Back when I was a wee little fly tier I used to tie deer hair mice for one gentleman. Every year he would go on a trip to the AuSable, with some of his friends, to go fishing for Brown Trout at night. I would tie him up 2 dozen mice and 2 dozen Houghton Lake Specials. One year, he invited my Father and I to tag along but unfortunately we were unable to make it. I was always intrigued about this type of fishing but never got the opportunity until this past weekend. My guide in Alaska, Tim Schut, told me he was going to back in Michigan for a few months before he went back to Alaska. After working through our conflicting schedules we were able to arrange an evening that worked for both of us. I met him at our take out point on the Upper Manistee around 6:30 pm. I wondered why we were meeting so early since ‘mousing” was done during the dark of the night. He told me we would park the boat downstream and wait to see if we would get any type of an insect hatch. That and eat dinner. Dinner was great (grilled steak and asparagus) but a hatch never really materialized. Tim said most of the Spring had like this. Light hatches and when they do happen the insects fly into the trees instead of spinning out and landing on the water. We only saw a few trout rise and most of them were small. No big deal, that wasn’t why I was here anyways.
Around 10:00 pm we started downstream and started fishing. Tim would tell me which side of the river to cast too and slowly retrieve the mouse pattern across the water to create a wake. He told me to let the current swing the fly downstream and across and make long, steady retrieves to keep it moving. Seems simple enough except that I couldn’t see the shoreline and I had no idea if I was making a wake or not. The only time I could see was when there would be a reflection on the water from the light of an occasional cabin. Tim had also told me that no matter how close I think the trees are to add 3 more feet. The closer I could get the mouse to the shoreline the better. He also said don’t worry about hooking the trees, it’s gonna happen. If I’m not catching the trees it’s obvious I’m not landing the mouse close enough to the bank. With all that in mind we went about our business, for 3 hours.
Cast, plop, drift, retrieve, cast again, catch tree, retrieve fly, cast again, swat mosquito, catch tree behind me, retrieve fly, stare at the stars, question my sanity, cast, plop, drift, retrieve, repeat.
This was the bulk of the evening. I got to hand it to Tim though, he was doing his best to keep me positive. If I was doing something wrong with my cast he would help me correct it and made sure I was casting in the right direction. After a few hours I was starting to get frustrated because I was convinced I was doing something wrong. Tim assured me I wasn’t. He said it is going to happen, we just need to find a hungry fish. He compared it to Spey fishing for Steelhead. He said there are a lot of fish in the water, we are trying to find the one with the attitude. Around 1:00 am the sliver of the moon set below the horizon and then it got really dark. Tim switched out the fly to a jointed rabbit fur mouse of his own design. It makes a very distinctive sound when it hits the water. Also, he tied a pair of dumbbell eyes to the back of the hook to get the tail end to sink a little. That did the trick because about 15 minutes later it happened. I heard the splash, felt the weight and did nothing. That’s right, nothing. The one thing I have read over and over is that when a Brown hits a mouse, never set the hook until the weight of the fish is felt. Tim stressed this as well. When I hear a splash and I think a fish hit, DO NOTHING!! A Brown trout will swim up and strike a mouse to kill it and then swing back around to finish it off, much like a shark will with live prey. He told me that many people lose the fish because when they feel the hit they do the straight up Orvis hook set and send the fly into the trees. If a fish hits and misses he will come back around. Tim had told me of instances where he had a Brown hit the same mouse multiple times before he was finally hooked up. Relax and wait, easier said than done but I did it and once I felt the fish turn and the weight on the rod I pulled back on the rod, across my body and parallel to the river. FISH ON!

I almost lost this one. I was so startled that the line slipped through my fingers as I was trying to strip him in. I was able to keep a bend in the rod and the pressure on and about a minute later he was in the net. My first Brown on a fly, my first Brown on a Mouse and my first Brown over 20 inches. To say I was happy would be an understatement. After a few pics we sent him on his away and got back to business. I was feeling a lot better now and Tim made sure I didn’t get ahead of myself. He reminded me not to get twitchy and remember to DO NOTHING! I firmly believe this is where Spey fishing and Handlining so much benefits me. When jigging or casting a lure, the second I feel anything I set the hook. With handlining, once I feel a fish I wait for him to get those initial headshakes out of the way. With Spey fishing I wait until the fish takes the fly and turns away. I’ve been able to condition myself to not get so crazy with the hook set. I still get a little twitchy from time to time but for the most part I can take it easy. So much so that on the next fish I never even knew he took a swipe at the fly. There was splash in front of me and Tim asked if I had a hit. I told him I didn’t feel anything but he was convinced a fish had taken a swipe at my fly and missed. I told him I didn’t even hear it and it was right then that he hit it again. This time though he didn’t miss and he immediately went airborne. Tim got the light on him so we could watch his aerobatic display. He was smaller then the first fish but he was definitely a lot more active.

It still amazes me how the same species of fish can have suck drastic differences in their spots.
After that not much happened. The temperature was starting to drop and by 2:30 am there was fog on the water. Tim told me trying to catch fish when the fog is out is damn near impossible. I made a few more casts but nothing happened so around 3 we pushed on to the pull out point. That last mile Tim kept his headlamp on so he could maneuver the river (how he was able to in the dark was beyond me) and show me the fish we would spook. I probably saw about a dozen Browns in the 20 inch range cruising around in the shallow water. I was told that this section held some big fish but I always doubted it. Not anymore.
All in all it was a good night. Mosquitoes weren’t a problem. Caught my first and biggest brown trout to date. I didn’t bury a hook in the back of my head but at one point I did bounce the fly off my hat. Only bad part now was the drive home on no sleep. Next time I’m bringing my camper and taking a nap before I head home. Driving home on deer infested roads with no sleep is a dangerous combination. Speaking of deer, they make a lot of noise running through the water at 2:00 am. So do bears, we think we spooked one when we came around one bend. We could just make out the silhouette of a lone tree shaking back and forth. As we got closer we heard of lot of crashing as whatever it was ran off. So it was either a bear or Bigfoot. Didn’t hear any tree knocks so I’m sticking with a bear.
I’m going to be up this away again the last weekend of June. I won’t be wading this area at night, it is way to dangerous to do since I don’t know the river. I might wade in at a few of the access points and try a few casts but nothing to extreme. I’m kind of hoping the Hex hatch is going on. Never fished during one but I have heard it is insane.
We shall see.