flyfishnevada
07-23-2010, 04:48 PM
I have been lurking around, posting a few times, but as way of contributing to the forums, I decided to mirror my blog posts here. Hope you enjoy!
A short report. Why? Well, because we got skunked and skunked hard. Maybe it was all the bad things I said about fellow Virginia Lakers last week. I doubt it. We didn't see another fly fisher catch anything either. There weren't as many fisherman this week, so maybe that place is having a case of the summer doldrums. Who knows?
Anyway, my sons, Henry and Owen, and I arrived about 7:45 am and were fishing by 8:00. Just like last week we saw fish rising sporadically. We worked our way around the lake counter clockwise. Owen and I were together most of the time and Henry was off on his own. Teenagers!! Owen and I both got strikes from a couple small fish by the inlet from Blue Lake, but nothing else. I then decided there had to be better fishing somewhere and instead of Blue, this time I choose Red. Kind of like The Matrix, but without all the cool, black clothes and designer sunglasses.
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2542.jpg
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2538.jpg
As I was cruising around Virginia, I reached across my vest to grab something and as I brought my hand back something bit me! WTF! I looked at my hand and I was bleeding. Then I remembers the small pliers whose pointy jaws I had seen last week protruding from a pocket on my vest. I had jammed one of the points into my hand. So, like the mature adult I am (just ask my wife), I yanked them out of the pocket, said a few choice four letter words, as if they could hear me, and then threw them into the lake. They now rest in about 30 feet of water just off the boat ramp. If you find them, you can keep them.
We worked our way across the lake to the south side and made landfall, then hiked the torturous 5 minutes to Red Lake. Figuring those little buggers in there would be biting. No way! they were in a funk just like in Virginia. All together we fished for about 4 1/2 hours, not counting the time I spent untying the kids casting knots and tying on new leaders and flies. I always thought being a fishing guide would be fun, but now I am rethinking that.
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2547.jpg
Other than the guy who's car alarm went off...twice (Really? It's not Compton. No one is going to steal your rims, dude), it was a nice quiet day. Especially considering the lack of fish splashing at the end of our lines. I think we will find another spot to go next time and leave Virginia alone until the fall.
Sorry, no fish porn this week, but there are some nice pics of the scenery on my blog. Just click the link in my signature. I'm not selling anything, don't have any ads and I don't get anything from your visit except the satisfaction from people reading what I write.
A short report. Why? Well, because we got skunked and skunked hard. Maybe it was all the bad things I said about fellow Virginia Lakers last week. I doubt it. We didn't see another fly fisher catch anything either. There weren't as many fisherman this week, so maybe that place is having a case of the summer doldrums. Who knows?
Anyway, my sons, Henry and Owen, and I arrived about 7:45 am and were fishing by 8:00. Just like last week we saw fish rising sporadically. We worked our way around the lake counter clockwise. Owen and I were together most of the time and Henry was off on his own. Teenagers!! Owen and I both got strikes from a couple small fish by the inlet from Blue Lake, but nothing else. I then decided there had to be better fishing somewhere and instead of Blue, this time I choose Red. Kind of like The Matrix, but without all the cool, black clothes and designer sunglasses.
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2542.jpg
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2538.jpg
As I was cruising around Virginia, I reached across my vest to grab something and as I brought my hand back something bit me! WTF! I looked at my hand and I was bleeding. Then I remembers the small pliers whose pointy jaws I had seen last week protruding from a pocket on my vest. I had jammed one of the points into my hand. So, like the mature adult I am (just ask my wife), I yanked them out of the pocket, said a few choice four letter words, as if they could hear me, and then threw them into the lake. They now rest in about 30 feet of water just off the boat ramp. If you find them, you can keep them.
We worked our way across the lake to the south side and made landfall, then hiked the torturous 5 minutes to Red Lake. Figuring those little buggers in there would be biting. No way! they were in a funk just like in Virginia. All together we fished for about 4 1/2 hours, not counting the time I spent untying the kids casting knots and tying on new leaders and flies. I always thought being a fishing guide would be fun, but now I am rethinking that.
http://flyfishnevada.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/img_2547.jpg
Other than the guy who's car alarm went off...twice (Really? It's not Compton. No one is going to steal your rims, dude), it was a nice quiet day. Especially considering the lack of fish splashing at the end of our lines. I think we will find another spot to go next time and leave Virginia alone until the fall.
Sorry, no fish porn this week, but there are some nice pics of the scenery on my blog. Just click the link in my signature. I'm not selling anything, don't have any ads and I don't get anything from your visit except the satisfaction from people reading what I write.