October 19 – I took
my wife out to get her hair done and go shopping (her equivalent of fishing)
but that gave me a chance to check out some of the stocked fishing ponds in
Sacramento. I know they are stocked with trout but the water was so warm that
if they were in there they weren’t biting. As any other public park in an urban
setting, the place was littered like crazy.
I walked around and tried to ask people on the fishing peers
what they caught and with what they were catching them. It turns out the bite
was dead that afternoon but that morning they were catching catfish off of
worms. This lead me to find a spot in the shade and tie on a san juan worm.
Quick tangent: so I’m assembling my rod and I dropped the
top part of my rod. It rolled on the fishing pier and dropped through one of
the cracks and into the water!! I panicked, I thought I was going to have to
take a swim (and I was willing!) I quickly ran over, jumped the fence; found a
long stick to try to reach it before it floated away. Luckily it floated or
else I may have written a very angry post! I was able to get


24 – I went out to the infamous secret lake with mark and
even though I didn’t allow him to blindfold me, I still had no idea where we
were. We walked out to a beautiful area that looked like very promising water
to me. We were armed with fly rods and
regular rods with crickets and nightcrawlers. Mark promptly decided to show off
and pull out the first brown of the day. This got me very excited with the
possibility of catching my first brown. And so I fished… Fly Rod, nothing. Crickets,
nothing. Nightcrawlers, nothing. Kastmasters, nothing. Mark caught a rainbow as
well and I got a couple of bites but that was it for me.
We had a great lunch over at Cooks Station and then headed
out to Cat Creek. This is the first placed I ever fly fished. That time I got
into four trout. This time I got two strikes and that was it. We walked around
for a while, fished some more holes but no success at all. Nonetheless the
drive out in God’s country and hanging out with Mark made it a good day.
On another note, my buddy Russell gave me a call later that
day telling me he was slaughtering rainbows over at Collins lake! hahaha
27 – I made my way out on the sac to the usual spot with Ol
Pops (my dad). I hadn’t been there in ages. It was covered in weeds and many of
our walk ways had eroded away. Nonetheless we made our way out and fished the
day away. Ol Pops got into a couple of shakers, the biggest being 15” or so. As
for me… Drum roll please… I got skunked again! It sucks but fall on the sac is
awesome and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
That’s it for now. I should be heading out to Collins next
week so I will keep you guys posted on that. Thanks for reading!!
Hang in there, you know the old saying, "someday your fish will come". For what it is worth, welcome to the world of fly fishing for Bluegill. They are always fun and catching them on top with a floating fly has made my day many times.
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