Last Thursday I fished Lake Siskiyou from a float tube, finding myself in possession of a nice tan and relaxed attitude, but little else.

It was gorgeous and sunny and warm, and operating under the assumption that no time on the water is entirely wasted, I did walk away with some material for an essay on float tubes (plus the knowledge I picked the wrong place to fish, proving that while education is always enriching, it’s not always productive).

Saturday’s trip to the Upper Sacramento River delivered better – even though I got skunked again. In fact, it’s likely the pictures were the best part of the trip, though fishing with Wayne Eng is never boring.

The story? Rain. It rained steadily all day, and though rain rarely shows up well in photographs, you get a sense of the water falling by looking closely at the surface of the river:

Wayne Eng - not being made of Alka Seltzer - likes rainy day fly fishing just fine.

Keeping the trip interesting was the fact that Wayne’s an inveterate tinkerer, so his baseline is the stuff he knows will work, and once it does, it simply becomes a point of departure for trying newer (often weirder) things.

It also makes him the perfect guy to pound on a new rod & reel combo sent to the Underground for testing (more on that soon).

Flows on the river hovered over 2000 cfs, but the color was good, which means there were places we could fish and hope to do well, though your wading options definitely narrow when the flows go up.

The tributaries were pumping out a steady volume of water, which makes them look like bona-fide trout streams on their own, though flows plummet later in the year and they acquire the patina of streams filled with small fish – places that would offer great fishing if only they were fed by higher, wetter mountains.

Warning: Small tribs on the Upper Sac may appear larger than they are (in spring)

Fly fishing during those long, grey, rainy days can turn you into a prune, but to a photographer, the hyper-saturated blues and greens of the river are worth it.

Sadly, it appears that the Underground’s Best Photographic Friend on the majority of his fishing trips – my trusty, much-battered Pentax Optio W10 – maybe nearing the end of its photographic existence.

Apparently no longer waterproof, it’s also exhibiting some worrisome problems with the focus, and I get the impression I’m living on borrowed time (from a visual perspective).

The Fishing Report

The Upper Sacramento was running high, though not unfishably so (about 2200 cfs at the delta). While you can always hope for a BWO hatch on a wet day, Wayne and I saw nothing even remotely resembling a BWO, suggesting my prior thinking is probably right – the BWOs don’t last all winter. (I’d guess the hatches fall apart sometime in mid-February.)

The streamer pattern I threw looked great, but requires more testing before it’s unleashed on the universe.

In fact, I fished the streamer most of the day (with zero results), while Wayne managed to nymph up a pair of nice fish using the “test” rod/reel combo.

Both fish were nice but not in the “holy crap” class of trout you sometimes encounter in the winter, and yes – the Underground was there to capture the action of one of Wayne’s conquests with this stirring, Bullit-esque action sequence:

Drifting... drifting... wait for it...

Hookup!

OK, maybe it’s not so stirring. Maybe it’s not exactly Steve McQueen in a Mustang. Maybe it’s not even an action sequence, but damnit – without multi-million dollar special effects, we’ve got limitations.

Still, the result wasn’t all bad – another pretty Upper Sac rainbow trout.

Not bad for two minute's work (assuming you ignore the hours that went before and after)

The final result? The fishing wasn’t great, but the testing sure was; the Undergrounders will soon see final reviews of the Patagonia soft shell and “sticky rubber” wading boots – both of which needed a little extra rainy day testing.

Even with all the waterproof gear available to us, you often walk away from a rainy day on the river sloshing like washing machine, which belies the mental clarity you gain when all the sounds (and sharp edges) around you are muted for a time.

See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

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