Even when it isn’t good, it is still pretty good.
Over the 4th we had a pretty hard night with the little girl. She’s been a really good sleeper most of her life, but ever since I went back to work… well, not so much. I think she finally fell asleep on top of me around 4:00 AM. Could have been later.
The next morning I got the day to go fishing. Great.
I got on the road and figured I better put a call in to the Tahoe Fly Fishing Outfitters. “Any chance the East Carson is fishable.”
“No way, man. It’s high and muddy. Totally unfishable.”
Bummer.
So, I started heading to the East Walker. The river that was slightly fishable was 1.5 hours away at that point, but I went for it. The math would say the drive there and back would be equal to the time I’d get to fish. I’d drive 3 hours (total) to fish for 3 hours.
pretty drive.
The water was high, but not muddy. The fishing was so-so, but it was good to be out there again. I threw streamers because I wanted to throw streamers and I saw a few nice fish come and take a look, only to turn away. When I got desperate for the tug, I put on some nymphs and took off the indicator. Fish followed. I ended up landing about 5. One nice looking brown. Four rougher looking bows (I’d call these hatchery fish).
Nice.
I needed that.
There is a whole lot of water up in them there hills. Pretty amazing to see all that snow up there in July.
No one is going to go thirsty this year.
