Last week I noted that the Upper Sac was still running high, but that the snow was disappearing fast from the surrounding mountains, and that I expected flows to start falling rapidly, and soon.
Well, it has.
Suddenly the Upper Sacramento is in the 1200 cfs neighborhood, which isn’t necessarily fun, but it’s certainly getting fishable.
Helpful Mysterious Hint Of The Day: those who are prone to throwing giant, prehistoric-looking dry flies might want to get their butts up here sooner instead of later.
That’s all we’re saying. At least for now.
A Few Fast-Disappearing Streams
Older Bro fished a fav Brookie stream and sadly reported that it was barely wet. The lake that feeds it is usually — at this time of the year — surrounded by several feet of snow.
Not this year.
In fact, there isn’t any snow up there at all.
The farther south in the Sierras you go, the worse it seems to get.
In other words, if you’ve been daydreaming a lot about fishing that small Sierra stream, then sooner might be better than later.
That reminds me it’s probably time to reconnoiter the handful of nearby small streams that have been too high to fish. When they come down, the fun really begins, especially given how much trouble I’m having coming up with daylong fishing trips right now.
Though we pay for it with higher gas, food, insurance and health care prices, one of the benefits of living in the middle of nowhere is the ability to find yourself standing on a happily fishable piece of water less than 20 minutes after the decision was made.
See you on the river, Tom Chandler.