lcpl.allan
08-25-2011, 10:27 PM
After an early morning of fishing for bass at Rucker lake and a delicious BBQ lunch lakeside we decided to head down to south yuba for some trout.
Walked onto the water at about 4:45 and started nymphing with a prince on top and bead head pheasant tail on bottom with a couple split shot below the thingamabobber. After no luck for about 30 minutes switched over to a small elk hair caddis trying to raise something from the shadows. Still, no luck.
My buddy using spinning gear I told to use one of my princes with one split shot, told him right where to cast where I saw one holding and first cast pulls himself out about an 8" brokie.
So, I ditched the dry and dead drifted a prince with bead head pheasant, next hole landed myself about a 7" brookie.
A couple more holes and a couple more brookies.
And then, it happened, the magic hour hit once the sun was below the hills and fish started sipping small mays off the surface.
Tied on a blue wing olive and was able to land a little 7-8" rainbow and raise about four more little ones, that to no avail, was unable to properly set the hook on and let them get the last laugh.
Left the water at about 8:15 after poor casting technique and too short of a back cast gave myself a nasty birds nest.
Frustrated, happy, tired, sunburt like a sundried tomato, and a little inebriated from all the beers and some bourbon, we walked back to the truck in near pitched black and hurried home since the roommate's girlfriend decided she would come over when she couldn't get ahold of him and was frustrated because no one was there to let her in.
All in all, a pretty good way to spend a day off.
Walked onto the water at about 4:45 and started nymphing with a prince on top and bead head pheasant tail on bottom with a couple split shot below the thingamabobber. After no luck for about 30 minutes switched over to a small elk hair caddis trying to raise something from the shadows. Still, no luck.
My buddy using spinning gear I told to use one of my princes with one split shot, told him right where to cast where I saw one holding and first cast pulls himself out about an 8" brokie.
So, I ditched the dry and dead drifted a prince with bead head pheasant, next hole landed myself about a 7" brookie.
A couple more holes and a couple more brookies.
And then, it happened, the magic hour hit once the sun was below the hills and fish started sipping small mays off the surface.
Tied on a blue wing olive and was able to land a little 7-8" rainbow and raise about four more little ones, that to no avail, was unable to properly set the hook on and let them get the last laugh.
Left the water at about 8:15 after poor casting technique and too short of a back cast gave myself a nasty birds nest.
Frustrated, happy, tired, sunburt like a sundried tomato, and a little inebriated from all the beers and some bourbon, we walked back to the truck in near pitched black and hurried home since the roommate's girlfriend decided she would come over when she couldn't get ahold of him and was frustrated because no one was there to let her in.
All in all, a pretty good way to spend a day off.