The list of things that keep us away from fishing is a long one; work, distance, family, etc. One that's not often on that list is "stupid leg injury due to running," but there it is in black and white. Gimpiness meant I didn't hit the Upper Sac yesterday evening, but (with enough ice and aspirin) it's looking better for tonight. As always, you'll be the second to know.
Dave Roberts called to let me know he saw very few stoneflies on the Rogue yesterday, but he basically couldn't keep the trout off the fly. Now there's a problem for you. (Readers should write to share their sympathies for Dave, and to tell us how you deal with this difficult problem.)
Upper Sac flows have just nudged under 2000. They've come down significantly lately, and I know that lower tribs have really settled down, so I'm not expecting miracles when I check the upper reaches of the river. Still, 2,000 beats 3,000, and we're headed in the right direction.
Monday Underground Entertainment?
Some good pictures of a big, brown fish from Carp on the Fly, and some nice trout artwork from Japan via the often-updated Yellowstone Fly Fishing Blog. There's also another nice report from Urban Fly Fishing the Kelvin (complete with the dreamy landscape pictures he always produces), and finally, another odd entry from our Overseas (and out of his head) Correspondent TeeRex, who completes his search for carp fishing and slaw dogs in the bars and dives of Shanghai. It's not pretty reading, but damnit, it's journalism, so here it is:
I completed my investigation of Slee Zee Chen's; no fish there, not even in the slaw dawgs. Which, by the way, I taught the short-order chef how to make. (He was about 4 ft 9 inches tall, so he is For Sure a short order chef. Get it? Geez, I crack me up.) He had to substitute chicken's feet and pig's snout for the toob steak, and shredded daikon radish and bok choy for the slaw, but with enough chili oil and soy sauce it tasted about the same as a slaw dawg. If you'd had enough beer, that is. I'd send a picture, but I didn't want to completely destroy your readership.
See you on the Upper Sac, Tom Chandler.