I got home from work at 7PM Last Tuesday and decided that I
was going fishing. The closest fishing hole to me is Cache creek, about a 10
minute drive. I grabbed Excalibur (6wt.) and shot for the creek before the sun
went down.
For those of you that don’t remember, Cache creek is the
place where I SLAYED the green sunfish and where I caught my first smallmouth
bass on the fly. AS you may recall there is a deeper pond where the big boys
hang so that was to be my first spot, but nothing could have prepared me for
what I was about to find.
It was gone! That stretch of Cache creek has been reduced to
a 4 foot deep ditch without a big smallie in sight. And the worst part is that the spot where I
caught my first smallie is now bone dry.
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| This part of the creek no longer exists. |
I took a couple of pictures of where the pond used to be and the little bit that is left. Its very sad. A beaver was still hanging around swimming and I wonder if he sensed that his home would soon become a casualty of the drought.
I went ahead and fished what remained of the pond. There was
no interest in the hopper pattern or the popper. With single swings my fly
reached across the entire pond. I wondered if the shallowness and narrowness of
the pond put the big fish in danger for predators or if they were hiding
somewhere in the cattails. 
I tied on a black
wooley bugger and after a bit I brought my first green sunfish to hand. I
really wanted to try a new fly that I bought at sportsman’s warehouse. I didn’t
get a name for it but it has a black body, a pink tail and a tiny propeller on
the top. It did attract the attention of
one green sunfish and then I switched back to a popper and finished the day.
On the walk up to my car a sheriff stopped me, let me know
that this was private property and I was trespassing, which is weird because
last time I was there the sheriff told me I was fine to fish there. I guess it
doesn’t matter because within a couple of months, this creek like many others, will
be gone.
Total fish: 2 Green sunfish
