Last Wednesday, our office staff decided it was time to test out the “Gone Fishing” sign and post it in the front window at DreamLife. We were invited on a guided trout fishing excursion with Bear from “Fishing with Bear” on the North Fork reservoir. As with any great fishing trip, the earlier the departure, the better the luck you have on your trip. Our party of four, Amelia, Jack, Jason and I got an early start and headed south 40 minutes to our launch site at PGE’s Promontory Lake. This beautiful lake sits upstream from the Clackamas River just outside of Estacada, Oregon. We arrived at 7:30 to meet our guide who was ready to help us learn to catch trout.
“Bear”, also know as Ken Bear Cole, resembles a bear to me for sure. The gentle nature man with a good sense of humor and years of knowledge of catching fish was ready to give us some secrets only a bear knows. The boat was a roomy pontoon boat with all the right gear to enjoy a few hours away from any office. We were provided both trolling rigs and casting rods as options. Within minutes we were launched and on the serene lake only shared by a few other fishermen. The weather conditions were cool and did not look too promising, but with the old adage, “A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work,” who cared? Bear decided he would take us right to the hot spots of the lake. He battened down the hatches and sped to the west end of the lake. There, we were instructed to clean our hands with soap and water and then a special lotion to minimize our scent. Bear gave us instructions on how to use the provided gear and told us to spread out around the boat. We began our day with a slow troll as we baited our hooks with night crawlers. Each line was dropped in the water with care and dropped to the designated depths.
The lake which is fed by the North Fork River was running around a chilly 44 degrees. This time of year the lake is usually around 50+, but with all the extra snow this winter, the run off would prove to be a bit cooler. This didn’t make for the best lake conditions but we would give it a try. Jason, apparently a gambling man, suggested we compete for a few fishing titles by simply suggesting first, biggest and most. I knew that this meant he was already hedging his bets because he earlier declared “fish like me.” After a few passes of a rock wall near the edge of the lake, Jason let us know that he had a fish on his line with the classic call, “fish on”. He reeled in the first trout which measured in around ten inches. I had my money on lady luck or the seasoned sailor who has steamed by more lighthouses than I have driven past telephone poles. Nope, the guy who is liked by fish apparently was bringing his A game. Kiss a fish for luck? I’m not sure about this one but a few took part in a ritual I hope never to have to.
After a few more passes over the multiple schools of fish below on the fish finder, and no takers, Bear decided we would check out a few other areas. We went to the south side of the lake and trolled some more. The fish that Jason caught, which he aptly named, Sparkles, was the lone fish on board. We were having some quiet time on the lake all the while taking in the beautiful surroundings and wildlife. Eagles, osprey and even a seagull or two were spotted overhead. The fishing was also a bit quiet. No activity in the last half hour. No worries, it was great to be out on the lake with friends enjoying one of the many splendors Oregon provides.
With all great fishermen, come great fish stories. We each shared a few of our past experiences while attempting to trump the others on board. Jason’s belly tickling fish catch took the cake but Bear was not to be outdone. Like a bear who knows where the local dump was, the secret to survival and any great catch is to know how to get the easy fish. Bear let us in on a secret that we will surely need to keep to preserve both his integrity and the longevity of fish life in this particular lake. He said if you listen closely you will hear when the fish start their mad dash for your hooks. There was a sound that I never related to fishing before. We honed in on the valley noise and waited eagerly for the massive catch. Bear positioned us in a spot that only the elusive trout would escape. Casting poles in hand, and artificial lures sharpened. The fish were jumping everywhere, Jason caught one, then another, and yet another before I caught my first. Soon, everyone was getting in on the action. The shallow water allowed us to corner the fish so few would escape. Jason was pulling them in as if he were fishing from a barrel. Bear caught one and offered it to Amelia who politely refused and patiently fished on. More and more fish were being added to the live well where Sparkly or Sparkles or Sparky was now accompanied by new friends. The fishing derby was on. At this rate we would be limiting out quickly. Amelia, who had not yet caught her first fish of the day, was quietly fishing her corner with her back to all the easy pickings. Being somewhat of a purist, her patience paid off. “I got one” she said and reeled in a keeper.
As the speed fishing action continued to get better, we each took turns reeling in fish that put smiles on all our faces. Jason, no doubt in the lead with the most fish again reminded us that “fish really like him.” Jack also showed us that he too was happy to grab a few so not to be outdone by a couple of rookies. I think the locals knew we tapped into the best hole as one shouted from the shore” Hey, that’s not fair.” We had a laugh at our “luck” and continued to fish. As we finished the cast and catch session, Amelia landed what was quickly recognized as the most beautiful fish (not a category that Jason suggested) but was added after the fact as we all admired this silver beauty that Amelia held up with pride. The purist did us all proud by catching the best and probably the biggest fish of the day.
We decided to call it a day as Jason was now catching and releasing a fish every minute. He secretively added one last category in his head I’m sure. Last fish, which he did catch as the boat was docking at the ramp. Jason will never go hungry for he too is a talented fishing Bear. A Big Teddy Bear.
If you would like to spend a day with Bear from Fishing with Bear, please visit his website and call him to arrange your trip to a lake or river to try your luck at catching your next meal or simply enjoying a day fishing our plentiful waterways.
-Matt 6/4/08
www.fishingwithbear.com