Score One For the Fat Guy

I knew the hike to Gardisky Lake was tough.  I first heard about the lake about 18 years ago.  A friend and I met a guy while fishing the Eastern Sierras and he told us about a good lake to fish called Gardisky.  He then warned us it was a really steep hike.  I have heard the same warning ever since.  The lake was good fishing, the hike short, but tough.  Well, they were right.

False White Mountain

Looking Back towards False White Mountain, 3/4 of the way up the trail to Gardisky Lake.

Henry starts football practice Thursday and we are busy the rest of this week, so Monday was the day.  I considered the June Lake Loop, but then Gardisky caught my eye while leafing through “Eastern Sierra Fishing Guide for Day Hikers”.  I knew it would be tough, but why not? Continue reading

Death of a Fly Rod

Since it had been two weeks since I was last up Highway 88, I figured the snow would have melted and I was right.  I loaded the boys up with our float tubes and fly rods and we headed to Woods Lake on top of Carson Pass.  I’d never fished there, but had heard the fishing for brookies was pretty good.  Just the kind of place to get the boys into some fish, or so my thinking went.

As we climbed 88 we saw a sign warning of a two-hour delay.  Then another as we approached the junction with highway 89.  They advised to tune to AM 1610 for information, but all we got was static.  I decided to see how far we could go and found a short section of one lane road while crews worked on some utility poles.  No delay at all.  Whatever.


Owen following me out into the lake.

We pulled into Woods Lake and found Continue reading

Meet Team FFN

The old, boring “About” page has become the new and exciting “Team FFN” page.  That’s right!  Now you can get to know the creative talent behind the greatest fly fishing blog about Nevada and the Eastern Sierras in the history of fly fishing blogs about Nevada and the Eastern Sierras.  If you have time, check it out.  If not, check it out anyway.  Whatever you do, CHECK IT OUT.

Cutthroats and High School Basketball

I have been hanging around the house, as opposed to going fishing.  First, it’s winter.  Second, I was on a restrictive diet and it was hard to eat when traveling (lost 20 lbs by the way!).  Third, I have been taking care of my father in law’s affairs after we had to move him into assisted living.  I kind of needed an excuse to get off my ass and get out there and my son, Henry, had a basketball game at Pyramid Lake High School.  Perfect!

My ladder, rod and net.

I got the the lake about 10:30 and went straight to one of my favorite spots, Wino Beach. Continue reading

Lamoille Canyon, Elko – August 2-4, 2010

I had planned on taking my boys on a fishing trip this summer, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out where.  I thought of a dozen different places and went back and forth about whether to camp or get a motel room.  As the time approached, I finally decided on Elko.  It’s in Nevada, the fishing is good, it’s not a place I get to fish often and the motel rooms were cheap.  Camping was out mainly because I wanted a little vacation and it was 97 degrees.


The boys as we begin to explore Lamoille Canyon.


So off we went on Monday the 2nd.  We arrived in Elko around 2:00, ate lunch and then checked in.  The room at the Days Inn wasn’t Caesar’s Palace but the room had three beds, which made my boys happy.  We settled in then headed up to Lamoille Canyon to check it out.  Continue reading

Virginia Lakes – July 22, 2010

Well, another short entry.  Why?  Well, because we got skunked and skunked hard.  Maybe it was all the bad things I said about fellow Virginia Lakers last week. I doubt it.  We didn’t see another fly fisher catch anything either.  There weren’t as many fisherman this week, so maybe that place is having a case of the summer doldrums.  Who knows?

Henry out on Virginia Lake.

Owen intensely fishing a nymph.

Anyway, my sons, Henry and Owen, and I arrived about 7:45 am and were fishing by 8:00 Continue reading

Bridgeport Area – July 8, 2010

I originally had grand plans of trekking two plus hours north with my sons to Davis Lake for the damsel hatch, but found out one had grown out of his waders.  A trip to Reno to buy new ones made it so I didn’t want to go that way again so soon.  I had heard Virgina Lakes was doing well, and with all the options in that drainage, I decided we would make the hour drive there.  That is until I found out, as I was packing the night before, that I had misplaced my fins.  A thorough search of the garage failed to turn them up.  I can almost see them lying on the shore of some lake looking all sad and forlorn as I drove away without them.

Great view of the Bridgeport area from Buckeye Creek Road

So stream fishing it was.  As I had little time to plan, I figured we would play it by ear and do a little scouting.  I headed south towards Bridgeport.  Continue reading


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