Think much, miss much

Sometimes we put unreasonable valuation on an experience or project what does not yet, or will never exist. That’s what gets us in trouble. We think that a trip will provide clarity or resolve emotional matters, but the truth is a trip is just a trip, and a fishing trip is way worse for the…

The tales of a non-working fisherman

Everyone up here works hard. Really hard. Howie gets up at 4 a.m. to meet clients at the dock at six then fish until five. In twelve more days he’ll have one off. Rafa does the same thing, only he doesn’t go to sleep until past midnight. Fresh off a basketball state championship in March,…

Silvers starting up Thorne

It’s still early, but there are a few silvers coming up the Thorne River. The lower sections below the bridge have been garnished with a carcasses, but it is still early and the fish are far from stacked up in there. The water is lower thanks to a few days in a row without rain, so…

The prelude to summer

Though I started in early December, I feel completely confident and absolutely justified in thinking seriously about summer after this past week of fantastic weather. I think of the same sky and same temperature, only rather than riding my bike to Raley’s, I’ll be seeking fish or alpine mountain tops on Prince of Wales Island….

Thinking logically can make little sense

When a relationship is over, (even if before it really gets traction) there are specific reasons or logic cited in the closing arguments. Or at least there should be. Trying to articulate why things happen in fishing is far more complex. Last week a friend and I got into a lot of fish right off…

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…

Same fish, new rivers this new year

Well, are we all ready? Are we standing on top of a grassy hill, fishing rods, hunting rifles, mountain bikes, ab-rollers, recycling bins and piggy banks raised above our collective heads, calling out “Freedom” like William Wallace, ready to attack the new year like “warrior poets”? Hope so. By this time next year we will…

Forget the tree, it’s always Christmas

“Presents are the best way to show someone how much you care. It is like this tangible thing that you can point to and say ‘Hey man, I love you this many dollars-worth.’” The great philosopher and poet Michael Scott opined this one Christmas. I don’t remember how much it cost my parents, but when…

Making up for lost trout

I know you’re not supposed to get too personal when it comes to fishing, but there was something about that silver brick flashing right before it threw the hook that made me want to go back to that trout’s riffle the next morning regardless of the winter weather warning. I had established Angels Camp as…

Just relax and fish

I was going through leader like a kid through candy corn. Drift. Drift. Drift. Drift. Tie. Drift. Drift. Drift. Drift. Tie. I wasn’t really only giving my flies four drifts then changing, but in the context of a day fishing, it was pretty close. I spent October 15 through 20 on the Upper Sacramento and…