I am on pace to fish 206 days this year.
Not going to happen, but what a thought…to fish two hundred and six days in a year. That’s more days on the water than school days behind a desk. If days fishing were miles, that’s almost from Manteca to Redding; Washington D.C., to just outside Manhattan; Denver to Cheyenne…and back.
If days fishing were days married, a Kardashian could be married a few times.
The Stanislaus River has been great with everything from copper johns, prince nymphs and tiny midges to caddis dries getting fish. My buddies and I haven’t managed anything bigger than 15-inches yet, but there has been steady action. Unless you are too greedy, that’s a fine start.