Thursday, May 27, 2010
by Luke Harris
My brother and I left Reno on Saturday afternoon to meet Gramps for two days fishing in the Mother Lode. With unstable weather patterns and snow over I-80 we had no idea what to expect. We fished Don Pedro reservoir on Sunday. Though the morning started out promising the lake level began dropping rapidly and consequently so did the fishing. Gramps and Adam managed the only Largemouth of the trip using conventional gear and the fly fishing was incredibly tough that day yielding me very few fish at all. The show stealer on Sunday was of all things a nice Crappie caught by Gramps. The real action however, would happen the next day.
We launched at Tulloch Reservoir the following morning before sunup and Adam quickly had a smallmouth to the boat. The fishing only improved throughout the day. Gramps and Adam had constant luck on plastic worms as did I with a good old black woolly bugger on type 3 sinking line. At some points we were getting at least a bite every cast. I also managed to hook Crappie, Panfish and even a trout.
Though we failed to boat anything big, all and all it was good to be fishing from Gramps' boat again. As always, we had a killer time and can't wait for the next outing.
The Fee Area
The only Largemouth of the Trip were minuscule though we spotted some big cruisers up to 7lbs
A solid Crappie brought to you by Gramps
Constant Smallmouth action made the day
What they puked up
Gramps the Bass Wizard planning our next move
Plenty of these guys
Even a trout
Early morning cruising
The Crappie colors were stunning
They chewed through more than a few black buggers
The Panfish had some cool colors too.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Fishing the Truckee in the spring has its rewards. It can be tough to gauge the flows and weather, but a few nice days in row should put the trout in a biting mood.
Fragrant Blossoms and sunny skies are just a snippet of the many benefits for the springtime Truckee angler. Here's another:
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
It wasin 2009 when I was approaching one of my favorite holes along my favorite river. The leaves were turning fiery yellow, mist was rising from the water, and I had spent more time happily admiring my surroundings than actively fishing. After a few smaller fish I was eager to come to this larger and more volumous pool. My pulse quickened as I rounded the corner, but was just as soon let down to find 2 people already there. After whispering a few choice words under my breath I decided to pass them by and fish further upstream since they were only shore fishing with spinners.
As I approached, an overly enthusiastic man gave a friendly howdy and the typical “Catchin' Any?” greeting. Gosh that eats at me! While the river is public domain - most of these people had recently moved here with the boom in the housing market. And now the subsequent bust has left thousands unemployed with nothing to do during the weekdays when I take MY days off. I gathered myself, smiled, and told him I caught a few earlier. My response was barely all out before the man, beaming with pride, told me to go look at the brown his girlfriend caught. Now I was irritated. I muttered something of how they’re beginning to spawn and should be released, but that of course fell on deaf ears. So, obliging the two, I walked back downstream about a 100 ft. to where he told me the fish was tethered. I approached quietly and at first didn’t see anything but a lone crawdad. Then the familiar fish form materialized in front of the crayfish. About the time I saw the brown, he also saw me. Around 23” it was definitely a nice fish, certainly one that needs to pass on his genes to future progeny. The fish started bucking and pulling at his leash. His muscles strongly contracting for the freedom of the main current. I looked at what was holding him back - a long piece of ~6lb. monofilament tied to a tree branch. One more strong jerk and the mono snapped. The fish slid slowly and quietly into the depths - the way crossing the river and wading out of sight. I often wonder if they thought I released their catch. But if they happen to be reading this now, know this, don’t use light line for a stringer! Brown Trout - 1 Couple - 0.do when you spook them, and you know you’ll never see them again. I smiled then bolted upstream past the couple. “That’s a really nice fish” was my comment as I quickly moved on