Thursday, May 26, 2016

American River For Shad

I wanted to fish Rossmoor Bar because it's where I was introduced to Shad fishing with a little pink grub by, and I don't know if you remember these guys, Richie and his son Mark.

Yuki and I took off from the house at 8:00 and after a stop for coffee at the Local Bean Cafe in Rancho Murieta, got to the entrance of Rossmoor Bar only to find the road CLOSED.

We were redirected to the El Manto access. That was OK because I've fished there before and caught Shad, but not this time. So enjoy the pictures and I'll take up the adventure down below. 

El Manto Access

Yuki working the water

Across the river

Some local wildlife
So when things didn't pan out at El Manto we decided, after a couple chili/cheese dogs at The Weenie Dog (better know as Der Wienerschnitzel) headed over to the other side of the river at the Harrington access. I've fish here a lot too. If you've followed for any length of time you know I've done some Steelheading here. 
Yuki at Harrington Access

Down stream

Yours truly at El Manto. Instant replay.

A bird. I don't know why????

Wait, back to El Manto for another shot
 In the picture below is a shad that one of the other guys caught. It's the bloody thing on the stick.
Shad
 Still swinging away with the pink grub.
Oops, me again.
The other guys. Thought there were an awful lot of cars in the parking lot. This is only a couple of the approximately dozen or so guys fishing there.

Took a while, but they finally left and we could get to the "premium" spot.
Most guys that fish for Shad will tell you that either dawn or dusk are the best time to fish for Shad. I've caught them during the day, but to be there at dawn I would have to get up at 3:00 am and leave right away. Sunrise is 5:45 am. Not going to happen. To be there at sunset (8:21 pm) getting home would be way past my bed time. Not going to happen either.

So I guess we just take our chances. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. The Shad run only lasts a couple weeks and "they" (who ever "they" are) are saying this is the peak so we'll give it one more shot next Friday. We're bringing waders so we can stand in the river too. Maybe that's the key to catching them.

You guessed right, we didn't catch anything. Maybe next time. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

Skunkus Interuptus

I had two options this morning. Stay at home and pull weeds (all the painting is currently done) or take a drive out to the Trout Pond and see if there were any fish out there.

Yuki had prior plans, so I went it alone.

I got to the pond about 8:00 am. Girl at check-in said they hadn't planted since the 10th. That's almost two weeks. Not a good outlook.

Since there was not a soul to be found out there, I had my pick of places. I opted for the spot I fished the very first time I fished the pond. I was looking for some good mojo.


This is the original spot

No one to the right.

No one to the left.

No one even in the "combat" fishing spot.
I set up two rods with some old PB just to see if it had any oomph left.

I let it soak for an hour and then changed to some from a newly opened jar. Sometimes that is all it takes.  

While I was waiting for that first Trout Pond bite, I took a picture of the tree across the pond. If you make it big, you can see, just to the right of center a white crane roosting in the tree. Actually there were several roosting, but that is the only one you can see because the Turkey Vultures also roost in that tree. In fact, there was quite a bit of squabbling going on. Probably why the cranes were all hiding. I think it was a territorial thing. 

Roosting Cranes
At the end of the second hour without a bite, I pulled in one rod and started throwing Kastmasters in hopes of some action.

I started with pink, then silver/green, then silver/blue, then holographic followed up by pink again. Didn't interested anything that looked vaguely like a trout. Maybe that's why there wasn't anybody out there.

At the end of hour three, I called it a day. I figured I could sit there all day or head back home and do something constructive like pull weeds.

The girl at check-in said that they did stock the South Shore ramp last week, which was just down the street, but the last time I was there it took me three weeks to get all the mud out of my wheel wells and with the water in the lake rising, I didn't feel comfortable going down there.

Back to the title of this post and back to being skunked once again. And the skunk goes on........... 

Thursday Yuki and I are going to take a drive down to the American and dabble in a little Shad fishing if the water level in the river is adequate.

Stay tuned.