A scout trip to new brownline water was in order - I stumbled onto another nice creek filled with blackberry bushes, no trespassing signs, and large fish. The same mixture of species we’ve seen before, only much bigger - as the water is deep and food is plentiful.
I caught two Pikeminnow while wandering through the brambles and saw a lot of large fish.

More scouting on Sunday, also a lot more pillaging of produce. I’m trying to keep pace with the Fat of the Land boys, demonstrating that SaranWrap is for sissies - at least in two states..
I added another 25 lbs of Almonds to the drying rack, a couple of weeks in the garage and my house [...]

Fish and Fly is assisting the launch of www.speycast.co.uk, a web site dedicated solely to spey casting and instruction. Founder, Eoin Fairgrieve, World Team Speycasting Champion - and Loop tackle instructor, will add to the creative mix of video, online instruction, forums, and destination information - offered by the site.

The site will be enhanced to [...]

A split bamboo rod for less than the cost of a graphite?
One of those odd finds that you stumble on quite by accident, a handsome looking rod featured in an photo, and curiosity leads you to look up the maker.
Wild Creek Rods, of Australian origin and a small entrepreneur, but the rods are handsome [...]

Sometimes a really good idea isn’t. A two way radio and conversational tones can carry at least a half mile, there’s no reason to assist others in thinking you an idiot, but when you clean out the family skeletons, and swear like a sumbitch, you’re a cretin. It was a hell of a good idea though, right before you walked out of the house with no clothes on.

Kelvin showed me his wiggletail system, employing an intermediate sink fly line coupled with Wiggletail nymphs and leechs. He outfished the rest of us traditional types handily, and it may be trolling but for those midafternoon hours it continued to produce fish when other anglers left for lunch.

Big Brown trout was my dessert after a mighty long absense. Manzanita fishing proved hospitable and lots of freshly spawned and hungry fish aided our efforts for a memorable and smoky outing. Dawn till dark fishing, with three hatches per day and plenty of roaming fish kept us all engaged - despite hunger and thirst.

We survived the heat, smoke, and bad culinary choices with flying colors - I’m not sure what we left in our wake but the lake is still there. Why someone brought Conga drums to a campground is beyond me - but compared to our snoring, was spanked savagely.

This describes the bulk of my outings, a random find on the Internet so I’m not sure which cartoon artist to give credit.

Back shortly.
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Tomorrow I’ll vacate the brown water in preference of a heady “blueline” trout experience. The timing is right as the Trout Underground has abandoned its readership traditional stomping grounds to pursue high-dollar, high cholesterol, exotic locales - complete with liveried butlers, cooks, and guides-in-waiting.
That gives me an opportunity to assist all them unloved Northern California fish [...]