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.|
Before we made it to our planned camp, the trail finally merged toward the water so we filled our Nalgenes with treated water and moved on. Walking a few yards on the trail, we found a suitable campsite. Chul asked me if i wanted to just camp here. After hiking on my bum feet, I was in no condition to continue. The heat had worn me down and I just wanted to fish. His only worry was that Erica was to join us after work and might miss our campsite and go to the predetermined one instead. However that was unlikely his tent and my bivy would be clearly visible from the trail. Chul marked an big arrow with sticks and I told him to hang his bright orange tent sack on the tree next to the trail. He left a note for her to stay there and that we would be fishing upstream. With only about an hour of so of light we chose to make camp here and start fishing.
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.
We chatted for a while before heading to bed before Erika noticed a Jerusalem cricket, an alien looking bug that apparently has one nasty bite, in our campsite. As we any proper fly fishermen, Chul and I started thinking of materials to make a fly to represent it. Although it might be a waste of time to make a pattern of it as, from what I have now read, they are nocturnal. It might be fun just to tie one just for the hell of it and see what happens.
Day 2 to follow...