Sierra High Route-Ku 6-12-2016

Basins of water and granite,
hidden within abundance of color.
In my hand, Sierra sunset.

At the pass,
fields of granite inspiration.
Like New Years day.

Ranger buttons and fireweed,
along this talus strewn basin, hopping.
The smell of solace and solitude.

On the high route,
my spirit soars, freedom.
Golden eagle circles above.

Feeling the zone.
Feet float like wings,
over granite.


Forks of the Stani-ku 5-1 thru 5-12, 2016

Swallowtails and Mourning cloaks,
Along the trail, between.
Towering cedar and pine,
we waltz.

Here again,
A favorite spot, to cast and dream.
Wow! big splash.

Under bloomed dogwood,
this river spotted leopard,
My new friend.

Cascades of bubbles and foam.
Along this dark seam, in-between
faith and hope.

Ride it high and dry!
Sulfurs cruz.
Just believe.

From the first of May I traveled the forks of the Stanislaus adventuring high and low to get my fix on one of my favorite river systems. The water has been high and some of the past secret spots during low water was un-fishable or should i say un-reachable! However, like a text book lesson, fish were to be found where the fish should be. I witnessed an incredible Sulfur emergence each day from noon to 3:30pm that brought large and small brown trout to the surface. When I casted my imitation to likely spots I got an over whelming response. The average size of these Sulfurs were around the 12 hook range. The environment of the forks is truly just stunning with Dogwood in full bloom and butterflies everywhere. Wild Iris and Ginger poping up in the shade as well. The days are long and getting warm but the water is quite chilly. I found the best fishing days were the ones when cloud cover eased the brightness, trout were more willing in the shade as well. Lots of snakes are out and about, I saw two timber rattlers as well as a few colorful Kings and a Garter. Be mindful of stepping on sticks, it just might be a snake? Get out while its still cool!


Yuba-Ku 4-16-2016

Drifting dry, mend.
Lurking shadow bolts then rises.
One fly, one fish.

Lavender and green, lupine beckon.
Along the trail, memories of change.
River of change, rushes.

Again and again,
rhitogenia morrisoni, flavor of the moment.
Oh the bend of cane.

With friends, we hike,
new and old, we become,
share the stories, freshly squeezed!

It was just a fabulous day on the Yuba, tough fishing as usual however. I don't know if i could stand it any hotter around 90 degrees. Fishing was very slow going all day until the last few hours we were there, then I was able to raise fish. Most often just prospecting with an attractor fly to the soft areas along the fast water.
The flows being at that spring/summer run off level, seemed to have willing trout in the soft water near the banks under and along the willows. Abundant Salmon fly's and a few sporadic march browns were fluttering about, as well as some very dark caddis. 12 foot long leaders help get the floating line out of the range of the willing trouts view. The trout are there you just need to have your "A" game on for every approach and cast for every spot. A slight miss-step into the water and you'll see the fish of your life, a dark shadow, bolt into the deep water.


Yuba-Ku 3-8-2016

The wrong kinda boil and roll.
Shaking my head.
Turbid like a latte.

Timing is just way to off.
Another two weeks at least.
If there's any bugs left.

Almost ready to dream of somewhere else?
Not really disappointed.
But really was anticipating middle March.

Where will the fish go.
Where will we go?
What will they eat?

All will migrate I guess.
Maybe middle fork.
Somewhere near timberline?

Over the weekend of February 27 I had the opportunity to share my split cane rods at the Fly Fishing show in Pleasanton, CA.
I had a great time meeting people that knew of me. It was great to share tales, thoughts and cast rods during the three days.
One thing in common with us locals was a concern over the Yuba River. This river really has a cult following that seems to be always gaining new inductees every season.
Well, hopefully this spring won't be a wash out of turbid water. I've been really looking forward to the March Brown emergence since last year. The recent warm storms in the higher elevations have not been producing the amount of snow that i would thing we need. Rather the rain has been melting lower elevation snow causing high amounts of turbid run off.
But like everything, maybe this year won't be anything like last year and that will only force me to discover a new place and a new way to see the Fly Fishing experience.
If you came by and said hi at the show thanks! hopefully we can meet up on the river some time. look for me casting with some boo!


Yuba-Alnilam 12-1-2015

Morning star radiate,
baetis and trout rise along currents edge.
Single cast, single rise,
two become one, under Alnilam.

Opening day on the Yuba river, saw slow catching until an epic mid day BWO emergence. 3.5 miles up river of the why 20 bridge it was Mano a Mano dry fly action. "entrust ourselves to wisdom and prevent selfishness. When we throw off our own bias, follow the sayings of the ancients,confer with others matters go well without mishap." just believe.


Gettin' Golden, Summer Sonnet 8-16-2015

Leaves gently quake.
Dark sky settles in,
like afternoon whisky.

Looking up at trees,
cathedral of nature.
Sounds of distant thunder.

Through stunted aspens,
twisted and bent from snow,
still rising.

We traverse,
talus ahead, beyond,
Lamarck Col.

Hikers on the pass.
Alarm is sounded, Marmots and ground squirrels anticipate,
unguarded snack bags.

Unique in shape,
Slabs, speckled gray and silver.
Talus hopping.

Pussy paws,
in the crack.
Columbine waver.

Three on the wing.
Peregrine's swoop down canyon,
Pikas bark then scamper.

Tiny ringlets,
surface emanating, concentric.
Little trout feed.

Lake water ripples,
turquoise, green and blue, against
granite eroding.

Basin full of wonder.
Talus and scree, granite horizon.
wonderful rock hop.

Luna and we, intuitive nature.
Scramble and climb, talus basin.
Feet glide.


Upper Sac-Ku, touch of evil.

Above the loop,
river rush and froth. Stirring,
fins golden dart.

Spots black, red and
haloed. Sudden jolts, viscous shake.
Back into the depths.

Dry and dropper,
today, I a bit evil.
To hand, a rivers annals.

I never really liked to fish this one section of the Upper Sac, its stunningly beautiful, but I have never really done that well catching. After working with Chris for the day Friday making ferrules in his shop, I took Saturday morning to visit this section above Cantara Loop. Its tough going, but the spots are nice. Often the accessible reaches get fished often. This morning there was a fellow leaving the spot I was headed to, I thought well give it a go, he’s different, doesn’t mean anything, I’ll be fishing different from him, just give it a shot. After getting into the “secret spot” its evident from the stud marks on the rock faces that it’s not secret, I started to rig up a 4wt cane rod. Watching the water for bugs and clues, a few golden stones flew over so I went for that, plus out of a whim I decided, a touch of evil was needed today, a dropper stonefly nymph that I’ve had good luck with on the Yuba from the days I used to nymph fish a lot. Upon the third or forth cast out into the middle bucket of the cascade, the large stimulator violently jolted back into the fast water and I set up! A few minutes later, what I was leading to the net was a very large Brown trout. The throat of my net is 20 inches and I guess she was 18 inches. Fishing alone I got this kind of crappy proof of life picture with the cascade behind. Any local will know where it is to verify. I seem to remember that Brown trout a very rare in the Upper Sac, maybe the McCloud being blown and turbid last year encouraged some to spawn in the upper reaches? Maybe she came over Lake Siskiyou one spring? Who really knows but Hope you enjoy this story and picture.