By next weekend, the Upper Sac will likely fall below 1000 cfs (Brian; you were only one week off…). Those aren’t the most comfortable flows you’ve ever fished, but they’re plenty fishable. Hatches are spotty; a smorgasboard one night and dead the next. But what do you care? You’re rugged and courageous – a mans’ man who isn’t afraid of a dead hatch, dicey wading or a riverine environment packed with bears, rattlesnakes and infectious disease.
It’s not as if you don’t face worse on your morning commute.
Yet another picture of Wayne Eng fly fishing the Upper Sac (from Thursday’s trip).
The Raine Road Trip Continues
Our intrepid Lewis & Clark lookalikes are hopefully much better at catching fish than they are at explaining where they are; this morning I got a “through-the-looking-glass” photo of a dirt road with a cryptic message that they’d driven 31 miles of County Road A2 with the trailer, and yeah – it was bumpy as hell. Hey guys: I appreciate the suffering (from the plush cab of an air-conditioned Ford diesel pickup) and all, but the fishing, what about the fishing…?
County Road A2. I have no idea what else to say. [Jack Raine photo]
See you on the river (soon). Tom Chandler.
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Ooooohhhhhhh yeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh, the A2. As long as they’re not sending fishing photos, I’m sure we’d all like to see a photo of the window patch job… smellslikefish(Quote)
You ask, we listen…
Nice! Glass is so overrated. And when the aluminum oxidizes a couple more years, you won’t even notice the duck tape. smellslikefish(Quote)
Wow – nice patch – and that annoying early morning sunlight that makes sleeping off the single malt so difficult is thwarted as well… lostintejas(Quote)
They should paint it black and give the trailer that swaggery “pirate eyepatch” look. Be the bad boys of the Rv park, and no one would mess with the trailer while they’re gone. TC(Quote)
“…But what do you care? You’re rugged and courageous – a mans’ man who isn’t afraid of a dead hatch, dicey wading or a riverine environment packed with bears, rattlesnakes and infectious disease.”
Not sure who you’re referring to here, but I know it’s not me.
After another unproductive evening of lawn casting, I stopped by the local 7-11 for some refreshments, and on my way to the register, I passed an inebriated woman of about sixty who was struggling to fill a cardboard container with 7-11 nachos. As I was getting into my truck, I saw her come out of the store and place the nachos on the sidewalk in front of an old, overweight, bow-legged dog that was tied up to one of the newsstands. Not exactly Science Diet, but the old beast seemed happy to get it, and it got me to thinking about dogs and food, and I was wondering if Wally has ever sampled a slaw dog and/or Amiratti’s burrito, and if so, what was the outcome, and did Nancy forgive you?
Just curious. SanMateoJoe(Quote)
The Wonderdog has enough gastro-intestinal surprises headed our way on a daily basis that we’re not risking anything more lethal than dry dog food. A burrito would probably render the house uninhabitable.
Are you mad?? TC(Quote)
I spend my free time casting a fly line over grass. Of course I’m mad. SanMateoJoe(Quote)
You should be mad. Just walked in the door (10pm) from an evening on the Upper Sac. Wayne, Dave Edmondson and I pretty much caught the hound out of ‘em. Report to follow tomorrow. Now I’m too beat… TC(Quote)