Fishing was good, but dinner was better

August and early September are the “boxing” months, not enough bug activity to make any imitation conclusive – and what little is available are the “bar fly” insects, out just before closing time hoping to hook up with something of loose morals and lower standards.

It’s the cause of much head scratching and contemplation, where you dig into the deepest recesses of your fly box for experimentals, bright ideas, and the ugly duckling – something you conceived out of dim light, feather duff, and a hunch.

Boxing makes me think “stick and move” – covering a lot of water and fly patterns hoping something proves consistent. It’s low water and aggressive wading – where a misstep is part calamity and part refreshing – as you’ll dry as quickly as you dampen.

I think SMJ and I pulled out all the stops this weekend – hitting upper, middle, and lower river, and poring through countless flies and pounding the heavy water – fearing little other than a misstep and “the other guy’s” camera..

Friday my fish were on dry flies, Saturday it was all nymphs and Sunday was a blank, neither style proving effective. There was no consensus, as both Joe and I caught fish on a large array of bugs; little Black AP nymphs and black midges for the lower river, Creamy-Orange Parachutes in the middle river, Caddis Variant’s and Brownline Czech-style caddis for the Upper river.

Joe opted for a couple flavors of rubberlegged “stonefly” nymphs, midges, and landed his largest fish on the Brownline Manhattan Leech. We couldn’t agree on much other than dinner was overdue, cigars are good, two splitshot minimum, and that pillow was going to feel really good tonight…

This will galvinate the crowds shortly It’s too early for the fall reawakening, mornings are starting to chill a bit, but that burns off much too quickly. October Caddis always seems to energize the crowds – and there were plenty of the underwater flavor in evidence.

Call it the “Trout Underground Influence” – but the fishing rapidly took second fiddle to SMJ’s sumptuous dinners.

The Upper Sacramento drainage, like most backwoods venues, offers its heroes a choice between cold pizza and velvet-Elvis hamburgers. The first course is a napkin and the last is the bill, with charred bovine somewhere betwixt the two.

SMJ's dinners were multi-course gutbusters

SMJ’s dinners were multi-course gutbusters, pre-cooked for minimal effort – and accompanied by the prerequisite “hearty red” served in plastic ice cream cups. Coupled with the daytime exertion, it was an effort not to fall asleep during the cigars and brandy chaser.

Us “Old Guys” watch our priorities change – where cold ground and cold cuts morph into creature comforts and warm soup.

As Poppa says, “.. any damn fool can be uncomfortable..”

5 thoughts on “Fishing was good, but dinner was better

  1. KBarton10

    Soft around the middle you can be sure. A couple hikes up the dirty water will take off last weekend’s gluttony.. I hope.

    See what happens when I fish for trout? I come apart at the seams.

  2. SMJ

    Don’t worry Jean-Paul, he’s not getting soft. Keep in mind that this is a guy who fishes in triple digit temps while wearing neoprene. I planned this trip, so it was my call to opt for some edible food and a semi-comfortable bed at the end of the day. I’m sure the next time he fishes Manzanita he’ll go back to sleeping on the ground and eating Hooter bars and beef jerky for breakfast lunch and dinner. I’ll look forward to reading about it and admiring the pictures.

  3. Trout Underground

    Journalistic integrity forces me to point out Singlebarbed doesn’t necessarily sleep on the ground and eat jerky by choice; his recent attempt to turn one host’s pet into Poodle Jerky means he’s not often welcomed into polite company.

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