I won't mince words: The Upper Sacramento River's been seeing a *lot* of fly fishermen the last two weeks, and this weekend, there are a pair of sizable (30+ anglers) groups in town.
The McCloud River - which may be earning its "McCrowd" nickname - is also seeing a lot of fly fisherman.
Apparently, it's getaway time in the mountains of Northern California, and I might suggest we're seeing a lot of fly fishermen who are ending up here instead of more exotic locales.
I'm always happy to see the local economy acquire a little spring in its step, but for some among the guiding community, the strain of guide trip after guide trip takes a terrible (terrible!) toll, leading to heart-wrenching scenes like this:
Yes, that's Frequent Underground Character && Local Guide Wayne Eng crashing at the Trout Underground's/Man Cave Official Corporate Ideation Center, where he napped (untroubled by killer Chipmunks) until it was time to eat.
The Underground Escapes
With so many fly fishermen apparently enjoying the Upper Sacramento, I'm heading off Sunday to a small stream in the area, hoping to escape some of the crowds.
It's a gamble; it only takes one or two good (or clumsy) anglers to pretty much chew up a small stream for those who follow, and I tend to stay away from that kind of water on the weekends.
But damnit, there's fish to be caught. And this time, I'm taking the camera.
The Wading Boot Testing Continues
And don't think we've forgotten our wading boot tests - especially now that Korker has thrown its boots into the fray. They sent along a pair of wading boots and many, many pairs of their interchangeable soles, and we'll see what happens in light of the Underground's somewhat unhappy experience with a pair of much older Korkers (I wasn't thrilled with the ankle support, but these look sturdier).
See you (anywhere but) a small stream, Tom Chandler.