Salmon Fishing on Vancouver Island 2024 Season
Continuing the fly fishing adventures of Chris Tucker, chasing salmon and steelhead on Vancouver Island
Early August, 2024
“I’m up in Campbell River for the long weekend.
It’s a scorching weekend, nearly hitting 30 degrees.
I tied up some ‘shrimpy’ looking needle tubes and hit the Campbell River. The tubes you gave me in April seem to have a thicker diameter. I like that little bit of extra weight.
I hit the river for a few hours yesterday morning before the sun got too high. I skirted my tubes along some shallow water and hit into several pinks.”
I had been eagerly anticipating Chris’s latest report on the arrival of the Chinook at Campbell River. He did not disappoint!
August 31st
I’m back up in Campbell River for the weekend. It’s time for my favourite run of them all – the Chinook.
25 degrees and sunny. Not the best conditions for fishing but it certainly makes being on the river all the more enjoyable. (It also makes post-fishing beer taste much better)
I started the day fishing a self-tied needle tube fly, dressed with some chartreuse craft fur, dubbing and flash. There’s a saying in the pacific north west when it comes to chinook flies: “if it ain’t chartreuse, what’s the use?”.
The fur and flash combo pulsated perfectly in the water – what Chinook wouldn’t want that? The answer sadly was all of them. I could hear you joking about needing sunglasses to use this fly. Don’t say ‘I told you so’.
I waded back to the bank to regroup and change my plan of attack. Flashy (radioactive) colours weren’t working and so I opted for something a little more subtle and delicate – the Spey Shrimp.
10 casts later I hooked into a fresh fish of around 12lbs. Not a monster but great fun on my 8wt spey rod.
I fished on through the morning but only managed to catch a pink salmon of about 2lbs. It was a complete fluke – I had thrown the fly out in front of me so that I could fix a tangle, and a fish came up and grabbed it. They all count I guess.
The sun was getting high and a few other anglers had joined us on the run. It was time to do something different again and so I headed back to the bank and tied on a Wee Monkey.
I punched the fly out across the river and let it swing in lazily in the current. Thud. I struck into what I thought was another opportunistic pink salmon, but after a few seconds of holding in the current, it suddenly woke up. After a dogged battle, a fish of around 22lbs came to the bank with the Monkey tucked in its top lip.
Time for a well earned beer!
September 2nd
We hit the river at sunrise in the hope of landing one more fish before heading back home. Chris, my fishing partner for the weekend, had sadly blanked on our previous outing, so I shared a couple of my needle tube flies with him. Sadly, it backfired as he proceeded to upstage me with a 20lber, and then another pushing 30lbs shortly after. He was delighted to say the least.
I did manage to land one more in the late morning. Another fresh fish, this one at around 25lbs
It wasn’t as big as Chris’s, but it’s very hard to be disappointed with a mid-twenty salmon ripping line off your reel on a warm day.
Next up: Washington