Thursday, April 28, 2022
Friday, April 15, 2022
|Time to Hang It Up|
Decided to check out our favorite local creek one last time before the summer heat plays havoc to the place. All I can say is the place is done. The jewel of SoCal local fishing is no longer. Foolishly the Forest Service has graded the road to allow easy access into this area. I don't understand the logic. The roadside is littered with weekend idiots who trash the place. Graffiti is on every rock. This area, for the most part, was pristine. Soon the knuckleheads that trash the lower section will migrate toward this area and in no time it'll be a shitpit like much of the LA mountains. It's already started as I've seen more tagging than before. The fishing has also declined considerably. Not one fish over 7 inches today. All were 5-7 inch range. What a sorry state. It's sad to see. It's not going to get any better either. Water levels are low and summer is just around the corner. This place is fucked.
Sunday, April 10, 2022
April 4, 2022
Friday, April 8, 2022
April 1, 2022
Not long before this outing I received a new old stock TFO FSG 3/4 glass rod and I wanted to take it out. Initially the intention was to fish the local mountains on a section of river that has been recently opened. When we arrived at the base of the hill though we were disappointed to learn that the only road into the area was closed for construction. We had come up with Plan B and only two real options existed. One Double back the way we came and fish another recently opened river or continue north and fish the area I scouted just weeks ago. I decided on the later as I planned on taking my dad to the former in a few days. So with another hour drive we headed northbound.
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
March 19, 2022
March 20, 2022
The following morning I woke up early as I usually do when camping. Much earlier than the rest of the crew. I opened the tailgate I simply sat up from my make shift bed in the rover and watched the morning develop. I watched the river for any sign of feeding activity but it was still early. Really early. Eventually we packed up camp and fished a few roadside spots before heading out. On one section I was fishing a prime nymphing lane. Although I knew there was in a fish in there I gave up the hole and told Chul to fish it as he moved up toward me. My mind was simply distracted on the Rover which was giving me suspension faults while driving the dirt road. I knew exactly what was going on and it was either going to ignore the issue or the Rover was going to shit out on me and force me to limp back to a mechanic. Chul took the run and began fishing it I on the other hand started picking up rocks looking for a March Brown nymph for my collection. I have begun collecting collecting insects something I wish I did the last time I was here when the salmonflies were present or the time I fished the cicada hatch at the Green River.
I never did collect my march brown nymph although I did get an adult dun. In addition I managed adult skwala, blue wing olive and a black caddis. All these were basically collected by chance. The skwala landed on my foot while I getting ready to hike back to the trip when it began raining the day before. The BWO landed on my finger just after catching the 18 incher. As for the march brown that guy was in my hat in the morning when I woke up. I had nearly caught one on the river the day before as one landed on the netting of my Fishpond and when I was reaching for a collection vial the wind blew it away.
On the drive out we'd have one last chance at seeing the wildflowers. While not a super bloom as we've seen in the past it definitely was worth seeing it. It wasn't nearly at its peak either. Perhaps in the next couple weeks it'll be at its prime.
The last time we came here we stopped by a taco stand on the way home and we wanted to eat it for lunch again. It took some time to find it but we finally did only to discover we got there just as they were closing. Disappointed we headed down the street to a burger stand for some slightly above average burgers.
After lunch we went our separate ways. Wanting to avoid any LA traffic I decided to stop and fish an LA mountain spot. But once I arrived I only had less than an hour of light. Besides that it was howling. Wind so hard it forces you to lean into it just to keep from tipping over. So I left the fly rod behind and started scouting it. Three years ago I fished this area and did well enough for me to consider a return on certain circumstances. At that time I saw a rather large bass surrounded by multiple bluegill. Since I was targeting creek trout I wasn't armed appropriately to fish for them but of course didn't stop me from trying though. Never got those fish but did catch several decent trout. I swore to return. I didn't get far enough this day to see if that bass survived. I debated on spending the night here to fish it in the morning but decided against it. While the fishing wasn't lights out on this trip I didn't want to taint it with a possible crummy end. So I headed home bypassing most of the weekend traffic.
Sunday, April 3, 2022
March 18, 2022
Chul called and received no answer. I left then not wanting to get stuck in LA. I'd met up with them on the road. Driving was smooth up until the Northernmost part of LA. I was dead stopped at 5:30am. I was pissed. For the next thirty minutes I'd be completely stopped waiting for the road to clear. In time it did and I saw the corpse of the burned out car that the fire department put out. I'd get over the grapevine and proceeded to wait for the two to arrive. From there we would caravan north together. We arrived at our destination at 11am and after scouted a few areas to make camp before choosing a nice one riverside. After eating lunch we took Chul's truck to the trailhead leaving behind my mine and Tim's tent to stake our claim.