| Cold and crisp air. Upper Kern River. |
Roadside fly fishing. While it's not my favorite way to fish the Kern, it was the best we could do for early season trout fishing. The whole group got together on this one. If only Bill were there, I would have been in the company of all my fly fishing buddies. Five angler's and 20 miles of the upper Kern River.
The weather had been unstable the week leading up to our proposed fishing weekend. Snow storm's hit hard along our transverse mountain range and most of the Sierra. The grapevine was momentarily closed due to iced roads and the trip was constantly in question. And our main concern was how the storm affected the river. It would have been devastating to discover milk chocolate flowing through the Kern Valley. Fortunately, the river looked healthy and flows were low.
| First wild trout of the year. A wild Kern River Rainbow. |
We spent what seemed like hours just scouting and looking for a good stretch of water to fish. We drove up and down town like a gang of gypsies in a crazy caravan. Let down by the fly shop's advice, we followed the river upstream to look for some better structure. Tuck led the way in his jeep, and I in my truck.
Once we found the promised land, we all dispersed like we were on some easter egg hunt. Erika and I stayed together and headed downstream. Most of the roadside section of the upper Kern is pocket water. I love pocket water and my favorite technique to fish pocket water is high stick nymphing. I feel that it is my deadliest arrow in my quiver when used during the right conditions. For me, the strike detection is more responsive and the drift has less drag through short rapids and runs. It wasn't long before I got into my first fish of the trip. While not a trophy by any means, it was wild and colored beautifully. Upstream, Erika was adamantly working the water. Of all the beautiful trout I have caught over the years, I have to say she is still my finest catch.
We re-grouped and without much success upstream, we moved on to a different stretch several miles upstream. This was a wise choice as it led us to the discovery of a honey hole. It is unbelievable how many quality fish we pulled out of that one hole. Simply unbelievable.
| Getting bigger |
Erika and I hiked through a thicket of willow until we stumbled upon a great looking run. It was deep with a pile of structure. I just knew we were in for a treat. I began nymphing the deep run and immediately I felt a hard take and the feisty trout was on. It was full finned and beautiful rainbow with a fat belly. After a few more drifts I connected with a straight up brute that broke off my 6x tippet in a matter of moments. Next time I better be paying attention. Erika was having no success on the dry fly and we traded rigs. I told her to take my run and I headed downstream with the dry.
| Caught on 3wt on a dry |
The sun was setting quick and temp's were dropping just as fast. Erika was fish-less and I felt pretty bad. I was determined to get her into some quality fish the next day. The rest of the evening was spent eating burritos the size of footballs at El Jacalito and beer drinking and pool at the Pine Cone Inn. It was a strange and random night to say the least.
