Now I know the coffee stop at Starbucks in Angels Camp is a given, but not today. I was planning on float tubing and didn't need any additional liquid in my body. If you've float tubed, you know what I'm saying.
Before I get into the details, I took a couple of scenery shots to get the day started. The first one is where we usually bank fish. This one taken from the water side.
|The Fishing Spot|
So what I did was put on a beadhead black Wooly Bugger (supposedly the best for fish here) for weight and added the Muddler as a dropper. I'd like to report that the fish murdered the Muddler, but it wasn't to be. Sorry Bill, I gave it a good hour, but I will try again next time, by itself, with some weight.
The black Wooly Bugger didn't produce anything either so I went to the ever faithful Tungsten Beadhead Thin Mint. Then the party began.
Almost immediately this 14 inch or so Rainbow came to hand. He hit the Thin Mint so hard it almost pulled me out of the Float Tube. It also set the tone for the rest of the day.
|First Fish Of 2014|
The next four were in that area were all Rainbows. Along about Noon I was getting tired (I don't think I'm quite 100% yet) so I started back toward the launch ramp and then it hit and the fight was on. I thought "big Rainbow". The fish was a good sized Brown. I guess the rumors are true.
|First Brown of 2014|
I have solved the problem with the cramps I was getting and what was making me hesitate to float tube. It turns out that it wasn't a cramp after all , but arthritis in my hip. To counteract that , I just took a stupid pill.
Explain the stupid pill? Several months ago I told my doctor that I refuse to be 67 so give me something for the muscle pain I incur when "I'm stupid". Apparently works for float tubing too.
So, the Float Tube Cumberland is back in business.