I can get there in an hour in the truck, but it took a little longer hauling the trailer. We got the trailer all leveled and decided to take a drive up to that creek and lake I alluded to back a couple posts ago.
|View across from the site|
|The Clipper on site|
I wanted to share that with you because that's where we went Friday afternoon. It took us about an hour to drive the 5.4 miles from Highway 88 to the lake. The only reason I knew about the lake was the DFW listed it on it's stocking list back a couple weeks ago. I also noticed a creek running across the road about 2/3 of the way there.
It turned out the creek had less water in it then if you turned on a garden hose, but one has to look. We got to the lake and there were four guys fishing already. Instead of pushing my way in between them, I just got my camera out and took some shots for you to look at.
|To the right|
|to the left|
|Across to left|
|Again to the right|
After they left and a couple casts later I got two hits on the same retrieve, but it wouldn't stay on. Back in the same spot and two casts later and I brought an eleven inch Rainbow to hand. Actually I just took the hook out while it was still in the water and let it go for another day.
That was it, ten minutes, one short distance release, two hits on on retrieve, and one brought to hand. On the way out the two guys we sitting on the side of the road. I reported what had happened and then took off. I think they were throwing rocks at us as we left. That was Friday.
Saturday morning while my wife was fixing breakfast (we always have her special pancakes, eggs, and sausage on Saturday morning) I walked across the street to the West Fork of the Carson River. There were two guys fishing so I walked upstream through a bunch of bushes. That was a big mistake. There were so many mosquito's I thought I was back in Florida with Mike (Troutrageous!). I was eaten alive and I had doused myself with Cutters. I jetted out of there is a hurry.
So I wandered back over where the guys were fishing and chatted for a while. Once they left I got out my Tenkara rod and a black/white fly that TJ showed us last Tuesday and started drifting it to about a dozen fish holding under that light green bush in the picture below.
|He wasn't catching either|
|Dead on the bottom|
|This one too|
That's all the fishing I did. We drove over the South Lake Tahoe on Saturday. My wife looked in a quilt store and we stopped at a flea market on the way out. NO, we didn't gamble. With Katherine working at Jackson Rancheria Casino, the urge to gamble is just not there.
I'll have another post tomorrow about the fly rod that wants to be.