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Bamboo Fly Rod & Big Dry Flies: Winter Fly Fishing On The Upper Sacramento River?

January 10, 2012, by Tom Chandler 19 comments
An Upper Sacramento Rainbow Trout

Read the stories, and you’ll learn winter fly fishing is hard. Frozen fingers. Frozen lines. Real Jack London stuff.

Except when it isn’t.

On Sunday, it wasn’t.

An Upper Sacramento Rainbow Trout

The first fish (and the only picture).

Up here, we’re still in the grip of our indecently nice winter weather — a run of sunny, rain-and-snow-free days that defy the “winter” label.

The banks of the Upper Sacramento (the upper bits) should be carpeted with snow, and I should have skied down the road, but simply drove it instead, and could have done it in a two-wheel drive. I even fished some of the afternoon in a single long-sleeve undershirt before slipping on a light jacket.

It’s early January, and I was fishing a bug with its roots in a hatch that began in early October, and while I haven’t seen an October Caddis for weeks, I had an inkling.

For years I’ve suggested the “best” time to fish the October Caddis dry isn’t during the actual hatch. I can’t count the number of times I’ve caught more and bigger fish on an #18 PED parachute while October Caddis popped off the water like slow-moving hummingbirds.

Thousands of big bugs in the air, yet few — if any — trout eating them on the water.

Until they start dying.

Fly Fishing’s Confidence Game

Fly fishermen often pretend at knowledge they simply can’t possess. It’s a time-honored tradition, so when I say that the trout “know” the late-season October Caddis on the water are probably dying and therefore can’t escape, it sounds pretty good.

When I add — as a virtual certainty — they realize winter is here and the food-free spawn is coming soon afterwards, so they’re seizing the opportunity to bulk up, it all seems reasonable.

But really, who the hell knows?

Dying October Caddis and a Raine Hollowbuilt bamboo fly rod

The fly and the rod, a pretty stellar combination before the snow falls.

I can say that Wally the Wonderdog and I fished for less than two hours, most of it spent rigging up and hiking down the rails (and in the Wonderdog’s case, rolling in something dead).

I only had three grabs.

But what grabs they were; slashing takes, like Northern Pike eating mice.

And yes, all the trout were big, at least by Upper Sacramento standards (they always are in winter).

The October Caddis

The big dying October Caddis pattern (a prototype tied by Raine, who has since changed the pattern) floats low in the water and the CDC wing no doubt looks tattered — like you’d imagine a dead October Caddis would look.

The first trout was a good 14″-15″, and like winter fish always do, he felt heavy and firm and solid and alive in my hand. After so long without a fly rod in my hand, it felt a little like I was reaching back into my past.

The second fish only stayed on for 4-5 seconds, and I’d suggest he was as big as the third, which — when I tried to measure it against the wraps on the fly rod — went on past the 18″ wrap.

Unfortunately, we come to the bad news; unless I can find some kind of accommodation, this might have been Wally the Wonderdog’s last fishing trip on the Upper Sac. In the past he was only peripherally interested in the fishing, but over time, he’s wholly keyed in on the fish to the point he’s trying to retrieve the damn things right out of my hand.

Wally the Wonderdog on the Upper Sacramento

Wally the Wonderdog is pretty keyed in on trout...

It makes for a tough time landing and releasing them (not to mention getting a picture), and sooner or later he’s going to catch one and kill it.

And I’m leaving out some of the language used when he decided to swim through a run while I was casting to it, or those moments when I lose a fish because I’m trying to horse them out of his reach.

Plus he’s not as spry as he used to be, and we hadn’t even reached the two-hour mark when he started limping and falling back, which meant it was time to go home.

We all get older, and the trick is to figure out what still works for us, and in the Wonderdog’s case, that might not involve scrambling up and down steep rocky banks — not exactly the Lab/Basset’s forte to begin with.

The Gear Stuff

I fished the 8’3″ Raine Hollowbuilt 5wt and the Rio Avid DT5 line, and the combination — at close and medium ranges — was astonishing.

Big dry flies are tough to fish accurately at short ranges; they’re wind resistant, so until you’ve got enough line mass driving them, they open up your loops and kill accuracy.

And accuracy is pretty much what it’s all about in this kind of fishing.

A short, strong leader is a necessity, as is a rod that will throw a decent loop at short range.

Bent bamboo fly rod

This happened three times -- plenty when the trout are big...

When Raine built new tips for this bamboo fly rod (converting it from a 4/5 to a true 5wt in the process), he added a little line speed to the equation.

It’s almost as if he’s reinvented the semi-parabolic style rod, only without all the weirdness.

More To Come

With the first real storm of the winter not expected until January 18 (and that’s a long-range forecast, which is worth about as much as you’d guess it was), the dying October Caddis bite might last a little longer.

With most of our options out of reach, my short trips are confined to the river or the nearby lake, though with a big deadline on the table, it may be a couple more days.

Fly fishing in winter is often portrayed as a kind of manly pursuit practiced by those lacking common sense (a label sought by many these days), but in truth, it always feels quieter and more reflective, and the sense of stillness is almost palpable.

Because nobody’s going anywhere in a hurry — and any expectations of a spring-level body count are gone — it’s as if you’re freed from the need to move quickly, and three big trout eating a dry fly is more reward, frankly, than it feels like I deserve.

See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

Upper Sacramento River ice

My chance to get all arty and pretentious...

The Joys Of BWOs (When The BWOs Show)

November 4, 2011, by Tom Chandler 7 comments

I’d been sitting on a cold rock on the bank of a cold river for the last 1.5 hours, and when that first blue winged olive tumbled by on the surface currents, I didn’t feel as stupid as I had only a minute before.

Funny what a size 22 insect can do for a fly fisherman.

Upper Sacramento Rainbow trout

Thanks. I needed that.

The Upper Sacramento’s hatches are maddening; one day they’re gratifying. The next — despite perfect conditions — they’re nonexistent.

And yesterday’s conditions were were damned near perfect.

So I was prepared to get wet for no good reason at all.

Happily, at 1:15, enough BWOs showed to pull a few trout to the surface, a handful of which I tricked into eating my Quigley Cripple.

It’s a simple enough sentence, but fly fishermen read it and their pulse quickens.

Especially when the trout are, well… stunning:

Fall rainbow trout

In just the right light, they're stunning (better looking than your angry fingers)

Fall in the Upper Sacramento River canyon is easy on the eyes; half the trees are evergreens, yet the other half are turning red and yellow and orange, and those isolated riots of color stand out more than if they consumed the entire hillside.

The water is low and so clear it’s as if the river bottom is encased in Lucite.

It’s also a time when your hands sting every time you (foolishly) dip them in the water, and when the average size fish throw the hook before you can land them, you’re secretly relieved. Later, when you look at the photos involving fingers, they’ll be an almost angry red.

Our digits apparently are less enamored of fall than we are.

The Details

By the numbers? I had seven grabs, three of which turned into those “life the rod and feel them for a millisecond before the hook pops out” endeavors.

That leaves us with four hookups and three landed fish, all of which were in the 11″-12″ range.

All that happened on a #22 Quigley Cripple (the scaled-down Ed Engle version), the trout having already ignored the #20 Adams Parachute I’d started with.

I was fishing the Raine 8’3″ 5wt hollowbuilt I mentioned here, and as you’d guess, I kept pretty close tabs on its performance — right up until the first good drift over a trout was ignored and I switched to vengeful angler mode.

The verdict? It’s looking good, Undergrounders.

But more testing is needed. Lots more.

See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

The Really Ugly Bamboo Fly Rod I’m Happy I Own

September 22, 2011, by Tom Chandler 11 comments

Like most bamboo fly rod builders, Chris Raine is a bit of bamboo nerd; he never really stops messing with tapers.

Raine bamboo fly rod

New life for a failed prototype? My long-sought-after all-around 5wt?

Years ago he handed me a prototype 8’3″ 4/5 weight hollowbuilt rod — a slightly stronger, more progressive take on his popular 8’3″ 4wt. While it fished nicely with a 4wt at short ranges, when you really aired it out, it became clear the tips were too light for the mid section.

Just when the rest of the rod was getting going, the tips started flopping.

It was an experiment and experiments sometimes fail, though this one now seems to have a silver lining.

When all this happened Raine was finalizing his 8’3″ 5wt staggered ferrule “Simplicity” rod and didn’t really need another 8’3″ 5wt in the lineup, so he moved on to mucking about with other tapers, and I kept the rod, occasionally fishing it and ultimately breaking four inches off one of the tips.

Eventually — like a lot of bamboo fly rod builders — Raine let someone buy his own fly rod right out of his hands, and then realized he didn’t have anything to fish himself.

I’d returned the original prototype 8’3″ 4/5 to get get a new tip-top glued on the broken tip and have the grip turned down a bit, and — desperate for a fly rod to fish that night — he took it to the river and gave it a workout.

He called the next day and said “I know how to fix this.”

Over the next two weeks he built a slightly heavier tip for it on a flatter taper, and the first time I cast it, I suspected I’d finally found my all-around 5wt.

I’ll have to fish it a bunch to be sure (a trip to the river has ended a lot of love affairs that began on a casting lawn), but a powerful-but-supple 8’3″ 3-pc hollowbuilt 5wt sounds like just the all-around 5wt I’ve searched for the last 12 years.

Frankly, adding to the attraction is the rod’s status as a prototype — a simple test bed built with whatever was at hand.

There’s no tipping on the wraps, the simple reel seat is scarred (it was pulled off another prototype), and bamboo in the new tip section doesn’t come close to matching the bamboo in the butt section.

Frankly, I like stuff that’s clearly created for a purpose (I’ll never understand gloss-black, lowered pickup trucks), and a fly rod like this lacks any hint of the bling that reduces so many bamboo fly rods to fashion statements.

I suppose that’s why I mostly drive a 24 year-old basic Toyota pickup and mostly own bamboo fly rods from people like Raine, Thramer and Beasley.

See you on the river (testing my ugly prototype), Tom Chandler.

A Fever-Driven Essay About Bamboo Fly Rod Builders (or, Why You Should Own a Beasley, Thramer or Raine)

January 17, 2011, by Tom Chandler 19 comments

I just hung up the phone after a lengthy conversation with bamboo fly rod builder James Beasley, and I realized I haven’t been talking to enough rod builders lately.

That’s because bamboo fly rod builders are a uniformly odd bunch (though not in the sense that you’re afraid to give them your phone number), and in a sport like fly fishing, you don’t want to lose touch with the happily odd characters that make it richer than the fishing might suggest.

After all, bamboo fly rod builders are driven to do a sometimes tedious thing, and – once you calculate the hours and tools vs the money – do it rather cheaply.

That smacks of obsession with craft instead of obsession with money, and given my daily exposure to the marketing world – where the latter is the only accepted measure – there are times I’m happily reminded the former still exists.

I profiled Beasley on my blog years ago (Part I here, Part II here), and still own (and fish) five of his bamboo fly rods.

A James Beasley Bamboo fly rod (8.5' 5wt)

That's my 8.5' 5wt Beasley, taken on a 2.5 year-old alpine trip (click to read that story)

He wanted to know how my life as a parent was working out, and we talked about 2010, which was his slowest year since he started building full time.

That only means he worked twice as hard as a retired Methodist Minister probably should (in a typical year, he works four times harder than is smart). It also meant he finally had more time to experiment with fly rod tapers.

If you don’t know Beasley, he’s famous for his adaptation of the Paul Young Perfectionist taper – an astonishingly sweet 7.5′ 4wt rod that became so popular, at one point it represented almost 3/4 of his annual rod output.

A classic fly rod dealer still has a standing order for every Perfectionist he can build.

You’d think that kind of demand would gratify a rod builder, but Beasley – like a lot of fly rod builders – is an inveterate tinkerer; he’d rather muck about with new tapers than simply churn out copies of an existing model, so an insatiable demand for a single model isn’t the blessing you’d think it was.

In fact, he once related it was something of a drag.

Originally – on a tip from a friend in the Southeast – I called and talked to him about the Perfectionist (this was in the mid-to-late 1990s). Halfway through the call – despite my attempts to play it cool – I couldn’t take it any more and ordered a Perfectionist over the phone, breaking a rule I’d instituted after getting stuck with a few below-par rods.

When I did it, I noticed he groaned just a little.

That led to the story about the number of backorders for the Perfectionist, and the news that I’d have to wait a while for mine.

Frankly, I wasn’t sure how I was going to scrape together the money, so a little wait wasn’t a problem.

After the rod was delivered (ahead of schedule), I discovered it was actually better than the hype, which led to another series of phone calls.

One thing led to another, and on my next trip to Tennessee, I found myself in Beasley’s backyard, which is when he handed me his version of the Leonard 50DF.

I’ve been largely indifferent to the Leonard tapers, my limited experience suggesting the value of the original Leonard rods was due more to nostalgia than fishing quality.

I expected little, but distinctly remember going “ooofff” when I first cast the thing (love at first backcast), and I ordered that on the spot too.

Beasley’s rod cast beautifully (mine still does; I fished it this fall), but the choice of thread for the wraps was beyond awful, and the reel seat would have impressed only if it was a prototype can opener.

When I ordered mine, I – gracefully, I thought – insisted he wrap it with his normally elegant, sweetly restrained colors, which is when he told me the story of his Maker’s Rod; the 50DF he kept building for himself, only to have someone come by, cast the thing, and insist on buying it on the spot.

In a fit of reverse marketing, Beasley built one for himself, but wrapped it in colors so awful that no angler – even those who had fallen under the taper’s spell – could possibly buy it on the spot.

After you hear a story like that about a builder, you begin talking to him more regularly, and – because I was more interested in the rods he wanted to build than those he was churning out – went to the head of his growing waiting list when I asked him to build me an experimental 8.5′ 5wt (based on a just-postwar Orvis taper) and his interpretation of an 8.5′ 6/7wt Payne Canadian Canoe taper.

Along the way, I picked up an early Beasley that was based on a Walt Carpenter taper (a sweet 8′ 5wt with a swelled butt that was oddly marked for a 6wt), and while I haven’t bought a bamboo fly rod in several years (a kid tends to alter your priorities), I still felt that familiar pull on the phone when he described his in-progress alterations to the storied 8′ 6wt Paul Young Para 15 taper.

He was modifying the Para 15 in the same way he’d modified the Perfectionist, and while Paul Young fans will probably send me white-hot emails for suggesting it, he’d improved the Perfectionist in pretty much every way, and appeared to be turning the sometimes-clubby Para-15 into a lithe, graceful 5wt.

I had a long-term flirtation with semi-parabolic tapers like Paul Young’s, though I rarely fish them any more (in addition to Beasley’s Perfectionist, I still own rods built on Para 15 and Para 14 tapers).

They all cast wonderfully on the lawn, but perform less reliably for me on the water. It’s a poor workman who blames his tools – and the problems were clearly the product of a defective fly fisherman, not defective fly rod tapers – but when the fishing got tense, I tended to react in ways my paras didn’t appreciate.

To quote Dirty Harry, a man’s got to know his limitations, and one of mine, apparently, is casting semi-parabolic rods during hatches.

Still, I caught myself chatting on the phone while my mind calculated the number bills vs incoming cash flow, and it didn’t get any better when he mentioned his 6’8″ FE Thomas 3wt – a taper that almost everyone admits is the nicest in its class, and is probably even better when built by Beasley.

Prior to this year, a 6’8″ 3wt is a rod I’d have said I didn’t have much use for, but now I can actually see as to how I’d fish one on a regular basis, which meant temptation is once again my constant companion.

It’s also true that bamboo fly rods may come without warranties, but unlike mass-produced graphite, they often come attached to an undeniably personal history of their builder.

Beasley’s rods may arrive in the angler’s hands garnished with the story about his intentionally ugly Maker’s rod, or his dry, humor-in-slow-motion references to all the Perfectionists he’s built, or the laid-back Southern enthusiasm that shows through when he dives deeply into an explanation of a taper modification.

In the same vein, I can’t pick up a Thramer without thinking of his hovering-a-few-inches-off-the-ground energy; or fish a Raine without remembering the day he casually mentioned sinking a wad of cash into building a computer-controlled mill of his own design (I simply asked where he planned to live after the divorce).

Lately, I’ve read a few comments on the Internet suggesting that fly fishing really is all about the numbers and size of the fish you catch, a perspective foreign enough that I re-scanned the text for the “nots” or “nevers” I’d surely missed.

It may be true (which once again leaves me far from the mainstream), or it might simply be another sign of the attempted extremeification of the sport, but it’s difficult to see how much room it leaves for intangibles like tiny streams, Maker’s Rods or bamboo fly rod builders who will build you the same rod they build for everyone else, but would rather you asked them for something a little less ordinary.

See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

Snow Day On The Upper Sacramento (As In Sno BWOs Showed…)

November 20, 2010, by Tom Chandler 2 comments

The fly fishermen were there (Wayne Eng and I), rods in hand. The water was there (perfect flows). Grey, cloudy (and in this case) snowy weather showed up to.

It’s just that the bugs and trout seemingly took the weekend off.

Bamboo fly rod in the snow

Yeah, it snowed. And not just on the Raine Hollowbuilt...

More to come…

Is The Modern Bamboo Fly Rod’s Biggest Enemy The Modern Bamboo Fly Rod Buyer? (An Underground Semi-Rant)

March 26, 2010, by Tom Chandler 22 comments

If we really needed further proof that bamboo rod makers are borderline OCD sufferers technically insane, we bring you YouTube video of Chris Raine’s new computer-controlled, wholly hand-machined, completely over-the-top bamboo fly rod mill – in its first pass (at this point, it’s shaping the delrin cutting bed).

I’ve been watching this beast take shape for upwards of a year in Chris’ shop.

Frankly, I’m a little afraid of the thing; I stand in the other corner when I visit.

If you know Raine, you know he’s a lifetime member of the Anything Worth Doing is Worth Overdoing School of Insane Behavior, and this is only the latest manifestation.

It’s likely his bamboo rod mill and a handful of cockroaches would be the only thing in Dunsmuir to survive a direct tactical nuclear strike, and yet I’ve heard him state – without a hint of irony – that he’d really like to beef the thing up.

How do you “beef up” something already more massive than a woolly mammoth?

Raine’s continuing to build fly rods the “old fashioned way” (and teach classes) while he puts the finishing touches on The Beast, though he’s also building some new style binder that looks like it was stolen from the drive train of an Abrams tank.

(Crazy, it seems, tends to spread quickly over the whole shop.)

The impetus for this rant was an email suggesting a bamboo rod built on a mill wasn’t a “real” bamboo fly rod at all.

If it wasn’t hand planed, then it just wasn’t real.

Hand-planing a rod offers satisfaction and a pleasing connection with the bamboo, but even those that like the process will admit it’s hard work and the BFI part of the job (brute force and ignorance).

And yes, the time invested in hand planing a rod makes it hard to experiment with new rod tapers.

And before anybody chimes in to champion the concept of “nostalgia” or “tradition” in connection with hand-planed rods, I’d like to say that almost all the old bamboo rods – including the vaunted Paynes, Leonards, etc – were built on mills of some sort.

I wouldn’t hesitate to buy a modern fly rod tapered on a mill, though plenty of bamboo snobs have expressed reservations about that.

It’s one of the things that leads me to believe the bamboo fly rod world’s biggest enemies are some of the people in the bamboo fly rod world – people who would rather we worshiped bamboo fly rods instead of fished them.

After all, I’ve seen bamboo rod builders – including Jimmy Reams, whose fly rods should be shot into space so aliens will mistakenly believe we’re a tasteful, elegant species – accused of “not being ‘real’ bamboo rod builders” because they don’t fab their own ferrules or reel seats.

That’s like suggesting I’m not a “real” writer because I didn’t code my text processor (Komodo Edit).

The case for “real” lies in the words or the fly rods, not in the tools, and while fly fishermen have a deserved reputation for being insufferable snots (me included), reality probably really has to kick in at some point.

I could also rant on about those who insist a bamboo rod isn’t really a bamboo rod if its wraps are nylon instead of silk; its guides are ceramic instead of agate; or the rod bag wasn’t sewn by a virgin (a hard thing in California).

But I won’t.

I will, however, offer a rare celebrity endorsement of my position; in an interview with John Gierach, he told me he still fishes bamboo about 85% of the time, but has drifted away from the bamboo rod scene largely because of the people who populate it.

“I’d go to a gathering and see these guys bragging about their $3000 fly rods, but I couldn’t help but notice most couldn’t actually cast the things, let alone fish them.”

Frankly, I’d love to see a machine-planed fly rod brand created in the image of Bill Phillipson’s rods – excellent fishing tools that didn’t cost the arm you cast them with.

Given the high-dollar prices charged for mass-produced graphite, I wonder if the time isn’t right for a new mass-produced bamboo rod. After all, almost nothing fishes smaller streams better than bamboo, and enough people are fishing small streams that I’m using psuedonyms instead of stream names.

It’s likely that investment in machinery would never be repaid, but if you can’t wish for the impossible, well hell – there’s little reason to write your own fly fishing blog.

Viva the Modern Bamboo Fly Rod – no matter how it’s built.

The Dance of The Fly Fishing Geeks

January 11, 2010, by Tom Chandler 12 comments

When your friends are mostly fly fishermen (some of whom fall squarely into the “obsessed fly fishermen” category), you tend to receive a few strange phone calls and even some oddly shaped packages.

The other day, bamboo rod maker Chris Raine called, and there was an edge in his voice suggesting a winning lottery ticket.

Instead, Raine flew into a fast-paced discussion about ferrules for his hollowbuilt quad bamboo fly rods, a subject which has caused him considerable angst over the years (bamboo rod builders do angst pretty well – almost as well as your average teenager).

Metal ferrules for bamboo fly rods are pulled from round tubing, and attaching the round ferrule to a square rod presents some problems to the quad builder.

Some builders simply knock down the corners of the blank and leave gaps across the flats of the rod, a method Raine views with some disdain.

Others try to square the round tubing by hand and fit it over the rod blank, which Raine used to do, but found so time-consuming that the search for a faster, high-precision method was launched (Raine’s good at launching these kinds of searches).

Just the other day, he squished, formed and whatever-ed his first several pairs.

That’s the kind of fly fishing-related moment that demands a phone call to a friend, even though that friend may or may not understand what the hell the bamboo rod builder is talking about.

The same applies to Dave Roberts (my Rogue guide friend who survived three combat tours in Vietnam yet recently had his ankle broken by an armload of firewood).

He’s laid up in his fly tying room – ankle elevated – and he had that same edge in his voice when he called to talk about a new March Brown emerger pattern he’d whipped up. (No, I don’t know how he ties while keeping his ankle elevated. Ask him.)

It’s important to note that Roberts has already created a dozen different March Brown emerger patterns, all of which work perfectly fine, yet the idea of standing pat – and tying a dozen of one of his “old” patterns – doesn’t exactly jump start him in the morning.

This holds true pretty much across the board.

Wayne Eng calls when he’s stumbled on some bizarre new method for catching trout (the old ways simply aren’t challenging enough).

Ian Rutter generally rings me to make the long-distance guide equivalent of a high five, and [name redacted] sends a celebratory email when he’s found a new piece of river to fish illegally or one of a select list of old fly rods to fish it.

And that’s ignoring the oddly shaped packages that arrive courtesy of fly tying materials superfreak freak Singlebarbed.

And I suppose that – at the far edge of improbability – there’s a chance I’ve called and force-fed them news of a great day on a small stream or the completion of an especially worthwhile piece of writing.

In other words, we’re all fly fishing geeks, and the damnedest things trigger high-octane phone calls or visits from the postman, and at times, you wonder what this might look like to normal people.

And while we’re all fly fishermen, each of my friends seems to have specialized in their own obscure corner of an already obscure sport. I write, Raine builds, Roberts ties, Singlebarbed frightens the rest of us, Ian & Charity are making a living, Wayne’s trying to stay awake…

You get the picture.

In another sense, it’s a nice illustration of a group of organisms filling niches in a micro-ecosystem – much the same way bugs and trout and other goodies fill the available niches on a stream.

Of course, there’s a major difference between us and them; fly fishermen are endlessly engaged in making the simple seem complex while bugs and fish are interested in things only at their most basic level.

And why not? We practice sport, but trout practice survival.

That suggests two things.

First, fly fishermen are weird.

And second, the path to real success as a fly fisherman doesn’t necessarily involve increasing levels of complexity (more flies and gear). Instead, what we’re really looking for is a predator’s simple approach, balanced by the understanding that pouring a drum of Clorox into the water is a little too simple – and uninteresting.

See you on the river,
Tom Chandler

Fly Fishing the Upper Sac’s BWO Hatch (or, Are Trout Capable of Deceit and Revenge?)

December 13, 2009, by Tom Chandler 6 comments

You can’t ascribe human terms like “revenge” or even “manipulative bastards” to trout, but you damn sure can experience those feelings when you’re fishing for them.

One day you arrive late in the hatch and the trout show themselves just long enough to let you know they’re down there, but they stop eating even as the blue-winged olives continue to float by.

Wayne Eng contemplates vengeful trout on the Upper Sacramento

Wayne Eng contemplates vengeful trout on the Upper Sacramento

“Too late” you think, and the next day you head back (only much earlier), and you and your friends catch the exact same number of fish as the prior day, and this despite experiencing the entire BWO hatch instead of just 20 minutes of it.

As you stand there in water that is only barely liquid (water temps at the Upper Sac’s Delta gauge registered 36 degrees that morning), it’s not hard to think you threw the trout off balance for a few minutes by showing up early, but they recovered quickly and sulked on the bottom.

The result?

Day One Party Wide Trout Count: 3
Day Two Party Wide Trout Count: 3

In what has come to be a regular occurrence, the BWOs of “deep” winter are actually larger than those that hatch in the fall. The early bugs are #20s and #22s, but the bugs now look like perfect 18s, though some have much larger wings (I’m told the females have bigger wings).

Raine picked this cripple out of the film. Poor cripple...

Raine picked this cripple out of the film. Poor cripple...

With air temps hovering around the water temperature, fly fishing the Upper Sacramento would normally offer fly fishermen few chances at trout but excellent odds on frost bite, but through the miracle of modern gear, I was a toasy, happy camper the whole day.

Yes, it rained. Yes the BWOs are now a size 18. Yes, I was warm.

Yes, it rained. Yes the BWOs are now a size 18. Yes, I was warm.

Last year I became a convert to the fly fishing soft shell, a remarkably lightweight jacket that’s achieved widespread acceptance among mountaineering and active types for its ability to keep the wearer dry even during high-output activities.

It’s an ideal choice for many situations, but this, my cold-weather Undergrounders, wasn’t one of them.

In truth, something warmer was called for – a Patagonia Micro-Puff jacket I got last year, but rarely wore on account of it being a little too warm.

The last week – with us experiencing temperatures in the low single digits and my time on the river making a weekend in a deep freeze seem tropical by comparison – I hauled it out, and was happy I did.

Lightweight, water resistant and damned warm, I’d marry it if I wasn’t already married (and let’s face it, the relationship would fall apart in the summer), but in terms of keeping me warm on the river, it was perfect – even to the point of being compressible and light enough to stuff in a vest back pocket.

It's winter - time to break out the prototype Raine quad hollowbuilt

It's winter - time to break out the prototype Raine quad hollowbuilt

As for fly rods, it’s oddly true that fishing tiny bugs on tiny tippet on the Upper Sacramento in the winter demands more rod than you might imagine.

A three weight sounds like the right piece of equipment, but the trout on this particular stretch are wary, and you regularly find yourself laying out long leaders and long casts, and my mainstay in the winter has been a strong 8.5′ 5wt, in this case a prototype Raine hollowbuilt quad that he loaned me for testing and forget to take back.

Let's Raine's not reading this...

Let's hope Raine's not reading this...

Whenever I fish it and he’s around, I cringe, wondering if he’s going to remember and ask for it back. It’s not as if I don’t have other rods capable of doing the same job, but again, this one works real well, and only a fool would give that up.

At some point, you tend to settle in with the gear that works for you – and I’ve been that way roughly since I moved up here more than a decade ago – but every once in a while, you check out the new stuff and see if the state of the art has advanced (instead of the state of the industry’s marketing), and in the jacket world, it appears it has.

That’s coming from a guy who still mostly fishes bamboo and fiberglass fly rods, which suggests I’m a lot more interested in staying warm than I am in generating high line speeds. (Of the two, I know which is most useful on my river.)

Still, in the end, fly fishing the Upper Sacramento in the winter isn’t about gear or even catching a lot of trout.

It’s about practicing a sport in conditions where hope is your biggest ally, and the trout and the bugs often act like they’re out to drive you mad.

See you on the river, Tom Chandler.

I could pretend I went for the painted effect, but the pic just wasn't that sharp...

I could pretend I went for the painted effect, but the pic just wasn't that sharp...

Closing Day Approaches; I Whine About Looming Fly Fishing Choices

November 11, 2009, by Tom Chandler 1 comment

It’s Day 77 of the Underground’s Home Hostage Crisis, and no, it hasn’t escaped the Underground’s notice that if he can hit a tiny, fast-moving clay disk with a shotgun, a fleeing contractor wouldn’t offer much challenge.

Just saying is all.

Fortunately, the L&T and I managed to liberate small parts of our home from the grasp of the slow-moving insurgents, and the end may yet be in sight, though with even the absolutely, positively, drop-dead deadlines slipping away, it doesn’t always feel like it.

Of course, this blog isn’t about home-based acts of remodeling terrorism.

It’s about fly fishing, and with California’s general trout season closing soon, I’m abandoning my newly expanded (and largely sleep-deprived) family for a few hours in favor of a trout stream.

Where Do You Go When You Can Only Go One Place?

As closing day looms, fly fishermen tend to panic, though with many of California’s rivers now open to C&R fly fishing year-round, closing season no longer means putting people like Wayne Eng on suicide watch.

Before Chris Raine almost single-handedly got the Upper Sac’s season extended, you could actually watch Wayne grow more disconsolate as the closer neared.

One year I even brought a battery powered fishing game to Wayne & Myrna’s end-of-the-season party – a desperate attempt to stem the black tide that engulfed Wayne after the close, where he could only look at the river running by his front door.

It was useless of course – like handing a pack of cigarettes to a heroin addict – but it was either that or encourage Wayne to engage in highly illegal acts of fly fishing.

Fortunately, local fly fishing life has improved the last five years, though realizing that most the other local rivers (and all the small streams) are closing soon is still a bit of a rabbit punch to the groin.

It’s as if fly fishermen are faced with their own version of that old question: “If your home was on fire, which thing would you save first?”

Only for us, it’s “If the season’s closing soon, which body of water do you fish last?”

For me – and for reasons I can’t even begin to explain – it’s going to be a small stream.

Stream Y, in fact.

The Forecast: Trout, Followed by Rain

The weather forecast allows as to how I’ll probably see a little rain, and given the altitude and proximity to the mountain, it’s likely temperatures won’t even reach the 40-degree mark.

That, Undergrounders, sounds like perfect soft shell weather, and after this trip, I may be forced to write an addendum to my previous soft shell equipment reviews, where I largely gushed about this embraced-by-mountaineers-and-outdoor-geeks technology.

Since I published that review, I’ve tested the Patagonia “Insulator” soft shell in a steady (and very cold) rain, and discovered it’s not waterproof – but it is waterproof enough to hold up for three hours or so before I noticed any dampness.

And yes, even when it got damp, it stayed fairly warm.

Would I wear it all day in a driving rainstorm? Not on a cold day, I wouldn’t.

But more after the trip, which because it’s a special occasion, will probably see me wielding a bamboo fly rod.

Orvis Fishing Reports

2009 Great Western Bamboo Rod Makers Gathering October 30, 31

September 25, 2009, by Tom Chandler 2 comments

Local bamboo fly rod builder Chris Raine is holding yet another Great Western Bamboo Rod Makers Gathering, and if your tastes run to bamboo fly rods, smoked ribs and crowds of cranky, badly-in-need-of-fiber bamboo fly rod builders, then you know where you’ll be on October 30, 31.

This, Undergrounders, is your chance to fondle, cast, and fall in love with a bamboo fly rod you can’t possibly afford, and that you do so against the backdrop of the October Caddis hatch should make for a few interesting discussions around the dinner table (but honey, all the other guys are doing it…).

Test casting a bamboo fly rod at a previous Gathering (this ain't Raine)

Test casting a bamboo fly rod at a previous Great Western Gathering

In his typically flowery, detailed writing style, Raine gets the details down (Chris, we love ya, but try using an adjective every once in a while):

Save this date:  October 30 and 31.  Friday night at Raine Hollowbuilt Fly Rods.  Saturday morning at the Community Building next to the Ball Field.  Saturday evening at the Lions Club, next door to the Community Building.

Friday evening will be smoked ribs and chicken, along with some beans.

Saturday meals will be on your own.  Coffee and pastries in the AM.

No notice posted yet on Raine’s rod building blog, but expect something soon.

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