This, I think, will be fun.

You gotta sneak up on ‘em…

High altitude trout are best approached with a guerrilla mindset, but one tempered by a minimalist approach (remember; before you can fish all that gear, you’ve got to carry it there first).

When I fish the river, it’s often a contest to see how much gear I can jam in my vest. When I fish the backcountry, I wrestle with how little I should load in my pack.

Fortunately, backcountry trout are rarely picky (note the “rarely”). The hard life in the rarefied backcountry environment rewards aggressive feeders, but also creates trout that are pretty damned spooky (that guerrilla thing again).

In the end, you end up fishing for naive, innocent trout that freak at the sight of you (much like the girls in high school).

This backcountry trip ends Sunday afternoon, but I’m going to play the self-employed card and tack on a Monday exploration of a Brook trout stream near Lassen.

I’ve never fished it and the whole thing is speculative - based as it is on rumor and the fly fishing equivalent of a ghost story - but dismissing anything that’s not a “sure thing” is probably a sign of impending doom (not physical doom, but the metaphysical kind where fear wholly overwhelms your sense of wonder).

As always, I’ve got a camera in my pack and a pad of paper in my pocket, so you’ll hear about it right after the L&T Nancy does. See you on Tuesday.

The Rutters Return…

Thanks to the magic of e-mail, we can now safely end the Underground’s Ian Rutter: “Lost in Montana” Vigil.

Twenty-four days after disappearing into the trout candy store that is Montana, Southeast Tennessee’s hardest-working guide(s) finally surfaced with an e-mail suggesting Montana was wonderful, but that it was good to be home.

If Ian ever figures out his new digital camera, we might even see pictures of the trip. Ian also mentioned stumbling across Alert Underground Reader Matt Smargiasso, who left home Labor Day weekend and wouldn’t go home until early October.

Some might applaud that kind of commitment, but once again, the Underground is left to wonder why the hell weren’t we invited?

I weep bitterly. See you in the backcountry, Tom Chandler.

Technorati Tags: backcountry, lassen, backpacking, brook trout, Montana

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Kent’s Most Excellent Yellowstone Adventure

First, regular Undergrounders will recall our wall-to-wall coverage of Chris Raine’s Road Trip with his son Jack. Now, Regular Underground Reader Kent S. is running from the law taking a road trip through Yellowstone, and while he’s not sending me cell phone photographs like Jack Raine (only a teenager could figure out those newfangled phones), he is sending the odd taunt report my way. (For excellent fishing reports on the Yellowstone area, visit the Yellowstone Fly Fishing blog…)

A couple days ago Kent managed to snag hook a 17″ rainbow on the Madison and landed it… using the 8′ 5wt bamboo rod he built himself at a Chris Raine rodbuilding class. While we certainly hate applaud Kent for taking his vacation in Yellowstone without inviting us, we especially wanted to take notice of this momentus event; catching a big trout in on a bamboo rod you crafted yourself is definitely worth a tip of the old flask you bastard.

In other news…

The Blogfish conservation blog reports about the spreading “dead zone” off the Oregon coast. Not so much good news there. Then our old friend on Urban Fly Fishing the Kelvin (dedicated to everyone who wears chest waders on the bus) has just passed his driving exam, and now can drive his own car to Scotland’s hottest fishing spots instead of riding public transporation. It’s the end of an era….

That’s it for now. I’ve been busy all day adding marketing content to my copywriting/marketing blog, and my nimble little troll fingers are flat busted. Early Monday Dave Roberts and I are headed to a secret spot on the Upper Sac - where we hope to rendezvous with several big, big fish. You’ll be the 2nd or 3rd to hear about it… See you on the river, Tom Chandler

This is an old picture that has nothing to do with the post, but hell, I had to use it sometime…

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You can typically count your really good friends on the fingers of one hand (even a hand that’s been in an industrial accident would likely do).

So when you get a chance to fish with one of the fingers, you take it - even if it means floating the river among a virtual armada of rafts, tubes and inflatable kayaks.

I’m just as bad as anyone at letting outside situations muddy my fishing time, but disappointment on the water is really about expectation and not reality.

You expect it to be as good as it was. You expect it to be wind free. And you expect to be alone doing it.

But having fun is as much a function of acceptance as a perfect cast; if you can embrace what’s happening on the water, it’ll be a party, even if you don’t land a fish.

Row, row, row Nancy’s boat…

This trip was different right out of the gate; the L&T Nancy decided it was time to learn to row the drift boat and capitalize on the whitewater guide class she took years ago.

Yes, my drooling, envious readers, you read it right; the wife decided to row so I could fish. (Somebody get me a lottery ticket.)

The fishing wasn’t wide open, but we caught our share of smaller trout by resorting to the “nymphing with a dry fly sensibility” dry and dropper rig.

A few trout ate the dry - enough to put it in the “working fly” category as opposed to “indicator” - and the only real disappointment was the lack of surprise steelhead. But then, it would hardly be a surprise if you could count on it.

Embrace the floating party. Or go insane.

While the fishing was so-so, the constant, bobbing parade of humanity was at least amusing, if not outright entertaining. The stream of rafts, tubes and kayaks was pretty much non-stop - many of my pictures had uninvited floating guests in the background, so I finally gave up on the pictures.

They were a friendly bunch - if a largely clueless one - and while I’m sure they didn’t do much for the dry fly bite, I think every single boat asked the same “are you catching any fish” question. And at least they were interested in the fishing, which means they weren’t wholly separated from the reality of what rivers are really for… See you on the keg boat, Tom Chandler.

“Dude, where’s my raft?” One of many, many rafts that bobbed by…

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Chris Raine and I - deciding that death by heatstroke was preferable to being seen naked (and I think the locals will agree with me here) - got up before 5 a.m., drove more than an hour, and fished a stretch of a local river I’d never seen before.

It’s very different from the norm up here; a desert-looking river with stained water and highly altered, TVA-esque flows which change on an hourly basis.

Pretty. Not stunning, but pretty. The river I mean. Chris is kinda weird looking.

We basically sweated like pigs, fished in ways we’d rather not fish, and caught a handful of small trout. In the hottest part of the day, we stumbled on a small PMD spinner fall and - squinting through the rivers of sweat running down our faces - hooked smallish trout on dries. Aha! Mission accomplished!

Crumpled PMD spinner on the rocks.

We staggered back to the truck, fly rods clutched limply in hour hands and weight loss accumulating to double-digit levels. It was an interesting river, but one that I’m willing to bypass until it cools some.

The good news is that much cooler temps are forecast for this weekend, so anyone willing to risk seeing me naked should probably fire up the chariot and go fishing.

In other, less disturbing news…

We’ve got a great thread going in the “Who’s killing fly fishing magazines…?” topic below. Be sure to add your two cents.

And lastly, in addition to finally upgrading his computer to the point that he can participate in online discussions (welcome to the 21st century, Ian), Ian Rutter just posted an entry on his fishing report about the arrival of his bouncing new Hyde Drift boat.

Sure, I would have bought a Clacka, but despite his drifter blindness, I still like the guy. Anyone who writes about his new boat as if his second child had arrived is worth reading. See you naked, Tom Chandler.

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Tommy likes. Tommy likes a lot.

We’ve had thunderstorms and grey skies the last three days, but Wednesday looked like it was the most “fishable” of all of them. Amid cloudy skies and intermittent light rain, I ran to one of my mid-river dry fly runs. Nothing was hatching when I suited up and half-ran/half-stumbled my way to the river, but I managed to stir up a little trout trouble by fishing a modified Beetle Bug pattern sent to me by Sully (given the source and modifications, I’m tempted to name it the “Bastard Bug”).

Despite the lack of working fish, I scared up six grabs on the Bastard Bug, including one in the 15/16″ range that I got as far as my feet before he got off. He wasn’t a huge fish, but he had ambition; my old Hardy-replica Heddon reel got a real workout and I was glad I’d performed some basic (and overdue) maintenance last week.

All Afternoon

I get the impression that I could have caught fish on dries all aftenroon long if I’d simply escaped the office earlier. The weather was unsettled; one minute it was cloudy. warm and still; five minutes later a strong downriver wind would blow up; and a few minutes after that I’d be fishing in dead calm, only with a smattering of big, warm raindrops falling.

In short, it was beautiful.

Later, a sparse PED hatch came off and I caught (and missed) a fair number of 9″-12″ rainbows on a #16 parachute. It wasn’t a heavy hatch and the fish weren’t exactly jumping in the net, but I’d enjoyed steady dry fly action almost since I locked the truck four hours before, and I’d have to be a lot grumpier than I am to diss that.

Not big, but I caught a lot of “chunks” last night. These puppies are eating well…

Clouds going, going…

Non fly fishers don’t understand our fascination with cloudy days; the rest of the civilized world finds them dreary, while for fly fishers it’s the signal to grab your gear, call in sick, and get out the door. Sadly, for the local Fourth of July fly fishers, no clouds are forecast. I’m heading to the backcountry and hoping it doesn’t matter.

That’s assuming that my ongoing wrist problem doesn’t worsen. Last night had its windy moments, and while pushing the rod harder isn’t a solution, I do often try to ’snap’ the cast a bit more at the finish. The wrist has been a problem ever since the stonefly hatch on the Rogue, and while typing isn’t a killer, I’ve been doing a lot of site development work and.. ouch [insert favorite whine here]. I’m digging out some of my slower, softer rods until I’m whole again. Let the sympathy begin…

Funniest reaction to my “fear and loathing in the parking lot” post: the Fishing Jones blog. Once again, modern civilization looks to Seinfeld for the right response.

The Raine Road Trip; the final photographs…

It’s definitely winding down out there in Colorado - today’s the day Jack Raine enters the Blue Zoo. Good luck, and we leave you with this photograph taken from the summit of Pikes Peak. See you on the river (hopefully), Tom Chandler.

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Greg is today’s recipient of the Underground’s Exceptional Timing Award, which - if we weren’t too lazy to find one - would include a broken alarm clock and a 2006/2007 calendar with around-the-house chores filled in on every square.

The storm and rain has knocked the record-setting temperatures back and spiked the river just a little. It’s the kind of “spike” that would send Ian Rutter scrambling for his streamer fly box, reasoning that the little boost in flows can get the big fish moving. Ian’s rarely wrong about this kind of thing, and if I get out tonight, I may chuck a streamer for a while if the bugs aren’t showing. Probably a little behind the curve…

The McCrowd

Wayne Eng guided the McCloud yesterday and reported nine cars at Ash Camp and three more along the way. The “McCrowd” apparently is fishing well, but is also living up to its nickname. Still, everything’s coming into shape, and it’s even time to consider some of the higher altitude places, though many still are snowed in. The L&T Nancy and I aren’t sure what we’ll be doing to beat the crowds this Fourth of July weekend, but a couple of hikes to remote lakes might be on the menu.

Today’s Underground Entertainment

From Ted Williams’ most-excellent conservation blog, news of a really, really responsible daddy who was cited for climbing over a fence and pushing his 6 year-old daughter into a herd of calving elk so he could get a picture. Nominations for “Parent of the Year” anyone?

MidCurrent sends us on to Ed Dentry, the Denver Post outdoor writer who lets us know the streams on the East Slope of the Rockies are finally rounding into shape. Of course, that’s news that we already knew simply because our wandering correspondents Chris & Jack have been fishing them and sending back cell-phone images. Once again, the Underground scoops a major metropolitan newspaper on an item of critical fishing news. (So when am I going to start making the bucks on a par with their publisher?)

The Raine Road Trip continues… (all photos J. Raine)

With D-Day almost at hand (the day Chris drops Jack at the Air Force Academy), our Lewis-and-Clark-esque adventurers continue to frollick amongst the West’s biggest tourist attractions, beginning with what appears to be a Colorado petting zoo (no, I’m not making this up — look at the picture).

Fortunately, we then move to the Big Thompson, where Jack sends us a picture of one of his fish. Chris has really taken to the Big Thompson, even to the point of donning a hardhat and light and fishing it at night. Or not. That’s probably just some weird picture of Chris “Sparky” Raine taken at a gift shop somewhere, but at this point, who knows?

I’m never sure what’s going through Chris’ mind even when he’s sitting across the room and talking to me, so divining the course of this trip via Jack’s cell phone pictures is a little like playing chess by mail with the post office losing half the postcards.

Alas, with Jack entering the Blue Zoo today or tomorrow, I’d say the steady flow of photographic evidence from the Raine Road Trip has come to an end. No longer will we at the Underground be treated to pictures of trout from other rivers that look just like our own trout, or shocking images of broken Airstream trailers.

Still, it’s been a great ride, and young Jack Raine is to be commended, both for serving his country in the Air Force and for his steady diet of photographs (though one wonders if the Air Force will still want him after seeing the petting zoo picture).

Ciao, you crazy kids…

Chris “Sparky” Raine

A Big Thompson rainbow, courtesy Jack Raine

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Today at least, the world no longer feels like it’s tilted permenantly downhill away from me, and I feel good (almost normal, or at least as close as I get). This evening I’ll be fishing. Naturally, as soon as the river falls to fishable levels the hellish temperatures descend on us, but I was lucky enough to enjoy a couple nights of fishing on the seam between the two.

Temps in Dunsmuir have exceeded 100 degrees, but because of the mountains, it always cools down at night. I’m guessing the fishing will soon fall into the morning and evening routine that defines the Upper Sac during warm weather, and those with daytime aspirations will do well to find the most oxygenated water on the menu.

There’s plenty more below, so today’s Underground Entertainment is limited to a couple entries. First, MidCurrent brings us a story about Grand Lake Stream - that little slice of Maine where I go every year (looks like September this year). The Fly Fishing Yellowstone blog tells us that the stoneflies are descending in numbers in that part of the country. Then - via Collateral Damage - comes a story of Southern California pelicans suspected of flying under the influence (yup). Finally, Ian Rutter overcomes the Web problems he’s been having and posts a couple of reports on fishing in his very pretty part of the country…

The Raine Road Trip enters Gierach Territory

With Chris Raine rolling ever closer to the Colorado Springs, he’s apparently now passing through John Gierach territory - that bit around Lyons immortalized in Gierach’s numerous essays. Thankfully, Jack Raine’s good with a cell phone camera and we’ve got more pictures of a part of the country you’re probably familiar with if you’ve ever read much Gierach (and who hasn’t). Enjoy!

A beaver dam on the St. Vrain. Pretty, but no fish for Chris. (J. Raine photo)

A nice rainbow from the Big Thompson - one of three that Chris & Jack caught. (J. Raine photo)

Bamboo rod builder Mike Clark outside his shop in Lyons. (Mike, try another swig of coffee - you don’t look so happy.) (J. Raine photo)

Another reference to the happy hot dog, though this one by an ethnic group (the Vikings) not known for their tube steaks. No word as to whether slaw dogs are on the menu. (J. Raine photo)

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It’s OK; there’s another hatch on the calendar, but rather than count on the passage of time to create more dry fly fishing, I’m going fishing this evening. Staying in and catching up isn’t a bad idea, but the concept of my not catching fish while Raine cavorts on the Henry’s Fork is a little hard to take (you see, living on a good trout river is not protection from an attack of envy).

A 14″ Firehole bow. Fly fishing’s beautiful even when you’re not casting… (Jack Raine photo)

And speaking of Raine, he and Jack had an excellent time on the Firehole (as predicted by the Yellowstone Fly Fish blog) and are on their way back to the Henry’s Fork (or “Fork” if you’re into fly fishing hip). Jack continues to admirably fill the trip photojournalist role with another nice picture.

They’re both enjoying the hell out of themselves (the goal of the trip after all), but they seem to be running into a certain kind of person - fly fishers with logos on their hats, grimness on their faces, and an approach to fly fishing that suggests all kinds of mental pyrotechnics occuring beneath the surface. My advice? Don’t be one of those guys.

The Beetle Bug busts out
Every time I mention the mighty Beetle Bug I get e-mails about the fly. I love the pattern, but no - I wouldn’t necessarily recommend fishing it through a BWO hatch. Still, as far as attractors go, it’s a confidence fly - something I know has worked in the past, will probably work again, and could conceivably work work on the next cast. For those willing to slave over a hot vise, here are some excellent directions for tying the Beetle Bug from the eflytyer site, which is also an interesting online shop specializing in fly tying materials. Given my prediliction for the underdog, I suggest giving this shop a try, if only because they’re not one of the monster retailers.

What am I forgetting in this post? After averaging only a couple hours of sleep a night, I have no earthly idea. At this point, I can amuse myself for hours simply trying to spell my own name, and I wonder what the L&T Nancy is going to find by the time she gets back from her business trip on Sunday. Probably a gibbering idiot. But not tonight. Tonight I fish. See you on the river (literally), Tom Chandler.

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Scale samples; a closeup of an Upper Sac rainbow.

Don’t cry for me…

I know; right at this moment, many of my readers are getting all dewey-eyed out of sympathy for me. I appreciate your thoughts, but don’t get all misty on my account. I’m tough, and when the call goes out to catch better than two dozen fish on a dry fly in a single evening, I’m there to answer it. I’m the John Wayne of the fly fishing world.

Wayne, Dave Edmondson and I converged on a stretch of river that has it all; faster water (loaded with fish), smooth water (loaded with good fish), and a difficult tailout (loaded with monster fish). This is not a stretch that typically fishes easy, but if you hit it right, it can fish well, and with some real bruisers thrown in. I was amazed at how the evening went; I showed up before Wayne & Dave, and tangled with a Cool Eddy clone who… well, acted like a Cool Eddy (helpful hint: don’t step into the river 10′ away from me and then ask “which fly do you use to catch fish here?”).

Ahh, the Beetle Bug - this one chewed by many, many trout. The Beetle is powerful. It is great. It is our friend…

If he’d asked nicely, I would have told him the Beetle Bug is one way to go when you don’t know what the hell else to do. After Wayne arrived, I started fishing the faster water section with a Beetle Bug, and with little fanfare, hooked a good two dozen fish in an hourlong Dry Fly Festival. Every bit of water I could cover yielded a couple of strikes, and after many nice fish and three in the 13″ range, I figured I was done for the evening.

It ain’t over ’til it’s… really, really dark.

I yielded the fast water to Wayne and wandered downriver to talk to Dave. He was working some tough fish on the far bank and got grabs from both of them, but wanting more, he headed upriver. That left me standing in the water, and after a few minutes a couple fish started working, so OK, I wasn’t done for the evening.

Instead, I proceeded to catch a bunch more fish on a #16 PMD parachute, including several of the large fin crowd who always come out to play when it gets darker. The final tally included a pair of 14″-15″ Brown trout (a rarity on the Upper Sac) and one “fish-zilla” that I never saw, but judging how he felt, I’m kinda glad I never got near him. He did his best “midnight train do Dunsmuir” imitation by heading irresistibly downriver before wrapping me up and breaking me off. Breathtaking stuff. A couple other notable fish at my #16 PMD parachute, including a 15″ specimen right at dark.

Trouty Smorgasboard

It was a smorgasboard of bugs last night: lots of midges, a few caddis, a smattering of Golden Stones, a few PMDs, and even some spinners at nightfall. I did OK just using the Beetle Bug and PMD parachute, but Wayne wandered to the tailout (where the deer and the big fish roam) and caught two sharks (18″-19″) on a rusty spinner, putting a smile on his face and a slight set in his cane rod.

Topping off the evening was Edmondson’s last-ditch fish, a nice 15″ rainbow that ate his dry three feet from his road tip. In a brilliant example of an anticipatory hook set, Edmondson lifted on him and had him in the net in seconds. It’s a great evening when you get out on the river and the weather’s perfect, and it’s a great evening when you catch a few fish, and it’s a great evening when you catch a lot of fish and a few big ones, but it’s a perfect evening when you and three friends accomplish all of the above.

The Raine Road Trip; it’s Tourist Time…

As near as I can tell, they fished the Firehole, but I have no idea what happened. If the unbelievably current fishing report at the Yellowstone Fly Fishing blog is to be believed, they probably caught some fish. Still, instead of vital fishing or slaw dog information, I’m getting the following:

Yup. That’s a bison muffin on the right. Also a picture of Old Faithful, the geyser that erupts on a regular schedule, producing the ultimate tourist attraction. It’s back to work for me. And I’ll see you on the river (you can bet on it), Tom Chandler

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Sadly, it’s late and I’ve still got work to do. But tomorrow evening, I fish. The river keeps falling, and tomorrow it’ll be within spitting range of 1000 cfs. So what are you doing reading this? Stop! Go tie some flies. Fabricate some leaders. Lube some lines. Do something. Anything. See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

Texted message: “Upper Mesa Falls on the Henrys Fork - along the scenic byway between Ashton and Last Chance. The falls are 200ft wide and drop 115ft, and followed by a long steep run… about 300 yards. Cool place!” [Jack Raine photo]

Our intrepid texter with the elder Raine over his knees in the Henry’s Fork. [Jack Raine photo]

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Of course, not everyone’s at home slicing and dicing statistics; the Underground’s Surf Fishing Correspondent Jim Troyer reports in with news (and a picture) from The OC surf, and even ends his report with the Underground’s politically correct “Fun day on the water.” Thats pretty much how every fishing story should end. Here it is:

Jim Troyer and his pet Calico…

I hit the kayak’s with my friend Craig and ventured off Capo Beach down here in Orange County. We paddled down to the reef off Beach Rd. and drifted the area for a few hours. The tide was on the upswing and Craig metered fish in one area and said ” there’s a bunch right here”. No sooner than that, I cast into the area, let the fly sink and started stripping and got hit by this nice Calico! I brought the 10wt. this time just to make sure I was covered in case a big White Sea Bass came a knockin’. Fun day on the water.

The Raine Road Trip continues, though today’s news isn’t about fish as much as the trip-disrupting power of random gravel flight; below is the front window of the Airstream, the repairing of which kept Jack and Chris from their morning appointment at Silver Creek. More on this major breaking news story (”Exposed in Idaho ‘06: A Shocking Story Mineral-based Vandalism”).

Road Tripus Interruptus…

Finally, we’ve got a few fun links, courtesy the Underground Entertainment Department. First, the Urban Fly Fisher describes the sudden appearance of fiber optics cable spools in his beloved river, then Patrick O’Grady hilariously recounts a family wedding on his non-fly fishing blog (it’s beyond funny).

This last link isn’t entertaining as much as alarming; it’s a GetOudoors story highlighting a U.N. Report about overharvesting our oceans. Sobering, but GetOudoors comes right back with good news: lists of seafood that are OK to eat if you want to protect the resource.

See you having fun on the water, Tom Chandler.

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Chris Raine at Silver Creek. For a nice “painterly” landscape pic, click the image below (hit ‘back’ button to return). [Jack Raine photos]

While I can’t simply plug the videos into the blog, I’m going to try and embed them into a separate Web page and see if that doesn’t fly. While I wait for more information to trickle in, I’ll leave you with this short missive from Jack about yesterday’s fishing:

“I got three, two 16″ and one 19-20″. Pop got two, a 15″ rainbow and a 16″ brown!”

The adventure continues…

[Update: added by Editor]

Called Chris on his cell phone - in yuppie-esque fashion, he answered it from the Silver Creek Nature Conservancy section. The mornings on Silver Creek have been fishing good, but the afternoons have found the wind howling. Some BWO and PMD hatches, and Chris felt the need to use his 8′ 6wt version of a Payne 102 taper in order to handle the longer casts and bigger fish.

Story of the trip so far has been the 6″ trout that ate his dry, that was in turn eaten by a monster Brown trout (that was way too big for Chris’ net). Unfortunately, he didn’t land the bigger of the two…

He’s staying at an RV park only a mile or two from the L&T Nancy’s father’s house near Ketchum. I know that park, and if he walked through it to the edge of the Big Wood River (now blown), he’d be looking at water I’ve fished the last two winters. It’s a small world after all.

It’s another day or two on Silver Creek, then off to Island Park, a destination that doesn’t make me at all envious. Not one bit. Nada.

Here’s an interesting story (found on Ted William’s excellent Conservation Blog) about Silver Creek’s 30 year Anniversary (at least the Nature Conservancy’s part of it).

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Because the technologically challenged Raine refused to install a digital satellite uplink dish on his trailer (or buy the equipment needed to make it all work, including a laptop), we’re going to have to make do with the messages and photos relayed via his son’s cell phone.

First stop was apparently Ketchum, Idaho - home to the Big Wood River (one of my favorites), Silver Creek, and the mega-dollar estates of Sun Valley. With Silver Creek at his front door, and some of the West’s most spectacular (and expensive) real estate looking back through the windshield, what did we get from our adventurer?

OK, so our first installment touches on a familiar subject - food. It’s clear that Raine likes to fish, but - if his spectacular performance at the Great Slaw Dog Cookout was any indication - it’s clear he likes to eat even more. Still, his hastily texted message offers some hope of actual fishing information in the future. To whit:

From Ketchum: Big Wood blown. Silver Creek OK. Windy and cold. No hatch. Try again tomorrow.

No fishing for me last night, but I’m out of here this afternoon. The Upper Sac continues to fall, and I’ve got a couple of midriver spots that are probably just getting wadable. They’re on the radar, I’m on the Internet, but not for long. See you on the edge of your seat, Tom Chandler

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