Saturday, March 30, 2013
"This Place Still Sucks"
Earlier at work a coworker of Chul's told him to avoid that lake. We should have listened to him. The lake is located right next door to Raging Waters but the only thing raging yesterday was our tempers. After having spent over 45 minutes driving around the lake making a entire loop before finding the appropriate place to launch the pram all the while running into staff members that were less than helpful, we finally launched the boat. Stressed and pissed from all the headaches, we finally made it to the water, we fly fish to relieve stress not induce it. Not a good start. Casts after lousy casts we would occasionally get a strike in the most inopportune time missing fish when they chose to strike. After hours of wind pushing us around, we made it to a protective cove that allowed us to make a decent drift.
Chul tied on a gurgler popper and I suggested we move to a submerged tree. After a cast or two I heard some splashing so I turned my head and saw Chul on a bass. I helped land his fish and then weighed him on the boga. At just under 2 pounds, this female was ready to burst with her fat belly. She had inhaled the fly deep, but thankfully the fish was unharmed. After releasing her I tied a fly pattern from Japan, the Floating Minnow Fly, that Koji gave me last summer on my 150 grain line. I lost a bass on my first cast with this setup and another on my third before it was time to get the boat out of the water.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Quit Your Carping!
Video From Yesterday's MVL Outing
Video from yesterday. Unfortunately the most interesting part of the whole thing is the 70's porno-style Star Wars music I added to it.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
MVL A Different Experience Than The Last
|Biggest stocker of the day|
|The Highlight Of The Day|
|Another Stocker with no dorsal fin. Where's all the bass?|
Monday, March 25, 2013
Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Not My Month
Dirk Diggler and just as big. He got off somehow after I exposed his side. This month I've been losing way too many good fish...
|That doesn't smell like mud...|
The One (Of Two) That Got Away
|Should be me holding that damn fish!|
|The proof- San Juan Worm that I mocked before stealing from Chul and tying it on.|
Saturday, March 23, 2013
So Many Watches, So Little Time...Watchbuys Roadshow LA 2013
|One of many reasons why I hate LA.|
|A nice little door gift.|
This year's show is in Century City and as much as I hate driving in LA I signed up. Getting to the show was a hassle there was traffic on every freeway going into LA. I arrive a bit late but Tim was there to show me to their room. On display were most of their line. We were privy to a new watch exclusive to Watchbuys. Rob showed us a one of a kind series from Jochen Benzinger. Known for being one of, if not the best watch engravers, Jochen scours watch auctions in search of vintage movements buys them and modifies them for his watches. His new series is the BenzingerONE (only one watch will be made). We were shown the first of the one of a kind series. Made from one of the finest vintage Vacheron Constantin movements, it was (its no longer produced) Vacheron's answer to the turbillion movement.
I'm a big fan of Sinn watches. I used to travel quite a bit so I have a soft spot for multi-time zone watches and I wanted to check out the Sinn 6090 Frankfurt but the 6100 Regulateur Technik caught my eye.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Sierras Trip Videos
Stay Tuned MVL Bass Next....
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Breaking The Mark At Misson Viejo Lake
I'm hardly ever wrong (yeah right) but I can say I ate a big shit burger today. MVL was absolutely stellar perhaps one of our best. Chul was the first to hook up with a 2 pound bass. After a few casts I was on one about a pound and a half to three quarters. Never could I break the 2.5 pound mark on largemouth bass until today, kind of. I danced my fly near a submerged tire and was hooked on a monster bass. I managed to get it to the boat before shaking off. While I didn't get a photo of it I did get it on the headcam. We estimate it to be 4.5 to 5 pounds. Like always I fished my favorite 5 weight T&T Helix saltwater version and it was bent to the cork.
Off topic now, while in this cove a mother and son were on their floating deck not far from us. They were close enough that I could hear what they were saying. She picked up the phone as it rang and I heard her say that her father was dead. Distraught she yelled out crying. It was a sad scene but what made it more sad, as I watch this poor woman weep, was that her shitbag-skater-punk-dressed-in-all black kid do absolutely nothing but text on his cell phone. Nothing. Nothing to comfort her or put an arm around her. Nothing. I wanted to go over there and punch him in the face. We stayed at that cove long enough to see her eldest son come out and as she wept he at least had the common decency to give her a hug and console her. What the hell is wrong with kids today!?! It is no wonder there are so many mass shooting in America. Kids today have no compassion or even the decency to try and calm their own mother down after tragic news.
Nebraska Tailwalkers. We fished closer in the shallows and drifted down hoping for more bass. I got a bump and had a fish momentarily. The next cast or so I got hit again this time I had him on. It was one of those stockers. These fish do not quit. I talked shit on Chul for over a year for wanting to fish these trout and here I am laughing and giddy as this trout swam around the boat. I can say these stock trout are fun (never taught I'd ever say that). The fish was full finned and although the photo may not show it was nicely colored. I'm used to CA DFW hatchery trout that look half dead when you catch them. Since you are supposed to keep the trout in this lake, I did and according to Chul are great table fare (unlike the DFW ones). It should be nice in the frying pan.
The fishing ended for the most part, not bad for couple hours on the water. Afterwards we headed northbound for our homes not before stopping for some Chinese food at Chef Chen's in Irvine. The fish and preserved vegetable soup, Chinese beef roll pancakes and Kung Pao chicken hit the spot and filled our growling stomachs since neither one of us ate anything all day.
Final Day- March 18
|Chul reriging his nymph rod|
When we awoke in the morning Chul and I left Erica at the motel to sleep in as we got breakfast before hitting the water. Once we saw the water we could tell that the water was now off color from runoff. And once we crossed the river we knew it definitely was higher than the last time we hit it with Ed. Chul took the seam across the parking lot and within a few cast he was on a beast only to pop off. I moved to the area that I saw the pikeminnows on the last outing. Crossing the water was tough and I was surprised I didn't fall again. I spent the next few hours casting blindly as I could no longer see fish beyond a couple feet. I did see a monster pikeminnow spook in the shallows while I was wading upstream. After about an hour Chul left me there to pick up Erica.
When he arrived I was frustrated as I was fixing my leader as I had broken off once again. Chul tried the seam once again without any luck. they eventually reached me and Chul asked if I wanted his dry fly rod as it was reaching noon and a hatch was possible. I accepted as he move upstream to guide Erica on a fish as she was skunked so far on the trip. He took her to the hole we caught fish the last trip as the two hole were right next to each other.
They returned and Erica had missed her chance. Chul said he missed a pikeminnow because he was located above on a boulder and had an awkward drift. We moved back to town for lunch and waited for the water to heat up with the sun.
After lunch we headed to the area we fished on the trip with Tuck and Joseph where I caught my first sucker. They moved downstream as I fished a few holes without any success. I moved down toward them and watched as Chul worked a huge plunge pool. He managed to pull out his first sucker out of that hole.
I moved downstream fishing huge plunge pools without any luck. Throughout this process I kept breaking off on submerged structure. It would be the theme of the week. After fishing several pools downstream I gave up and started my way to the truck. Chul and Erica had the same idea and popped out onto the road in front of me. We reached the truck and decided to hit our "honey" hole.
Once we got there Erica was given the choice of where she wanted to fish. After only a few casts she managed a small trout. I took the head of the pool and lost two very nice fish. One actually was strong enough to run upstream. That fish put a serious bend on my rod and gave my forearm quite a workout. He gave the hole some more drifts before giving in and heading home. Another skunk.
Although the four day trip was tough and we only averaged about a trout a day, I did have a good time. Even though these are "fishing" trips, most of the memories were made at the campfire trying to entertain one another by telling tall tales or trying to make the others laugh. It's just too bad we were minus two clowns that should have been sharing our campsite.
|An Unwelcome Kiwi Import|
|Mayfly Swimmer Nymph|
|Mayfly Nymph Crawler|
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Day Three- Washing Off The Skunk, March 17
It seemed like forever to get off that mountain and even longer to reach the freeway. After sometime on the road we decided to stop in one of the closest town for lunch. Exhausted we were in no mood for any crowded or loud places to eat. Our first stop was exactly that and even though we were next in line, and after the front counters incompetence we decided to find another place to eat. We found another that was calm and quiet. After eating we felt better and made it back to the road.
Upon reaching our destination, we were debating whether to camp or just get a motel room. We opted to camp but after driving around looking for a campground, we choose a room instead. Needing a shower, it was a good choice. I was in no mood to cook so we looked for a restaurant and ate out. Afterwards we hit the sack and I slept like baby despite Chul's snoring.