przez Gość » czwartek, 14 czerwca 2018, 01:38
That previous 12 months had been tough, with the end result of most of my sort out lost...(a protracted story not to be retold..). A month or so after my last April submit, I went on a trip to Los Angeles and had a chance to fish for trout within the San Bernardino Mountains in Orange County. Under is an account of what I can remember of the trip.
Early morning on 1st June ’07 in LA, I left Torrance in a rented car without a GPS for the San Bernardino Mountains in quest of trout. Searching through the internet the weeks previous to this outing, I worked out that the closest possible stream/river to my hotel would be in Orange County. So with only a Google Map printout with driving instructions, I set off….
After an hour and a half I reached the outskirts of the Nationwide Park at the foot hills of the mountains. Going up on Freeway 38 I reached Barton Flats the place I bought my Park parking payment (bought my fishing license the day earlier than). Wandering down Glass Rd to Seven Oaks Rd I seemed ahead to see the Santa Ana River.
From my analysis, I know that the Santa Ana River was stocked. However after i lastly got my first glimpse of the ’river’, I was shocked! It looked extra like a stream…a creek by different requirements.
For sure I was sorely upset. It was solely about 2-3 metres wide. However, having already invested the time driving all the best way up, I changed into my waders (overkill within the heat and measurement of said ‘river’). I set my trusty 6 piece 4wt and tied on a 6 ft leader and left it at that. Wandering down the banks I might see that the river was solely a foot and a half deep on average with just a few deeper pools. The side on the river was lined with a number of tree and shrubs. I decided to go into the water to wade up.
As you may see, this looks like an ideal setup for a 2 wt 6-6.5 ft rod.
Then I noticed a rise… I knelt down and watched for a few minutes. Then I noticed it again. Only a foot downstream of an underwater boulder…another rise. I then fumbled to tie on a 5 or 6X tippet (I can’t remember already) and a size 14-sixteen Parachute with my 15 fingers. After lastly placing the terminal rig together, I solid out the line. The fluro pink parachute stood out well amidst the shadow patched water. After two casts, the pink parachute disappeared in a dimple of water and i set the hook. The fish put up a brief but spirited struggle and even leapt one or twice. Eventually, I purchased the fish in to the financial institution and was very pleasantly surprised to see a brown trout! I was expecting to see a rainbow but I realized that the fisheries did inventory brown in here too.
So, the remainder of the afternoon went fairly productively. Each pocket of water roughly held fish. I caught and launched around eight - 10 browns. Curiously solely browns had been caught. I tried a few nymphs but they weren't as efficient. I met just a few bait fishermen utilizing Berkeley Trout Eggs and they had been catching only rainbows. It was solely after talking to those guys did I realize I was in rattlesnake and mountain lion country. Goes to indicate how tunneled imaginative and prescient I can get when in pursuit of fish.
That previous 12 months had been tough, with the end result of most of my sort out lost...(a protracted story not to be retold..). A month or so after my last April submit, I went on a trip to Los Angeles and had a chance to fish for trout within the San Bernardino Mountains in Orange County. Under is an account of what I can remember of the trip.
Early morning on 1st June ’07 in LA, I left Torrance in a rented car without a GPS for the San Bernardino Mountains in quest of trout. Searching through the internet the weeks previous to this outing, I worked out that the closest possible stream/river to my hotel would be in Orange County. So with only a Google Map printout with driving instructions, I set off….
After an hour and a half I reached the outskirts of the Nationwide Park at the foot hills of the mountains. Going up on Freeway 38 I reached Barton Flats the place I bought my Park parking payment (bought my fishing license the day earlier than). Wandering down Glass Rd to Seven Oaks Rd I seemed ahead to see the Santa Ana River.
From my analysis, I know that the Santa Ana River was stocked. However after i lastly got my first glimpse of the ’river’, I was shocked! It looked extra like a stream…a creek by different requirements.
For sure I was sorely upset. It was solely about 2-3 metres wide. However, having already invested the time driving all the best way up, I changed into my waders (overkill within the heat and measurement of said ‘river’). I set my trusty 6 piece 4wt and tied on a 6 ft leader and left it at that. Wandering down the banks I might see that the river was solely a foot and a half deep on average with just a few deeper pools. The side on the river was lined with a number of tree and shrubs. I decided to go into the water to wade up.
As you may see, this looks like an ideal setup for a 2 wt 6-6.5 ft rod.
Then I noticed a rise… I knelt down and watched for a few minutes. Then I noticed it again. Only a foot downstream of an underwater boulder…another rise. I then fumbled to tie on a 5 or 6X tippet (I can’t remember already) and a size 14-sixteen Parachute with my 15 fingers. After lastly placing the terminal rig together, I solid out the line. The fluro pink parachute stood out well amidst the shadow patched water. After two casts, the pink parachute disappeared in a dimple of water and i set the hook. The fish put up a brief but spirited struggle and even leapt one or twice. Eventually, I purchased the fish in to the financial institution and was very pleasantly surprised to see a brown trout! I was expecting to see a rainbow but I realized that the fisheries did inventory brown in here too.
So, the remainder of the afternoon went fairly productively. Each pocket of water roughly held fish. I caught and launched around eight - 10 browns. Curiously solely browns had been caught. I tried a few nymphs but they weren't as efficient. I met just a few bait fishermen utilizing Berkeley Trout Eggs and they had been catching only rainbows. It was solely after talking to those guys did I realize I was in rattlesnake and mountain lion country. Goes to indicate how tunneled imaginative and prescient I can get when in pursuit of fish.
