When I say “High Country” I’m not talking about Humboldt County, I’m talking about the High Sierra. Since August temperatures in California are typically hot, the trout fishing can get unhealthy for our finned friends, with all of the water in the lower elevation streams heating up too much, I decided to go higher up into the Range of Light to get into some fish.
My first stop is a creek which sits at around 8400 feet in elevation, that has a genetically pure strain of Lahontan Cutthroat trout in its waters. The perfect stream for a tenkara rod.
The fishing was really solid, even better than the last time I was fished here, so it appears that the fishery is healthy and doing well. Nothing huge, given the size of the stream, but the numbers more than made up for it. Here are a couple of examples:
I like the spotting pattern on the outer rim of his eye.
I headed to even higher elevations in my rig, spent the night and awoke the next day to this glorious sunrise.
I hiked into a lake that I have fished before and I’ve caught plenty of golden trout. Unfortunately, this time was a different story.
The fish were gently sipping what appeared to be midges on the surface, but they weren’t having anything that I threw at them. I tried every fly pattern I could think of: midges (practically every pattern I had), callibaetis, attractors, terrestrials, wet flies, dry flies, smaller flies, larger flies, smaller tippet, no tippet ring, with a tippet ring, etc. I eventually went with a big splashy grasshopper pattern (as there were several flying around once it warmed up a bit) and finally a big streamer on a sink tip line. Nothing. The water was clear and usually still and I could usually see my offerings looked at and rejected by the trout, they’d swim up to it and turn away, or perhaps poke it with their nose, but no strikes. I endured this for four hours until I finally gave up and bailed. Mystery not solved this time.
I retreated back to my camp to wallow in my skunk and reflect on what I could have done differently. Bottom line: it was a good to get up into the high country and cast to rising fish and enjoy the serenity and solitude before having to descend back to the heat of the lower elevations and the civilization that dwells there.
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