trout and the fishy waddles

A throwback title to a teenage time when fishing Knights Ferry below the Sonora foothills was all that mattered and discussing Monty Python with my buddy Jeremy was THE conversation.
Sitting on boulders watching the eddyies in the river swirl as we waited for the trout to take the red eggs presented on our lines provided ample time for silly conversation. Trout and the Fishy Waddles was to be our band (would have helped if we were musical) but truth be told it wasn't to be about the music, it was about an idea that would have been epic with marionettes and a local cable access show, but as is with most pipe dreams they float away in the ethereal essence of silly ideas and quick passing passions...

Ok I'll shut up now...a liscense to blog should not be a permit to blather....I apologize!! Damn it


Last week thursday was Trout truck day at DVL, regardless conditions were just tough enough to make it interesting and My buddy Joe and I fished sunup to twighlight. I brought home 3 stockers around 1 1/2 ea. My son and I enjoyed them cooked with butter and lemon served over rice with almonds....Delicious ending to a delicious day... And I am still getting my Kayak..[smiling now].

Why the quote at the intro?

When I was around 10 give or take a few, I acquired a large collection of field and stream magazine, I don't recall the exact circumstance perchance it was a yard sale or other but from that point on I began a subscription( I believe it was funded by my Amazing grandfather) for the next few years I poured over the zines' with a desire to do what I saw in the pages and always looked for those inset stories from the master himself.... we remember what we can and to that point I recall, a boy fishing a polluted New England creek. He was catching boogies and carving out their eyes for trout bait - he slayed. That's my version, truly it was about catching on old fart trout that had eluded locals for years and the boy was background for the story - but as boys do they remember what they remember for only their reasons... and that's my recount. The man left an impression and caused me more than once to blind a bream (to no avail) through a simple story.

Frustration can be the impetus for great things

No day off for the next 8, I sulk now but will use this time to concentrate my plan for the next outing. To much of a good thing salts the water and makes it unsustainable.

Swimbaits and my new Rig

Fished DVL today, 3rd day in the last week to no avail, I am new to the swimbait sensation and matching the hatch....fishing trout replicas in search of stripers. I started late this season and missed the rush of BIG stripers that are available nov and dec. I even bought a quality rig Calcutta 400 on an 8' okuma graphite casting stick----sweet set up and casts like a dream anything over an oz. This was probably why I stayed out and froze my knuckles off. It was one of those days where after the it was obvious they weren't going for the swimbaits I began to target Black bass and rainbow stockers, fishing smaller and smaller baits close to shore....it was an ARGHH day but still better than sleeping in on a day off....I am used to killing on the trout and Bass from the shore(warm weather) but the persistent lake level dropping has turned the coves into lifeless inlets, all the cover that was fishable from the shoreline 3 months ago is now on dry land and the subtle contours are walkable sand. Hoping the newly laid snowpack can rejuvenate the level in 08'.