Where the pursuit takes you

By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly So I took a week off from salmon fishing, mountain climbing and deer scouting to go to… California? Yeah, seriously. A couple buddies of mine kept texting me pictures of beautiful mountain streams that meander back and forth through grassy meadows that smell like wild onion. They were catching beautiful…

Lessons learned

By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly Some of the most valuable Alaska steelhead lessons I learned while flyfishing for rainbow trout in California. They weren’t some magical insight or secret from a guide but observations I made while fishing the same water over and over. My buddy Kurt and I were fishing a…

Days with dries

By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly There’s a moment during the spring when things start to come together. With the realization that the new life season is here comes clarity and focus. You start to notice what’s really important in life. Like bugs. There are lots of bugs flying around so I figured…

Not sharing well continued…

By Jeff Lund | Capital City Weekly Along the same thread as last week… If I do get to fish the run I want without being squeezed out or pinching someone out of their spot, the goal then becomes catching fish. As much as I say, “It’s about the experience” the truth is that the experience…

The usual

The usual catch on my usual spots near Redding, CA   I’m trying to decide if having a “usual” is a good thing, or an indication of deeply rutted habits which lead to predictability and ultimately stagnancy. Stagnancy might be a little harsh because there is a difference between doing the same old things and…

Wait a minute…

By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly Life is filled with contradictions. The only ones that make sense to me are the ones that involve fishing. So when I kept setting the hook and missing fish on Trout Tuesday last week, I decided to adjust my approach. I wouldn’t set the hook. I’d wait…

The right way to do it wrong

In most cases, rules are there to protect us. In fly fishing, the key is understanding when to break them. Dry flies are supposed to be fished on a dead drift, but nothing has caught me more fish on a particular spot on the Stanislaus River than swinging dry flies – particularly a Griffith’s gnat….

Contextualizing expectations

Waking up for a fishing trip is no problem. Staying awake when you’re not driving is another story. Nate and I were in the back of JJ’s rig on our drive to Redding to float the Lower Sacramento River, and there should have been no expectation that we stay awake, but we tried anyway. Just…

Therapy for the fisherman

If it’s possible to have an adult fetal position, and if it’s okay that I have two, the first is the fire pit in front of mom’s house in Klawock, Alaska. The Sims Flat campground on the Upper Sacramento River in California would be the second. There’s been a lot of noise lately. Good noise,…

Ready for seconds of the Truckee

I have a terrible time resisting fish. Sure, I don’t try very hard, but even if I did, I don’t think I’d be successful. For the past few years the Truckee river intrigued me, and it was silly for me to believe that after visiting it once I would have the restraint to leave it…