A while ago Chul fished this water and managed a few fish up to 10 inchers. Once he was told there were larger fish upstream he was eager to return. With high expectations, he made his return today bringing me along. Without getting into his personal life, Chul had a rough week and needing some respite from it, we fished, unfortunately his bad luck seemed to follow him here to the stream. The lower portion typical of SoCal streams was crowded with a combination of swimmers, spin fishermen, knuckleheads, and the like. So we hiked past them bypassing some rather promising looking large pools. We began fishing once we felt we weren’t going to be disturbed by others.
|Chul Taking a dive to avoid a huge rattlesnake
|Were these rattlesnake eggs? We did not want to find out.
After eating in a snake free area we began fishing again. The fish were starting to get bigger but none reaching the sizes we were hoping for. I'm always impressed with the beauty of our local fish. Some even have a golden trout look to them, while others are extremely dark and some in between. It was 3:30 when we made the plan to fish until 4 before heading back. When 4pm arrived we said screw it and continued to fish moving onward, still curious whether there really is a 14 inchers in here. We continued and Chul spooked the only 14incher we saw. We continued to fish until the stream basically turned into a trickle and started to head back. I saw what appeared to be a trail and took the dry route. We soon noticed that it was a littered with huge bear scat and that’s when we noticed its track. This guy was huge. We were in his living room and got the hell out of there and back into the water. There was no trail so we had to hike down the whole way via the stream. It was slow and agonizing trying to get out of there. We were beat, beaten up and it appeared that we were wading in a loop. It seemed like every bend, every, straightaway, every fallen log looked the same. It was never ending. It took us 2.5 hours to get off that mountain.
When we were finally in eye sight of the parking lot, our spirits began to rise; we were ready to get the hell out of there. Once we reached the truck Chul hit the button one his car alarm. Nothing. Oh great. Typical. I told him, at least with my brother’s car, if you just use the key to open the door it will turn off the alarm. Well Chul’s Nissan is not like my brother
. Once he unlocked the truck and opened the door the alarm blazed. We took the key alarm apart and tried to dry the internals all the while the alarm is echoing the canyon. We were there in the parking lot for at least 45 minutes until Chul was able to MacGuyver the alarm by scraping some corrosion off the diode. Thank god. We got the hell out of there, promising never to return. We laughed at all of the misfortune Chul has had lately. At least he can laugh at it, I guess that is all you can do without going insane. Toyota
We made it back to Chul’s house beaten and bruised then after picking up his spare alarm key we had a late dinner at Oijima. The food was great but we were so hungry and tired that anything would have taste good. We started with fried tofu and beef sashimi. Chul had katsu curry and I tempura udon.