We had been anticipating this trip for some time, and the stories of great fishing had us all eager to put in some time on the lake. Rod seemed particularly anxious to get there. During our longer than expected breakfast in Hope, he was acting like a 4 year old who desperately needed to pee, shifting about on his seat and checking his watch every minute or so. The drive to the ranch took us past some beautiful scenes, however, I admit I was excited to finally have this come into view.

Ruddocks has some exceptional accommodation choices:Stay in the ranch house, with all the luxuries of home

The Ranch house is secluded, quiet, and private, and surrounded by the amazing beauty of the ranch (see the house on the right?)

Or camp lakeside in one of these rustic wall tents.

I was impressed with the boats provided for client use:

At Ruddocks, you will be treated to some incredible views:View from the ranch house porch

View from the ranch house hot tub

Lake side view

The ranch is also right on the Fraser, which provides for sturgeon fishing also

At Ruddocks, you will have nature right at your doorstep:A marmot living less than 10 meters from the ranch house

Lots of deer sightings:

A muskrat at the lake:

A fishing companion:

Lots of insect life at the lake:

Lots of birds:

And of course the fishing was awesome:one of the few moments Carlo WASN'T into a fish (damn, fishing next to that guy is frustrating!!

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This was the scene next to me all day long!!!





Even I was able to catch a whole bunch of fish like this one, and even managed a couple of bigger ones...my biggest to the net was measured at 24 inches, but I lost one much bigger just as I was netting it. Being a poor judge of size, I wouldn't dare to even guess how big it was...I'll only say that it was one of those "fish of a life time" opportunities, that I managed to screw up.

Nice loops Shane:

Everyone had lots of action:




Had one of those serendipitous moments on this trip. You know, the kind you read about in magazines. I noticed these guys coming off up in the shallows (6 feet)

so I anchored up, and tossed damsel imitations amongst all the sunken wood on a slime line. I lost several flies, but had about 2 hours of the best fishing in my life. I eventually called the guys over to partake in the frenzy

. They arrived just in time to get in on the last 1/2 hour before the hatch suddenly stopped.
our evenings were spent recounting the events of the day, while Carlo slaved away tying for 5 people

Thanks to our great hosts Kevin and Gord,
After a long day, in the hot sun, hauling in fish after fish....even grown men start to get giddy with pleasure!

you idiots...get out of my shot!!

Thanks to my companions for an exceptional trip.