It’s Saturday morning (the general trout season opener in California).
Do you know where your trout are?
Today’s Plan
Given that the small streams I want to fish are hopelessly snowbound, the start of the general trout season remains largely symbolic.
Still, even a symbolic fishing trip offers us hope of a trout, and yesterday, I packed Wally the Wonderdog and Little M into the truck and reconnoitered a lower-level small stream.
This year’s abundant snow stopped us on the road – a good two miles short of what I thought was my goal.
The good news? A first glance, the stream levels seemed entirely fishable.
Until I realized I was looking at a side channel (the main channel was raging).
Still, I saw enough to suggest a trip back in the middle of today.
It’s either a symbolic drive in pursuit of symbolic fish (the probable theme should I get skunked), or an attempt to fish something no one else is going to fish (at least not today).
The romance of the latter is inescapable, and “hasn’t been fished this year” is a phrase that exerts a peculiar hold over most fly fishermen – hence the opening day circus on some of the better-known waters.
I guess my small-stream jag of the last few years hasn’t run its course; It’s still “Go Little, or Don’t Go At All” here at TU.
See you after opening day, Tom Chandler
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