Fall on the Upper Sacramento isn’t all 7x and #22 BWOs (thank god). Ahead of us lie the October Caddis, and all those pocket water trout don’t suddenly disappear, leaving empty stretches of river behind.

After my last midriver trip to the Purgatory of Fussy (and Missed) Fish, Dave Edmondson and I stayed upriver. We hiked the tracks for 15 minutes to a stretch of pocket water where 7x tippet is never needed and the trout eat reasonably sized, reasonably tied flies. I couldn’t wait.

Upper Sacramento Fall Colors
The parade of cool Fall colors begins. Check out the surreal (and unretouched) pink grass.

Congratulating ourselves on being crafty, immensely talented fly fishers, we got into trout right away shortlining dries in the pocket water. Oh happy days.

Though I’d tell you that technical fishing – with its long leaders and small flies – is my favorite variety, it rarely causes me to laugh out loud like I do when hunting trout in short pocket water seams.

It’s challenging wading, but it’s also an ongoing carnival of fast-striking fish, missed hook sets, and bright, neon colored fish. In short order, we both had lots of strikes, and the annoying computer hassles of the day just drifted away.

I fished a catskill-style #16 PED (small for pocket water) which worked just fine. Later, when the sun was off the water, we shifted our attention to a pair of dry fly runs, where I caught (and missed) several more on the same fly before switching to a parachute, which seemed to deliver a higher hooking percentage.

Upper Sacramento River Dave Edmondson
Dave Edmondson ties one on (he does that away from rivers too).

The bugs were the usual evening mix of ovipositing caddis, midges, #16 PMD spinners, 18 PEDs, #20 BWOs and a few other odds and ends (and not too many of any of them), but no October Caddis poked their heads out just yet.

This weekend will likely find me backpacking near Lassen (some alpine lake fishing on the agenda). The variety of fishing around here is enormous, and trying to get it all in before the temps fall, the snows come, and the bugs stop weighs heavy on me. Oh, the burden… See you all Fall long, Tom Chandler.

[tags]fall, Lassen, October Caddis, PMD[/tags]