Mostly cloudy, 80s, gas $2.99
I was afraid that there would be crowds on the river and that the usual spots would be occupied . On the drive I found a new podcast, Good Assassins – Hunting the Butcher, based on the book The Good Assassin: How a Mossad Agent and a Band of Survivors Hunted Down the Butcher of Latvia. It’s a riveting spy story and horrifically true, and it brings the horrors of WWII back from the past into the present in a way that will haunt you. I was glad I was headed to the river.
I was surprised to find an empty lot when I arrived at 2:30. The day was a bit cooler and there was plenty of cloud cover too.
I watched the water for 15 minutes while enjoying a Sierra Nevada Oktoberfest, a well balanced amber with a sweet bread flavor with a hint of spice and bitterness of hops.
The only bugs that I saw were miniscule bwos, and no trout rose.
I moved up into some of the more productive runs and the catching was good. Fish steadily came to hand.
A pair of kayakers passed behind me shouting out hellos, I was a bit surprised that there weren’t dozens of them on this holiday weekend.
It was time for a beer break and I headed back down to my stash taking some pics along the way.
Some species of aster...
After my refreshment I tried my luck with a dry fly as I had seen one fish rise once. I had a #18 comparadun on the rod and I had seen a few sulfurs on the water. On the second cast I got a fish to rise and was refused. A bit later I broke the 7x on a hook set. I was retying a fly when another group of yakers came down hollering out, “Having any luck?” “Sure thing,” I replied. “hey, mind if I ask you how you got in hear, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he inquired. “A long walk, a long walk...” was my reply.
I broke off another fish before landing one.
This brown took a #18 dry on the 7x and came out of the water three feet like a Polaris missile, I was stunned, and
It jumped twice more before being netted.
This rainbow was sipping under the trees and I could barely see the take through the thickening evening fog that had started to roll in.
The evening was gorgeous and it felt good to be out alone on the water. The chill in the air and the shorter day is a reminder that summer is almost over.
A women floated by and called out, “Do you know where we are?”
“Yes,” was my reply. Then after a pause, she inquired, “How far is it to Papa’s Pizza?” I told her, “Another mile or two!” Then I added, “Are you alone?” “No, there are three others behind me” I think she was anxious to get off the river. They came paddling down about five minutes later.
More sulfurs were popping off but I was done, satisfied with the day and left the adamantine flow of the river and began the long walk out into the setting sun.