the heavy storm clouds passed by. We never made it back out in the Kayaks but at least we got a few hours, beautiful scenery, and a fish out of our one trip.


Back at the lodge, I decided to wet wade a little before heading out into town. I was really hoping for that pike to show up again but he didn't. The water was amazingly cold - for it being late summer and a hot weather system having just passed through I expected sort of warm water in the shallows, but it was still cold - I'd guess somewhere in the 60's - and felt more like water I had been in in May, not the first week of September. That's probably why the pike were active as shallow as they were. This lake is labeled as a cool water lake and as such, you'd expect to see, or hear about, trout being caught in the lake. To my knowledge there are no trout in Kiwassa - in fact, as far as  I know, the only lake with trout in it is the Lower part of the Saranac Lake, which has Lake Trout.

Sometime after that photo was taken - after we had gone out on the town and gotten lunch - I decided to head back out and fish from the dock again. The cabin next to the house we stayed in had become occupied by a group of gentlement who were anglers. As soon as they saw me, they all grabbed their chairs and moved outside to have a discussion over bourbon on fishing and all things about life. They were great, personable guys all older than me, and I enjoyed the company. As they watched, they began to say that they wanted to see some action, maybe a fish or two. I started casting along the edge of the weed bed just in front of where they were sitting and not long after, my line got heavy. I strip set and lifted the rod butt as quickly as I could and before anyone really realized what was happening, a fish rocketed out of the water by at least half a body length. I wasn't sure what it was but judging by its length, I figured pike. They all came running over as I began to subdue what now was clearly a jack pike. He was decent - especially for my first and being where he was. I'd estimate in the 17-19" range. Unfortunately, my camera was upstairs and my wife couldn't find it anywhere so come down and take a photo. I used my cell phone but that was less than successful. One of the fellows from next door took a photo, but they won't be home until Tuesday. I gave him my email and pray that he remembers to send the photo off. I really want to be able to document my first pike. When I say my first pike, I mean first. Never caught one before - only had seen one briefly through the ice before it broke the line on my friends tip up as he tried to gaff it. I had caught a pickerel, but it was tiny and it was last May, so a long time ago. I caught my first ever pike on a fly. Well on my way to being the next Barry Reynolds.

That night ended with a beautiful sunset and no more fish - even for the bait anglers who were desperately trying to show that they could catch fish too.

I forgot to mention, the son of the landowner and his friend had come out to learn about fly fishing and, just like I had planned it and right on queue, I caught a fish. They were impressed to say the least. They hadn't ever seen anyone fly fishing up close before - especially for pike - and their only impression of it was from A River Runs Through It. Once they saw that, they revealed that they had found where a lot of the pike were congregating over on Oseetah and gave me the location. They had caught a nice fish - in the 25-27" range (with photo to prove it) that day. I was impressed that they'd give a guest - especially an out of towner - one of their spots. I liked them... as far as bait anglers go.

The day ended with a sunset and we headed back into town to walk around and grab some grub for dinner. We drove up to Lake Placid and walked around a bit before deciding that the grocery store had all we needed for dinner. We were both pretty exhausted and wanted something quick and easy. I had flies to tie and ideas I needed to get into the vice before they disappeared and didn't want to waste time sitting in a booth at some restaurant. Seriously, now.

The next day I woke up and after an uneventful hour or so of fishing I turned and cast to where I had caught the pike the day before. I was using a different fly today - a white rabbit strip fly with a very long tail (extremely different from the black rabbit strip fly I used the day before). It was cold - barely above the 50 degree mark on the thermometer - and I slowed my retrieve down. Before I realized it, I had some resistance at the end of my line and another hammer-handle sized pike appeared out of the depths. My fishing buddy, Laney the Pike Retriever, got very excited and started dancing as I quickly fought and landed this small, 15 or 16"'er. I fumbeled around for my glove and camera, all the while Laney chasing the fish around in the water making it harder for me to hold onto the rod and control the fish. She just wanted to lick it to death.

 

Laney, the pike retriever, and my loyal fishing buddy all weekend. We spent many hours together.

Because of the temperature and what looked to be bad weather coming over the mountains we decided to pack it up and head on for home. We thought we'd just take the long way and stop in a few towns on the route. Maybe fish if there was an access that wasn't overcrowded.

There were no accesses that weren't over crowded. We did stop in a town - about 1.5 hours from where we had left, when the sun came out and the air began to warm. The sky turned beautifully blue and clear... of course. Now that we're too far to justify going back.

All in all, this was by far one of the best weekends I've had in... well... at least 6 or 8 months. It was a much needed and deserved rest for both of us and the perfect gift from my wife. I needed the break, she needed the break, and we both got it. Though we wish it were longer, we certainly aren't left with any bad feelings. I leave you with the rest of the photos. Thanks for reading, and enjoy.

 

  

  

Can you tell I fished a lot?!