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Fritz
Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Jun 25, 2011 - 11:18pm PT
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Nice Fish everyone! TFPU!
Christos! Those last two trout are huge hogs!
Sunnybeaches!
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BG
Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
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Jun 26, 2011 - 12:12pm PT
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One of my more memorable fishing experiences was casting a dry fly upstream of the Merced Bridge with Coz spotting from the bridge. I'd given up on the cast and was stripping a drowned Stimulator back when I hooked into a nice three pound brown. I'll never forget standing in the river below El Cap, Mother Middle in the background and playing that fish. Cozzy couldn't believe I'd caught it and was even more flummoxed when I pet it on the head and gently released it.
Nice Perry!
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Jun 26, 2011 - 02:20pm PT
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Good lord, Bob!!!!
Nice fish.
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golsen
Social climber
kennewick, wa
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Jun 27, 2011 - 04:27pm PT
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Man,
those last two fish were huge! Keep this thread alive...I will now jinx myself. Headed for the first two weeks in July to BC. First stop, the Chilcotin. Fly into some remote lakes and streams for 5 days of trout fishing. Then its up to Prince Rupert for Salmon and Halibut. Wish a beginner luck!
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BG
Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
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BG
Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
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apogee
climber
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Bob, you're a tease.
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perswig
climber
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While I love the lunker pics, and love playing 4" brookies in little feeder streams, this thread kept reminding me of a Pata catalogue story that I just managed to find.
Enjoy.
The Little Things
Dylan Tomine
Kids' Fall 2007
Steelhead season is going down the tubes. Six weeks into what will become the wettest winter in memory, the rivers are over their banks and gouging new channels with explosive fury. I have just cancelled yet another fishing trip. Like last week’s much-anticipated trip to the Olympic Peninsula, and countless other days on my local rivers, this one is toast.
My three-year-old daughter and I had planned to go steelhead fishing together for the first time today. But instead, we sit by the woodstove reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar for the thousandth time and listen to the rain lashing against our house.
I am going insane.
A slight break in the weather. Not enough to bring the rivers into shape, but enough to send us out of the house and into a light but steady drizzle. We’ll put on our rain gear and venture into the woods. It’s not a fishing trip, but at least Skyla and I are going outside together.
Skyla dashes up the trail, splashing mud and sliding through a carpet of downed foliage. She kneels to examine the difference between maple and alder leaves. She throws fir cones into dripping ferns. She clambers up onto a fallen cedar log and careens down its length yelling, “It’s a big tree slide!”
At the edge of a steep ravine, we can see that the normally dry bottom now contains a tiny creek brought to temporary life by weeks of torrential rain.
“Daddy,” she says, “let’s go down there.”
“Nah,” I say with visions of us sliding down the precipitous hillside and the grueling slog back up. “It’s too steep, and besides, what do you want to go down there for?”
“To go fishing in the stream!” she says.
I tell her we don’t have fishing rods and there aren’t any fish in there anyway. I tell her it’s starting to rain harder and we should head home. I tell her we’ll get muddy and wet.
Predictably, we scramble and skid down anyway. At stream level, we discover a perfect little river winding through a gravelly bed of miniature riffles, runs and pools. Skyla hands me a bent willow stick and finds one for herself. “Here’s your fly rod, Dad, and here’s mine.”
She crouches at water’s edge, and with intense concentration, swishes the stick through the small pool. At last, a current-born maple leaf folds itself around her stick, and she lifts it triumphantly for my inspection, shouting, “Fish on! I got one!”
We measure it. We admire it. We discuss it. Ultimately, we decide to release it.
“Daddy,” she says, “now it’s your turn to fish.” We alternate for nearly an hour, landing dozens of leaves, deciding where the best spots are, naming the pools. We laugh and high-five. We forget to eat the lunch in our pack.
“Dad?” she says, folding her icy fingers into my hand, “I’m having a lot of fun fishing with you.”
And suddenly, it occurs to me this may be one of the best fishing trips of my life.
Dale
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Mike Bolte
Trad climber
Planet Earth
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thanks perswig! i love that story
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Dale, my friend, that is what fishing is all about. Having a good time. Ever better when shared with a kid.
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Q- Ball
Mountain climber
where the wind always blows
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Anyone know of a pure strain not in California? I think they are worth saving. Even the pure strains outside of CA, are being polluted by cross rainbow/golden.
Photo of male spawner in WY (pure golden)
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Golden from Lake Virginia
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Nice shots, boyz!!!
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Roughster
Sport climber
Vacaville, CA
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Here's two shots from yesterday @ Berryessa:
These were the best two of a 10+ fish day. The bass was 20"+ and easily in the 3-5 lbs range. I didn't have a tape or a scale with me. The Cat was 28" measured against my pole and remeasured once I got home in a beast.
Both caught on 6# test.
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Roughster, well done!
What did the cat hit? A lure?
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Roughster
Sport climber
Vacaville, CA
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The bass were killing 7" PowerWorm Pumpkin Flecks with a curly tail. The cat was an accident. I was actually pitching for crappie/bluegill with a #12 bait hook with a single redworm. Needless to say I was surprised when my pole went completely bendo once he realized he was hooked.
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BG
Trad climber
JTree & Idyllwild
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lunker largemouth from lake perris caught on a fly!
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bluering
Trad climber
Santa Clara, CA
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Nice bucketmouths.
Those Pumpkin Powerworms work great. Zoom makes a soft bait call a Baby Brushhog that is awesome too. I usually toss the Junebug color.
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shady
Trad climber
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Hey Dale....Great story. Ever heard the song,"She thinks we're just fish'n."?
Don't be discouraged my fellow flyfishers. I just got back from two weeks in Montana.
Rock creek, Blackfoot, Big hole and all the rest are all running high, high, high! Since the bugs aren't popping the streamer action is superb, and you'll have the place to yourself.
As an added bonus to those of you who like to float. Guides are hurting for clients. Since the dry-babies aren't up for the high water action, the guides are willing to cut some real deals.
For those of you who want to throw dry's, look for tailwater streams. The Beaverhead was going off with, great golden stonefly and large Caddis.
P.S. Bob...Nice look'n fishes! But That Bow looks more Steely than the average Bow.
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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