Lighthawk
Weekend warrior
We know each fall we will include a dedicated trip to the East Side to admire and photograph the fall colors. Having the camper makes it so convenient.
We only took off a Friday from work, but left Thursday evening, as is our practice. We pressed on, heading south on 395 with me straining my eyes to see if there were indeed colors out there.
We like to catch a soak at Travertine after hours, when the average Joe's have left. As usual, our favorite pool was empty and we enjoyed the soak. I brought Mr. Zodi along, half full for a post soak hot shower. We bring our Zodi into the spring and heat the fresh water contents. Our new pup, Callie was a good little dog and did not rip up our camper while we left her unattended (but with factory furnace blowing on/off.
I had a plan. The plan was to fish. I had some new beta on a spot down near Rosachi Ranch where we might boondock. It worked perfectly and we had a quiet night.
The next morning I pulled on the waders and headed down to check out the river. It was a fine, crisp fall morning.
Though I wanted to throw a dry fly, I knew the better route was to use a larger streamer or nymph. Turning over a few rocks I saw large stone flies in abundance. So, I tied on a large #10 or bigger prince nymph and was immediately rewarded with a 12" 'bow. And so it went, for the next two hours.
Funny story. I got back to the camper and went to stow my fishing gear. I realized my wet fly box was missing from my vest! We're talking about sixty to eighty flies here!
Damn! I told SR I had to go back and look. I remembered tying up a double fly rig while sitting on a memorable rock along the river. Maybe there???
Walking back I realized I had covered at least half a mile of river and there were lot's of nooks. I bushwacked along the river, frustrated I couldn't directly access the river. Then finally a cow trail busted through and I pressed on to gain the river, approximately midpoint to my fishing route. Directly across the river, I could see the fly box sitting right there! Yes!!! I found my flies. Serendipity.
We tried following a route back to Bodie that I had looked up on Google Map. After steep four-wheel-low for too many miles and tight trees we decided to turn back. Our route to Masonic was not for this trip. Hard to turn back, but I did it after only one third the route. Besides that, we had a date to meet the Ted's, and later MarkBC and Ski3Pins. But first we had to return back to visit Upper Summer Meadows
We only took off a Friday from work, but left Thursday evening, as is our practice. We pressed on, heading south on 395 with me straining my eyes to see if there were indeed colors out there.
We like to catch a soak at Travertine after hours, when the average Joe's have left. As usual, our favorite pool was empty and we enjoyed the soak. I brought Mr. Zodi along, half full for a post soak hot shower. We bring our Zodi into the spring and heat the fresh water contents. Our new pup, Callie was a good little dog and did not rip up our camper while we left her unattended (but with factory furnace blowing on/off.
I had a plan. The plan was to fish. I had some new beta on a spot down near Rosachi Ranch where we might boondock. It worked perfectly and we had a quiet night.
The next morning I pulled on the waders and headed down to check out the river. It was a fine, crisp fall morning.
Though I wanted to throw a dry fly, I knew the better route was to use a larger streamer or nymph. Turning over a few rocks I saw large stone flies in abundance. So, I tied on a large #10 or bigger prince nymph and was immediately rewarded with a 12" 'bow. And so it went, for the next two hours.
Funny story. I got back to the camper and went to stow my fishing gear. I realized my wet fly box was missing from my vest! We're talking about sixty to eighty flies here!
Damn! I told SR I had to go back and look. I remembered tying up a double fly rig while sitting on a memorable rock along the river. Maybe there???
Walking back I realized I had covered at least half a mile of river and there were lot's of nooks. I bushwacked along the river, frustrated I couldn't directly access the river. Then finally a cow trail busted through and I pressed on to gain the river, approximately midpoint to my fishing route. Directly across the river, I could see the fly box sitting right there! Yes!!! I found my flies. Serendipity.
We tried following a route back to Bodie that I had looked up on Google Map. After steep four-wheel-low for too many miles and tight trees we decided to turn back. Our route to Masonic was not for this trip. Hard to turn back, but I did it after only one third the route. Besides that, we had a date to meet the Ted's, and later MarkBC and Ski3Pins. But first we had to return back to visit Upper Summer Meadows