The parade of brook trout continues on the Upper Sacramento; after Chris Raine and I each caught one, last night Dave Roberts stepped up to the plate with his own dry-fly brookie.
"Vampire Alien Brookies Invade the Upper Sac!" I'm optioning the movie rights...Their origin isn't really that mysterious - they likely washed over (or through) Lake Siskiyou dam during last winter's high flows, and now live in a river that isn't exactly their ancestral home, but is still recognizably a trout river.
Catching one on the Upper Sac is an odd, odd moment, and sharing it with a longtime friend (who was also my best man) turned a cool moment into a special one.
Dave and I were buddies even before I moved to the Upper Sac, and we've stayed great friends. We both fish bamboo, and while we nymph when forced to, we typically will jump through hoops to make it work with dry flies. The textbook definition of fishing buddies.
2/3 of a Grand Slam? Unfortunately, Dave didn't get a brown to match his brookie and rainbow, so the Upper Sac Grand Slam escaped him. I landed a handful, and my last fish of the evening was a 17" brown (I'm pretty sure I caught this one last week). It was a nice cap to the evening, which was good, but not as wildly successful as recent trips.
I managed to hook and then lose five good fish in succession before landing the brown (and deciding to leave on a high note), so the big brown helped move the experience from a "frustrating" one to a "frustrating but ultimately successful" one. Subtle, but significant...
I know. Another boring Upper Sac picture - one without nude women or huge fish. What am I thinking?I fished Raine's 8'3" Spring Creek Special with the appropriate 4wt line, and spent most of the evening throwing variations on a BWO. All the recent fishing has largely emptied my fly box, and I resorted to a #18 PED parachute with strong olive overtones.
It delivered bites (including the five I farmed and the 17" brown), but I'd better get back to the fly tying bench soon. Or hope all the local trout go colorblind. See you at the HMH vise, Tom Chandler.