This trip would be different. At least here I knew there were fish. I've caught them and Chul had caught some seriously legit fish the weekend past. We wanted to get in deep and see if we could find some serious SoCal lunkers. We made it to the trail head parking lot and opening the door was like opening a blast furnace. While SoCal temperatures haven't reached Africa-hot yet, it was hot enough to make this trek not particularly fun. To top it off its all uphill for the most part.
|While a good fish, the larger one wasn't in hand long enough for a pic.|
|A fantastic fish 12 incher plus. Chul had gotten a even bigger one just upstream.|
Making our way to the stream Chul gave me the first hole that held a monster fish. I moved into a suitable casting position and I could see him at the end of the pool just under the boulder's undercut. I made several casts caught beast. Measuring at least 12 inches, this rainbow was fat and healthy. The picture, as it never does, does not convey how really big it was. Chul had moved upstream fishing a pool and when I reached him, we asked each other how we did. He had caught a true beast. we showed each other our pictures and I was amazed at his fish. It must have been a 14 incher. We continued upstream, catching respectable fish along the way, though non as great as the ones we had just caught. Our casts and movement were clearly affected by our worn out bodies and we decided to quit after about a quarter of a mile or so of fishing and made it back to camp.
Erica had no made it to camp when we made it back to camp. We decided to give her 30 minutes before Chul would start looking for her. Sitting there we rested our bodies and talked about the fish we caught particularly the one that I couldn't take a picture of. After Chul headed back on the trail in search of his girl. I waited a bit and I noticed I was low on water so I headed to the stream to fetch some for dinner. When I returned the two were already at camp. We prepared our dinners. They were having backpacking food, Turkey Tetrazzini from Mountain House. I, on the other hand, refuse to eat that stuff unless I really have to so I shopped for real food. I bought some imported Italian spicy salami, dried shitakis, some crappy instant noodles and instant mash potatoes conveniently packaged in its own cup. Normally I would never eat these instant foods but if I had a choice between backpacking food or instant market food, I would choose the later. We sampled each other's food and I was surprised that the Mountain House was somewhat edible. Things must have changed since the days when Joel and I were eating that crap. Maybe we just chose the wrong brand. On a multi day trip I'll have to remember to pick up Mountain House brand food. Chul let me know just avoid the rice entrees and stick to the pastas.
Day 2 to follow...