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.