Fishing Cabin in Canada

In 2013, I had to travel on business to Kelowna a city on Lake Okanagan in the Okanagan Valley in the southern interior of British Columbia.  A trip to this region without Fly Fishing was unthinkable, so I set about researching the possibilities for a field trip.  Lake Okanagen is a very large lake with many cities and towns, not my sort of fishing place at all, but the areas surrounding it, just a forest wilderness, bejeweled by hidden lakes.  I took my fly fishing equipment with me, all except the rod.  I had broken too many rods on airport conveyor belts, despite being encased in tubes and my travel rod had a section missing.  Nothing for it but to buy a rod in Kelowna, so I did my research and chose a Redington five piece travel rod in a very handy travel tube, which I duly ordered and picked up in Kelowna.  Now fully equipped and accompanied by my wife, we drove up into the mountains.  Getting to Oyama Lake Wilderness Resort was interesting, but not too difficult, although we saw a couple of large Motor Caravans that were having quite a lot of difficulty getting up the steep gradients.

When we reached the resort and were shown our cabin, we were not disappointed at all.  Very much ‘back to nature’, no hot water, except in the two shower cubicles set in the woods.  The Cabin was comfortable in that it actually had a bed, table and chairs and a small electric cooker, although the fire-pit outside was intended as the main cooking area. The toilet facilities were a short distance away in the woods and shared with a number of other cabins.  But most important, each cabin had it’s own aluminum fishing boat with small outboard motor.  I made the usual inquiries as to how the locals caught their fish and found that using Fly or Spinning Rods, they trolled streamers or lures over the transom of the boat.  To my mind, that is not ‘proper fishing’. So I stuck with my traditional methods, particularly dry fly at dusk and dawn or when I saw fish rising. A fellow fisherman who arrived at the same time as ourselves was bragging about the twelve fish he had caught on the troll. I didn’t like to tell him that traditional methods had produced even more fish!

In total we spent four days in that magic wilderness resort, the shower facilities were a joke and the comfort factor non-existent.  But chopping logs for the fire-pit, lighting the fire ready for cooking the evening meal of freshly caught trout whilst sipping a Jim Beam and coke, what an experience, one that every Fly Fisherman should experience at least once!

 

 

About the Author

I started Fly Fishing in the mid-seventies on the Wiltshire Avon, and was very lucky, as a member of HM Forces, to be able to fish the stretch owned by the Services Dry Fly Fishing Association (SDFFA) and managed by the famous Frank Sawyer. That remarkable chalk stream, brought to life by Frank Sawyer, taught me that fly fishing has all of the elements associated with hunting game, and far from being a sedentary sport, just sitting and waiting on the river bank, you are mobile, stealthily hunting your fish, in some of the most beautiful scenery that it is possible to image. I have been very lucky to have fished in some amazing places, and the reason that I started this Blog, was to share my experiences, an an 'average fly fisherman' with others, particularly those just getting started in this, the most rewarding of all types of fishing.