Things aren’t bad at all

California has problems and when it comes to solving them, no one gets along. Fortunately the Golden State offers a reprieve for those who chose to pursue a slimy remedy – trout. I’ve spent a good deal of my time fishing the closest river available (Stanislaus around Knights Ferry) with occasional longer trips east into…

You need more than one

I set the hook on the heavy brick, but after a turn down river, the rod went limp. I stripped the line in and roll casted in the same area. I didn’t see the nymph make any sort of plop, so I reeled in to find that my black bird’s nest was gone. I recalled…

It will unfortunately slow

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…

A sign of things to come?

I’m not a pessimist, but I did wonder what it meant when I turned on the heat in my truck and was almost overcome by the smell of cooked cat poop that apparently oozed into the treads of my hiking boots on the walk through my yard. What kind of an omen was this? I…

Oh the Elk Hair Caddis

The blue copper john is my go-to pattern on the Upper Stanislaus. In fact there are days I use nothing else because there is no need. Today I had none in my box and with finger-length trout eating surface flies, I decided on a caddis despite not being much of a dry-fly fisher. I don’t…