Jul 12

Guys Weekend

This last weekend was my Bachelor Weekend and saw 7 guys hitting the waters around North Tahoe. Three of us had experience with fly rods, most had little to none. The fishing was secondary to the drinking and eating and that was a good thing, because the drinking and eating was much more successful than the fishing. It was pretty out there though… really pretty.

The Truckee River

Yes… Clint is wading in jeans.

It is hard to get a group that big on the water and we had some difficulty finding the right bit of stream or river to make that happen.  A few caught fish, most didn’t, but a good time was had anyway (I can say that, as I caught the most fish).


There was a large amount of beer consumed and we stayed up until about 3:00 AM each night.  This did prevent an early start to any fishing expedition, but again, that was really secondary. Glad to report there were no injuries either from the booze or the fishing.

There is something just profoundly satisfying about getting a group like this together in a beautiful place like Tahoe.

On Sunday most of the group headed back to their various home ports and my friend John and I struck out to try some new water. I’m glad we did. Fantastic little creek with some surprisingly large fish in it. I can’t divulge the name of this creek as I don’t think it can stand the pressure, but it just goes to show that trying new places sometimes really pays off.

John + Nice Fish = Happy John


Accidental photo, but pretty cool shot.

Aug 10

A little Tahoe time

As happens to most of us, I recently had  a birthday.  In general, I have one of these things a year and I try to find myself on a river when it comes about.

This year I went with a couple of friends (John and Phil) up to do some exploring around Tahoe.  Most of my trout fishing has taken place a couple hundred miles North of here and I really have not poked around Tahoe too much.  I do so little exploring in my trout fishing these days, this was a welcome change of pace.

Brookie Central

Beautiful Blue Lakes Creek

We stuck to little creeks in part to help get my friend Phil into fish since he is a relative new-comer to fly fishing.  It worked.  Phil caught a few fish, including fish unassisted.   If you like Drum n Bass, you might dig Phil’s work in Bachelors of Science.

Phil landing a trout, solo

John doesn’t do anything interesting.  In fact, he kind of smells.  He’s old and maybe even a little bit “special.”  I’d add that somehow I think he out-pegged me in the catching department by about 2.  Out-catching a guy on his birthday… I’d call him a bastard except I’ve met his parents.  So, I’ll call him “bastard-ish.”

Look at him, all smug...

A bonefish is a special  species that has captured my imagination.  Rainbow trout are my “home” fish, if there is such a thing. However, I think that there be no more beautiful creature than a small brook trout.


Good times were had.  More than a couple beers were drunk. Another one in the books.

I should add that we got absolutely soaked… the skies opened and let loose with buckets and buckets of rain and a little hail.  I think this is the first time that I’ve experienced rain on my birthday.  We tried not to let the rain get in the way, but the lack of rain jackets (or waders… I mean, it’s AUGUST) really did not end up in the “Plus” column.  Still… good times… good times.

Waiting in traffic to get to the toll plaza at the entrance of the Bay Bridge we saw a very, very odd thing.


That's a dog... with a helmet... on a motorcycle.