fly fishing
Since my return trip to Lyon’s Lake got weathered out this past weekend, my Dad and I instead opted to go Fly Fishing on Sunday. We headed up the American River to a little known spot on the side of Highway 50.
Really, no sign, no parking (save for the side of the road). I’m sure almost no one knows it’s even there - we had no one bother us all day. There’s this turn in the road, with a “40 mph curve” sign, and right there, bam: Random day-use area. Picnic tables, swimming/fishing hole and everything.
So, at about noon, we setup our rods, and started fishing.
Right off the bat, I had two strikes from what looked and fought like small steelhead trout. I’ve never had one of these on the line before, so the two minutes that I fought each one before they jumped off was pretty exciting.
After that, we had about 5 hours of nothing. No strikes, no fish swimming by, nothing. And then, at 5 o’clock (damn drunk fish), my dad gets a strike from a HUGE rainbow. He barely landed the thing - right as he got it to shore, the fish broke his line. He only got it because the damn thing was so in shock from fighting him, that it just wouldn’t move once it broke the line. Almost going in the water, he was able to grab the end of the line, and yank the fish on shore.
A beautiful, 15″ rainbow trout.
15″ Rainbow Trout caught by my Dad
My Dad with his catch
Too bad we didn’t get to eat it (I was running late to get home, back to Sunnyvale, so I missed out).
Until next time…
