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while casting on the greens . . .
Last Sunday I decided that I would get out the 6 wt. and get some practice in. On my bike I found the closest patch of grass and started to strip off some line.
There was a steady wind from the west and I worked my casts in 360 degrees trying to find that feeling of pushing enough to throw a tight loop without creating knots.
I was in my head for about 15 minutes trying different speed / grip / stop combinations and then I felt that I was being watched.
Turning around I saw a young boy fixed on me. He was sitting on one of those starter bikes without pedals, his helmet was so big his face was lost, and his dutiful father stood far enough away to give him the space to think on his own. I would learn later that his name is Ashton.
Well, Ashton was about tall enough so the horizontal fence rail blocked his view of me. He had to reach his head over or crouch under that rail to get a clear view. When I stood up high and Ashton was low, he couldn’t see me through the rail – he had to match when I was standing high to see me, or crouch low when I was low to get a clear view.
We played a “hide and seek” game for about 5 minutes – Ashton matched my up then down then up again. It was really fun.
I rarely meet grumpy people when I have a flyrod in my hand.
Fishing season is about to start – get out there and make some friends.
Charley Beals | Conejo Valley Fly Fishers President Pro-Tempore
scott olson | MISSIVE
"The mellowing of a fisherman and the lessons learned"
What a difference a few decades make.
I've taken the time recently to reflect on the difference between how I fished back in the day to the way I approach fishing now. Back then (in the exuberance of youth) I would hit the water on the fly not paying much attention to how I might be negatively impacting my chances for angling success.
Charging up to the bank of a river is not a recipe for a triumphant outing as the first thing that you are going to achieve is to spook any fish on the near side of the bank. Yes, fish do hang out on both banks of the river, so stealth is the key. I find that a crafty approach to a stream with a long rod will allow you a few casts to the near bank without scaring the skittish residents. And if you have heavy footed angling buddies send them in the opposite direction.
Trout are also very sensitive to vibration and have lateral lines on their bodies that help them to sense movement that could be detrimental to their survival. Thus it is important to approach your quarry quietly and furtively. The key is to keep your clodhoppers under control and leave the forced marches to the army.
One of the trout's main predators are birds. We've all seen great blue herons, ospreys and pelicans (even eagles) feasting on what should have been visitors to our landing nets. Trout are very sensitive to changes in light and an ill-advised shadow suddenly cast over the water is an invitation to skedaddle. So always try to approach your fishing area so that the sun is not at your back as you will probably never see the fish that moved out of the way of what it perceived to be a predatory precursor.
These are just a handful of examples of the early mistakes I made when I first started angling……there are many more that I won't bore you with (or embarrass myself with). The salient point I hope you can take from this is that there is always something to learn when it comes to our sport and that being patient and having a game plan before you reach the water can, and most often will, end in success.
Tight lines and fighting fish to all!
Scott Olson | CVFF Former President
ANOTHER FISH REPORT | LOWER O & HOT CREEK
LOWER OWENS & HOT CREEK INTERPRET CENTER RV CAMPING & FISHING
ARTICLE WRITTEN BY: CECE RUBIN
Rich and Judy Bollinger - and - Matt & Cece Rubin RV camped and fished on the lower Owens at Pleasant Valley campground from Thursday to Monday on Feb 19-22nd.
Temps were down in the 30’s overnight, but during the day, in the sun it was a pleasant 70 degrees. "I guess that’s why they call it Pleasant Valley" (Scott Olson quote).
Our small but mighty group slept in on Friday, and why not. It was still freezing in the morning. By 11am-noon – things warmed up and we donned our waders and gear. We drove down Chalk Bluff road and parked by the “big rock” and headed in. A few hardcore guys were coming out. According to their report, they did well – but then again they were Euro-nyphing.
The group fished it all. Dries, nymphs, dry-droppers. Rich caught a brown and a nice rainbow. Judy had one but got off the hook.
Matt and I did not see any trout life and there were no fish seen to be rising or slurping the surface. They changed their flies constantly looking for perfect take – but no takers. I finally stopped and did what guides always tell you to do when there is no action. That is to"stop, look at the water action, start turning over rocks and adjust your set-up for what you find".
CHECKING OUT THE "BUG LIFE"
BUG LIFE | It was easy to see that the underwater bug life was under every rock I turned over. Not a time for dry flies. They tried the nymphs and emergers in their boxes but they were not quite the match. Time to go back to the entomology fly books and see what flies were needed and set up a box for the lower Owens. After a few hours, we all packed it in for a little happy hour tailgate party before heading back to the campground.
WIND & WEATHER = ROAD TRIP & EXPLORING | Saturday the winds were gusting to 40, so the group decided to just do a group driving tour, get some great Mexican food & Margarita’s at Robertos, where take away was the only choice, but lucky for us, we did not unpack a table and chairs, so we dined al fresco in the parking lot where there was plenty of room. We boxed in the truck as a windbreak. It was a cold and yet refreshing meal! Afterward the group drove to the ski area, which was crazy busy and Convict Lake for photo ops.
GUIDING THE WAY | Sunday Rich and Judy hired guide and new owner of the Sierra Drifters, Doug Rodricks. Doug had some great flies for the area helping Rich to catch more browns and rainbows. Judy appreciated the casting “tune-up” and tip. Especially when to mend upstream, downstream, etc. He took them near the culvert of the reservoir and to the lower part of the Lower Owens. Doug knew the spot to get some action. He was the perfect guide for the day and provided the perfect flies to catch fish on a slow day. (See photos below).
HOT CREEK, NO PRESSURE | While Rich and Judy were being guided, Matt and I headed over to the Hot Creek Interpretive center and were smart to not attempt to drive down the snowy, unplowed road and hoof it in from there. (Next time micro-spikes would help). On the water by noonish, not a soul in site. Lots of fish seen rising, slurping, some even slapping the water. That gets the fly fisherman’s heart racing! Little BLO hatch.
What IS great about the snow covered area leading up to the bank is that you can start casting to the shore closest to you with no worries about snagging bushes, wild sierra grass and foliage and truly sneak up on the fish. It was a windless & weed-less day, so happy fishermen were we. I slowing worked down the bank, while Matt bee-lined to his favorite area.
I caught a few mid-sized rainbows, no handling, but a quick photo in the net. Matt likes the area near the border to HC Ranch and caught a brown & rainbow (no photos). Fish were swimming en masse, yet those were the PHD types that you present a fly and nada. But that’s okay, they looked beautiful and healthy. Tiny, tiny flies were the call for day on Hot Creek – caddis, BWO, PMD and of course nymphing and emergers. The key is to change the flies and not get lazy about it. You’ll catch a professor now and then!
By the time 2:00-2:30 pm rolled around others started showing up so we headed out. 2-2.5 hours of fishing is enough and lunchtime had come and gone, so stomachs were growling. When we got to the end of the "trailhead" (not really a road due to the snow). There were a bunch of vehicles parked there. We got in and out in time and truly had Hot Creek to ourselves.
SEND IN YOUR PHOTOS OF FLY FISHING OR ANYTHING EASTERN SIERRAS! WHEN WEATHER IS BAD AND WE CANNOT FISH, THERE ARE SO MANY PLACES TO EXPLORE!
YOUNG KIT KORF AND HIS SON BRETT SUMMITING MT. WHITNEY IN 1995!
ROOM WITH A VIEW!
ON THE RIVER@PLEASANT VALLEY CAMPGROUND
RICH & JUDY BOLLINGER'S POST FISHING "HAPPY HOUR".
TYING UP A STORM IN THE OLD RV!
Created with images by Taylor Grote - "Fly Fisherman" • Kalen Emsley - "Wet mountain valley" • kazuend - "Rushing Stream" • Jeremy Bishop - "untitled image"