the biggest mistake about fly fishing, is that its just about fish

Friday, April 22, 2011

Thursday, April 21, 2011

New Secret Spot

Well, not so secret

but you really wouldnt know about this place unless someone tells you about it. i sure wont...

i got granted access to this spot a few weeks ago, and this was the first time i got to fish it, and for only fishing for about an hour, on a cold and raining day, it was a good day

Found some willing fish up in the shallows, and had this beefy gill slam my popper right when she hit the water

I have some more pictures of fish that can actually be considered worthy of a picture, but as the fish ate a fly that im keeping under wraps for now, ill post them at a later date

I have a econ test tomorrow, then going to hit a few ponds with a buddy. More pictures?
We shall see.


Tuesday, April 19, 2011



As of lately i have gotten really busy!

i just started working the Sportsmans Warehouse in Rocklin, and it seems to be
a pretty good gig so far. selling fishing stuff has always been something im good

had an awesome time over at the leland expo on saturday, met up with some really
cool guys and got to shoot the breeze with the legend scott howell, not to mention
all the other river rats that are in the hood.

big things are in the work for tailwalker fly fishing!

maybe a new ride in the near future, something that i can drag behind the (co)rolla.

meeting up with my boys from the lodge in ak this saturday and going to throw some
prototypes of a few flies that i think are going to be very successful. might even try to
start slangin some off of here

Pictures on saturday?

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Amphibian Love

A quote i heard one time was that the biggest mistake made about fishing
was that it was just about catching fish, and this day proved that really true
for me. Found this guy about to enter "the danger zone" so i did my civic
duty and gave him a rescue and a little photo shoot. The eyes on this guy
make me think he knows something he isnt telling me, who knows.

The world is really a small place, and the guy holding the fish
is going to be one of the guides at the lodge i work at in AK
this summer. Hes staying in my hood until we leave for the
summer. Finally found a good fishing buddy.

Im bassing exclusively from now till i leave for AK, so hopefully
ill get some more days like this, and maybe even a new personal
best fish. I love my ponds

until next time sports fans

Friday, April 1, 2011



The past two weeks here in the sac valley have been nothing short of depressing to be completely honest. It rained pretty much every day non stop, and probably at times the hardest i have ever seen a couple of times. Tahoe got a ridiculous amount of snow, but as i can go anymore i really couldn't care less. Since tuesday this week it seems as if California is back and the rain has gone up to oregon, it has been absolutely beautiful. After a busy week at school i just wanted to go fishing, and alllll of my favorite rivers and cricks are either frozen solid, or blown to excess. The fact that monstrous amounts of water had fallen from the sky started to register in my mind and i remembered this little pond that everyone sees but no one knows about. When the water levels in lake X get high enough, the excess water spills over into pond Y via a pipe, and the bass follow.

When i call this a TINY pond, i really mean it. you could swim some laps around this thing and not get winded, and the deepest part is probably something around 4 feet, just enough to hold bass. In the past i have only really fished here in the late evening, or what many people refer to as the "Golden Hour" where for lack of a better word bass just get frisky. I went early and did a lap of the normal spots, to see if there were any signs of life, maybe even my pet bass that i meet more then a couple times every year. They were there. Exactly where they should have been, in the reeds, on the flat and in the lagoon. It was still pre-game so i went back to the co-rolla to eat a few trunk muffins and any thing else i could find under my seats. Called a few buddies that were stranded elsewhere and did the "guesssss what im doing!!" which always gets an interesting response.

This pond is usually EXTREMELY clear, and true to form it was this time, and therefore the fish were spooky. I fished over one fish for about an hour, making a few casts then letting him rest, alas no dice. There were a few fish i spooked out in open water earlier, so i switched gears and tied on a fly i've had for probably 5 years, a walmart special balsa body mini popper. I laid out a nice 60' range cast to the reeds and let the ripples dissipate and then gave it a slight pull to bring the line tight, then started poppin it across the surface. about 2o feet out from the reeds there was a swirl where my fly was and it was on. It always surprises me how lightly these guys can sip something as large as a popper, i guess it probably has something to do with a mouth that a softball could fit in.

He fought rather valiantly against my fast action 697 Z-Axis, which in my opinion is the perfect pond rod. After a few jumps, a run and some bulldoggin i got his head above the surface, and slid him up to my hand and i got him thumbed.

The last thing the fly sees before pure mayhem .This was a classic specimen of a healthy large mouth, beautiful money green markings and a white belly. In an environment like this, perfect camo. I love me a nice largemouth

After a few pictures that didnt come close to doin this guy justice, he was probably a solid 3 pounds, i set him back in my favorite pond.

"Ill be back"