
We all dream, I think,
of being the first to discover a remote Alaskan river, a stream
so far off the charts, it has only been acknowledged, vaguely, by
a few intrepid explorers.
A river so distant that even its actual name
is in question. How amazing to be among the first human beings
ever to walk the banks of such a river, not to mention casting a
line into its mysterious flows? Until recently, even we thought
such a scenario merely a pipe-dream. After all, as massive a wilderness
as Alaska truly is, it has been explored aggressively over the past
50 years. There have been adventurous float fishermen who’ve
canvassed the nether regions of the state, poring over maps, talking
to the friend of a friend of a friend who once spoke with a trapper
who said he’d spent a season near this river or that, then
taking literal flyers to unproven ribbons of blue identified on
charts with unpronounceable names; and there have been floatplane
pilots who have dropped down onto distant rivers on the way to somewhere
else, “just to sling a few casts and see what might be there”;
and lodge pilots paid to explore for the next secret creek that
will give their operation a leg up on the competition. For 50 years…
Imagine our surprise, then,
to have just such a river dropped into our laps. At first,
to be honest, we were skeptical. Admittedly, the river was in a
scarcely-traveled corner of the state, halfway to Russian Kamchatka;
true, the outfitter in question, Rod Schuh, had impeccable credentials
from his many years as one of the top hunting guides in the state;
and we couldn’t argue with the salmon escapements tallied
faithfully by the Alaska Fish and Game at their remote little retractable
fish weir, recording extravagant numbers of fish ascending the smallish
river annually since the 60’s. But still, it just seemed too
good to be true! The final straw was seeing all the photos of mint-bright
kings, silvers and steelhead that Rod showed us, taken by the handful
of his hunting friends whom he had hosted while building the lodge
the year previous. We were convinced!
After putting a nearly fully-booked
inaugural season under our belts in 2008, we are more convinced,
and excited than ever. The king salmon fly fishing exceeded even
our lofty hopes, with average numbers of fish hooked daily varying
from great, to absolutely ridiculous…and these were all chrome-bright
fish, a few short miles from the salt. The silver salmon fishing
went well beyond ridiculous, with sheer numbers of fish simply mind-blowing,
and plenty of them taken on surface poppers. Perhaps most telling
here was that we had fresh cohos rolling into the river daily, from
early August through early October! This was like nothing we have
ever seen. As well, during August and September, the searun dolly
varden were stacked behind spawning kings and chums, making for
a fun diversion for those interested. The steelhead fishery is still
a question for us, as we caught some beautiful specimens in ‘08,
but were hindered dramatically by the overwhelming volume of silvers
in the river during October. We’re going to really attack
and explore this potential fishery in 2009, and are excited to see
what we discover.
What we do now know is that
Hoodoo Lodge is for real, and possibly the last true fly
fishing gem to be discovered in North America. The facility is quite
comfortable, the service and food excellent, the guides wonderful,
and no corners are cut in Rod’s quest to have the finest anadromous
fly fishing lodge in Alaska. The setting is remote almost beyond
belief (ensuring exclusive access to the river), and the fishery…well,
suffice it to say it is everything we could have dreamed of, and
more.


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