"It's All Good" - Peter
" And so the trip will go down as one of my best and favorite
"It was the best fishing trip
of my life" - Jon Jeffries and my dad Rev. A. J. Jeffrie
"After a few days we were into the silvers and the grin turned
to an audible laugh followed by "holy cow!"
Experiments Sometimes Work: Just Combine
the Kanektok and a Great Guide - Peter Loeb
"My hookups were usually powerful, occasionally violent. I loved
it all: a few fish taped in around 35 pounds. Many were in the 18-25
A Day on The River - Doug McGhee
"During the winter I tie my flesh flies. I like to experiment
with color and size. Last year I had some leftover egg yarn and used
a 2" piece for a tail on flesh flies. We caught twice the number
of trout with it."
"Hey Bear!" - Brad Taylor
"Only years of experience, and cat-like reflexes, allowed me
to snatch the fly to safety before the Rainbow could close his jaws
on it. "
Kanektok Memories - Bob La Du
"The following days provided plenty of fish, not only Kings but
bright chums and sockeyes along with the occasional humpie or large
rainbow. On another day I caught and released more than the dozen
Kings that the fisherman at Quinhagak had predicted."
Kevin and John's Adventure
on the Kanektok - Kevin Stewart
"Since we had told Brad the night before we wanted to go “Bow
Hunting”, we began drifting down river with the current. We
were the last boat to leave camp as the other guides and fishermen
were headed down river to fish for salmon."
Mousing for Leopard Rainbows
- Jim Spence
"In my mind there is nothing better than wading down a small
side channel of the Chosen River hunting for 'Leopard Bows.' Spotting
these unique trout laying in front of a root-wad, a snag, or laying
under a cut bank is half of the challenge and excitement."
Fishing the "Chosen River"
AKA The Kanektok - Dick Mitchell, Salmon, Trout and Steelheader
"Then a short walk brought us to a well-hidden piece of gin-clear
backwater that held about a hundred or so silvers. Kneeling on the
ground, you could cast a fly right over the school, and by using a
fast sink tip the fly would sink right in the middle of them. After
a short strip you could actually watch a couple of fish pull away
from the school. They looked like torpedoes. You could see their big
mouths open and inhale the fly before you ever felt the strike."
Dreams - Gerald Aimg -
writer for Sports Afield Magazine
"Our fourth day of floating on the Kanektok River saw some of
the most exciting fishing of the trip. I cast big deer-hair flies
imitating voles towards sweepers and snags near shore, where the'bows
like to hang out. Slapping the big 'mice' flies down with a splat,
we would pull them back slowly, so they created a v-wake on the surface
and rainbows up to five pounds suddenly materialized and sucked down
the bulky offerings. When we pulled in to set up camp, 37 rainbows
had struck our mice flies, many more had looked them over and refused
at the last minute."