An expensive day fishing

I recently had my best day on the Yakima river in 2 years, which also happened to be my first day on the Yakima river in 2 years. My long hiatus may be due to the fact that I just haven’t had the opportunity to fish the Yakima, or that I haven’t had the desire to fish the Yakima. Whatever the case may be, I got an email a couple weeks earlier from my buddy “Bob” asking if I’d like to join him for a day on the Yakima.

I fish with “Bob” about once a year, maybe less, depending on his tolerance for slow days on the water. He’s a good dude and an accomplished angler if you factor in that he’s been catching fish since he was a kid (which is long before I was born). But when we fish together he seems to fare as poorly as I do—sometimes worse—which can only be attributed to my bad luck as an angling person. Often the dark cloud that follows me around rains on others as well. So you can see why he doesn’t want to fish with me more often.

Anyway, I met up with “Bob” at a mutually convenient location and loaded my gear into his car, which was hitched to his chartreuse Aire raft, and we headed to Cle Elum. Once there we arranged for a shuttle at the Troutwater fly shop ($40, which we split) before heading to Pioneer Coffee shop for a cup of joe and a raspberry oat bar ($2.95). I skipped the coffee. We drove to our put-in at Bristol, a private launch that requires (on the honor system) $10 to launch. “Bob” tried to split the fee but I insisted on covering the entire $10. After all, he did drive and provide the boat. I had spent $32.95 and I hadn’t even put on my waders yet. It’s a good thing “Bob” wasn’t my guide because his tip would have been insultingly small this day.


It was a clear, cool morning with an upstream breeze. We set out toward our eventual take-out at the Green Bridge several miles downstream. Along the way we would attempt to fool one of the 11 dish in this stretch of the Yakima. The breeze turned to a wind, which was the leading edge of a system that would eventually bring cloud cover. We looked forward to the clouds, anticipating that it would bring the fish to the surface. We awaited the arrival of the clouds, which would take their damn sweet time arriving, and angled away over cold, clear and low water.

Eventually I landed my best Yakima fish in nearly 2 years: a 15” cutthroat that turned on my dropper and proceeded to become ass-hooked. Oh well, it made for a good initial fight on my 5 weight Winston Pure (which I had picked up last Spring and really enjoyed while in Montana and Idaho in July). It was my first Winston and I really liked the way it cast and presents dries. But I digress.

My best Yakima dish in 2 years!

My best Yakima fish in 2 years!

About the time that the wind peaked we decided it was a good time to stop for lunch. After consuming a light bite I took a spell on the oars. I hadn’t rowed a boat since selling my Streamtech a year and a half ago, and I had to admit that it felt good to be on the sticks again, despite that the wind meant having to row with the current much of the time and my torn rotator cuff argued with me the entire time.

That’s “Bob” in the front of his boat.

That’s “Bob” in the front of his boat.

The remainder of our float was fairly uneventful, and other than the fact that the wind saw to it that we enjoyed a couple of impressive wind tangles, there wasn’t much worth noting.  As the oarsman I may have put “Bob” on a small fish, but the Yakima tends to suck the life out of a person so I cannot accurately recall. We stopped to work a particular fishy looking run where “Bob” allegedly caught a decent rainbow. I was upstream not catching anything so I cannot confirm the honesty of his claim (I don’t have any reason to doubt him, but you know fishermen and their lofty exaggerations). Apparently pleased with himself, “Bob” resumed command of his watercraft and we continued downstream. Along the way I added 2 more rather unimpressive fish to my list.

I’d nothing else, the Yakima is a beautiful river.

The Yakima is, if nothing else, a rather beautiful river.

The end of an expensive day.

“Bob’s” boat at the end of the day.

The clouds finally arrived, and the wind died down, though too late to make any sort of difference in our favor. We reached our take out, geared down, and hit the road toward home. Once back at our rendezvous location, “Bob” and I bade farewell under the cloak darkness and went our separate ways. Upon arriving at home 45 minutes later I unpacked my gear. I placed my boots on the boot dryer, hung my waders from the handlebars of my upside-down-hanging-bike, stowed my other gear in the cabinet where I keep my other gear, and reached for my rod. It was nowhere to be found. I looked under the seat and in the back of my truck (where I know I hadn’t put it). I looked under the seat again. Then I mentally retraced my steps: I vividly recall removing the rod from the back of “Bob’s” car, and placing it on top of my truck bed cover as I loaded the other gear into the back seat of my truck. A sick feeling overcame me as I realized that on top of my truck bed cover is exactly where I had left my rod before driving off.

In a panic I sent Marck a text, asking him if he would take a look on his way to his office the next morning (he works close by and drives right past this spot). Jump ahead 12 hours and unfortunately Marck did not find the rod.

Whomever did find it got themselves a sweet rod. I hope they enjoy and catch many fish with it. The rod had pretty good mojo in the short time I’d possessed it.

But it was just a rod and I have several others. Just no other 5 weights, and no other Winston rods. And now I have a 5 weight reel and line with no rod to match.

Misery loves company so please share your most expensive day on the water (guide fees/tips don’t count).

The loneliest reel.

The loneliest reel.



  1. Steve Vaughn

    I will leave it to you if this counts as “on the water”. Also, this day occurred eight years ago and being an angler of advance age my memory isn’t what it used to be (which wasn’t ever very good) I don’t recall the exact costs for the items and services of this day. However, I think you will get the significance of what this day cost and how it changed my life. Here is what a beautiful (weatherwise) October 2011 day in the Yakima canyon cost:
    1. Lost the platform of my Scadden boat out of the back of my truck somewhere between Richland and Lmuma ramp. (don’t recall the replacement cost)
    2. Shuttle by Red’s Fly shop (around $35)
    3. Ambulance ride from the Canyon River Ranch to Yakima cardiac hospital.
    4. Emergency room, cath lab, stent implant, and a couple days in same. ($$$$$).
    5. A couple weeks out of work, so no out-of-pocket cost but had to use PT that could have been used for fishing.
    Of course, I could take this to the ridiculous by discussing the cost of quintuple by-pass surgery, more missed weeks of work, etc. but I think you get the point.

    • Kirk Werner

      Wow, that’s quite a tale. Glad you’re here to tell it.

      You win.

      • Steve Vaughn

        LOL. Yeah, I’m quite glad for modern medical science and that my first heart attack was not my last. It happens.

  2. Amber

    Ouch! Losing a rod is such a bummer, and a Winston no less. Beautiful cutty though!

    • Kirk Werner

      Is that somehow supposed to help? 😉

      • Amber

        A beautiful fish lessens all blows!

  3. kim

    Ouch. I have a Winston Pure 3 weight 7′ that I absolutely love…not to rub salt in the wound. Glad you had a good day with our mutual friend “bob,” who is a wonderful guy and cares about fish….

    • Kirk Werner

      No wound salted 😉 I feel fortunate to have made it this far without having broken a rod (knock wood) and only having lost one (hopefully one and done). And yes, “Bob” is quite the fish-carer. He does his best to hook as few as possible so as not to damage the resource. He’s good company.

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