It rained all Thursday night, but – in what fly fishermen amusingly call hope (the rest of the world calls it desperation) – I figured the dry earth would soak up the rain, leaving the river low, clear and fishable.

The real world, it seems, doesn’t always accommodate mad men.

Fall color on the Upper Sacramento River
Fall on the Upper Sacramento isn’t always easy, but it’s typically pretty.

On Friday afternoon (mid-river), the river wasn’t blown, but it was headed that way. With more rain last night and today, the flows are spiking (2300+ as I write this). Visibility? Yesterday I waded knee deep and my boots simply disappeared.

Today would be worse.

If it was trying to fish up here this weekend, I’d head for a lake.

I fished a while – hitting the bank with a big October Caddis dry – then took a few pictures and drove into Dunsmuir where I lobbied the Burger Barn to add the slaw dog (the Official Tube-Shaped Processed Meat Meal of the Underground) to the menu.

Fall Color on the Upper Sacramento River

Since I was in town, I paid a visit to Bob Grace and Joe Kimsey at the Ted Fay Fly Shop.

Defying the economy and the industry at large, Bob’s had a pretty good year, and probably has another coming given that he hasn’t really bought into the thinking that fly gear has to be expensive.

Rain’s forecast at least through Monday (Tuesday & Wednesday 30%), and temperatures are on the way down. Time to get a few flies tied.

See you indoors, Tom Chandler.

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