Two Handed Season


    Dark skies, dark coffee, and dark pavement slipping behind. You follow the river, searching for an opportunity to outflank a creature whose genetic knowledge of these waters eclipses your own. The coffee goes hot to warm, the skies go black to dull gray and you realize a song you can no longer stand has been blaring out of the speakers on repeat for ten minutes straight.

    The break appears; a barely discernable space between two cedars which drops into a forgotten access road. The road ends at a creek mouth which dumps into the mainstem out of sight from the state route. Outside, the moist cold and tree-farm fresh oxygen flush away any lethargy from the drive.

    Rigging, rigging, rigging. The agony and ecstasy of choosing: heads, grains, tips. Inspecting it all like an extensive sound check before a big gig.

    And then it is happening: cold, pure and beautiful. Post glacial deep green water grips your waist, reminding who’s in charge. With both hands you grip the conduit; a rod, a line, a fly. The rhythm begins; a cut-time three count, a thin veil of water rises and falls as line races past itself. Gray sky turns a washed blue as broken cloudbanks remind that winter is at the door.

    Other trucks line the public parks and roadside turnouts, their pilots hammer the water in view of one another. But today is about a secret solo hunt for the Wild Ones.

    Returning promises; nature’s oath maintained that come hell and high water, these particularly noble steelhead make it each season through a gauntlet of gillnets, downriggers, and hatchery brood, finally turning off into thickly forested exit ramps.

    There is something about them. Each one in the stream an ecological treasure; each one landed a singular contact with the divine.

    There is also something about the way two-handed fly fishing simply feels: the connectivity, the immersion and the final collision of fish and fly is deeply addicting. Whether swinging for steelies, switch hucking for bulls, classic Spey casting for classic Atlantic salmon, or busting micro T-snaps off the shore for bluegill on a summer day -- two-handed fishing is soul fishing: Total attention, a meditative focus, keeping both hands on the wheel.

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    Two-handed fishing is soul fishing: Total attention, a meditative focus, keeping both hands on the wheel

    The fly’s gentle cross-stream swing halts abruptly. Tug, tug, set and the violent dance is on. Bursts of light reflect from within the river, like a submerged Mylar balloon animal as she fights this final impediment: you.

    Slipping loose the hook and marveling at her psychedelic shine and sentient eyes, you consider the notion of a two-handed approach in life. With both hands, you position the fish for re-entry into her universe. She glides gently away to a upstream boulder garden, leaving only the space between your hands. You realize that this small space might well be your own soul, which you hold for a few seconds longer.

    Back to the truck. The coffee is cold but the cab soon warms. The sky and forest blur to the same hue with the day’s end.

    It begins and ends in the dark.

    on the water

    The draw of our profession is in the fishing. Sage pro desk manager Chris Anderson counts his blessings and checks in on his D loop before dropping into another perfect slot on Washington’s legendary Hoh River—just a short drive from our factory and his desk.

    Photo Credit: Sage Brown

    Small water or big river, two-handed fishing requires the mindset for both. The Sage MOD is the perfect tool for both settings, with power for swinging big but a precise touch to deliver flies to an exact location when the fishing gets tight.

    Rod selection. When stalking Steelhead, Salmon or Char, picking the right tool for the job is as important as sleuthing out the right spot. A selection of Sage two-handed options provides the power and precision required to experience the true sensation of soul fishing.

    For most of us, Norway is a world away. But for Matt Harris, who is lucky enough to travel the world with a camera in one hand and Spey rod in the other, capturing this moment in time makes the trip as memorable as the bright, powerful Salmon that brought him here.

    Photo Credit: Matt Harris

    It helps to have friends, especially where two-handed fishing is a two-person game. Terrace-based angler Jean Sim lands another legendary local, with the help of Anette Lauder, on a Skeena river system in northwestern British Columbia world -famous for its native Steelhead and Chinook.

    Photo Credit: Adrienne Comeau

    Coastal weather is just part of the game during prime two-handed season, so a little coffee and a little shelter makes the fishing a lot better. Downtime on the Skeena during days that start and end in the dark, cold and wet.

    Photo Credit: Adrienne Comeau

    Hand-tied Steelhead flies and cask-aged, twelve-year scotch at Skeena Spey Lodge in Terrace, BC. The local fish prefer the former, the local fisherman the later. But they go hand in hand.

    Photo Credit: Adrienne Comeau

    perfect two-handed setup

    Jesse Robbins

    Sage R&D

    Being in the R&D department Jesse has plenty of time to make sure he is ready to put his best foot forward before stepping into the river. When choosing to swing a classic dry line for steelhead, this is Jesse's go to setup.

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    Jason Hartwick

    Sage Ambassador

    From NorCal to Alaska, Jason makes his living swinging flies to fish. Having the right gear for the job makes life easier and yields better results on the water. Currently he is chasing bright wild steelhead on the Smith and Eel rivers on the swing.

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    Topher Browne

    Sage Ambassador

    From the boreal forests of eastern Canada to the volcanic watercourses of Iceland, the glacial fjords of Norway and the road-less taiga of the Kola Peninsula, a 14-foot for a 9-weight is the most versatile arrow in my quiver for Atlantic Salmon.

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