By next weekend, the Upper Sac will likely fall below 1000 cfs (Brian; you were only one week off...). Those aren't the most comfortable flows you've ever fished, but they're plenty fishable. Hatches are spotty; a smorgasboard one night and dead the next. But what do you care? You're rugged and courageous - a mans' man who isn't afraid of a dead hatch, dicey wading or a riverine environment packed with bears, rattlesnakes and infectious disease.
It's not as if you don't face worse on your morning commute.
Yet another picture of Wayne Eng fly fishing the Upper Sac (from Thursday's trip).The Raine Road Trip ContinuesOur intrepid Lewis Clark lookalikes are hopefully much better at catching fish than they are at explaining where they are; this morning I got a "through-the-looking-glass" photo of a dirt road with a cryptic message that they'd driven 31 miles of County Road A2 with the trailer, and yeah - it was bumpy as hell. Hey guys: I appreciate the suffering (from the plush cab of an air-conditioned Ford diesel pickup) and all, but the fishing, what about the fishing...?
County Road A2. I have no idea what else to say. [Jack Raine photo]See you on the river (soon). Tom Chandler.