Dana Fork and Parker Pass Creek

Like an old Jeep ad.

Like an old Jeep ad.

What with the 4th of July crowds, the heat and the previous cold and wind gone, I took my youngest son, Owen, and we went fishing.  We were headed to Laurel Lakes but on the way down 395, I just didn’t feel like making the four mile trek up that treacherous road, so we changed our plans.  We stopped for breakfast at the Mobile station at the junction of US 395 and Highway 120, gassed up and headed up the hill towards Yosemite.

We drove up to Tuolumne Meadows first to check that out.  It wasn’t crowded, maybe only 9:00 am.  Very pretty.  My first time in the park.  Yes, yes, I’ve lived in Carson City and Smith Valley my whole life and never driven past the Tioga entrance.  So sue me.  I guess you just take things so close for granted. By the way, this is only my second National Park visit.  The first was Redwood National Forest in northern California.  Now you know.  I know, you’re thrilled. Continue reading

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.

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

Pyramid Lake – January 15, 2010

As promised, I fished Pyramid lake on January 15th.  I took my youngest son, Owen, his first trip to Pyramid!  My oldest son, Hank, went skiing.  Whatever!  Anyway, Owen had a little bit of beginners luck.  We fished from about 11:00 am to about 3:00 pm.  We started at Wino, one of my favorite beaches.  I was using the fly rod, Owen was throwing metal.

Owen Waiting for the Big One!

We fished Wino until about 1:00 pm and then decided to leave.  Neither of us got so much as a bump and we didn’t see the any of the other fishermen nearby get anything either.  This wasn’t a good sign.

Anaho Island from Wino Beach

We headed north and almost stopped at a few beaches, but then I decided to see what the Nets looked like.  I usually avoid the Nets because of the crowds, but the south Nets wasn’t bad.  We parked, grabbed some lunch and hit the water, ladders in tow.  While eating we hadn’t seen any of the other fishermen hook any fish, but it was only about 20 minutes.  Still, I wasn’t expecting much.  We set up and on the third or forth cast Owen hooked into a fish right in front of his ladder.  I rushed over with the net and scooper her up.

Owen and First Pyramid Cutthroat

...and the Money Shot!

Pretty sure it was a hen and she looked to be filling with eggs.  Or maybe just had a big meal.  Either way she was about 20 inches.  Owen got it on a big chartreuse Daredevil with orange spots.  Not bad for a beginner!  As it turned out that was the only fish of the day.  We didn’t see any of our new neighbors at the Nets catch anything either.  When Owen broke off his second lure on something out in the deep, we decided to hit the road.  All in all, not a bad trip despite the lack of action.  Owen got his first Cutthroat and his biggest fish ever!  I still have only caught one fish each trip since December 2008, even if I didn’t hook it myself.  Paying my dues, I guess.

Our Neighbors at the Nets

The Famous Pyramid


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 199 other followers

%d bloggers like this: