Granger Bamboo
River Report
The lower Stanislaus river below goodwin dam: 3/22/10. Flow 340 CFS. Sunny and 70 degrees
It was odd day on the Stan. First off there was no other anglers there but me. That was the amazing part of this much needed river sojourn that happened to be doubling as a much needed mental health day. I had my eight and a half 5/6 wt bamboo hardy with me, which I've decided is totally inappropriate for this river, its too full flex for nymphing. When I got to the hot spot under the dam, I noticed two gentlemen in dive gear. They were from a private company called fish-bio, and they were shooting footage of wild trout. We had a friendly exchange on the river bank. They confirmed the rumor about the presence of large steelhead in the river. The rest of the day kind of defied expectation, especially in light of the data nature was giving me about how fish should of been responding. There was a tremendous may fly hatch, that lasted hours, and in the background behind that there was the usual midge activity. Despite the biomass there was scarcely a trout around to rise to these abundant insects. I must of spent hours in a spot where I know fish stack up. Nothing was working. I did miss a bunch of strikes, not because I didn't see or feel them, but rather because the bamboo I was using was not firm enough to allow for a fast hook set in current. A modern gear head might argue that this is another example of why graphite is superior, to which I would counter by telling him my 6wt Phillipson is being repaired. I'd probably also think to myself that he has no sense of aesthetics, and that artfulness is apart of catching fish by god! I digress.
I picked up the smallest trout I've ever caught on the Stan on a #20 zebra midge, that that happened after 4hrs. I decided that--hell--I'm fishing a british rod, might as well fish English. I tied on three soft hackles in tandem, and took off my indicator. This proved to be a good move--a nice 14" bow slammed my middle fly. At least I knew now, where they were feeding in the column. At this point I had worked hours and hours in a proven spot for just 2 fish. I broke for lunch. I get board of fishing in the same spots, and it has always amazed me why other anglers don't--odd. I decided to fish further down by the cable pool, per the fish-bio divers suggestion. I've fished this spot before to no avail, and it was no different this time. It was beautiful and very warm by this point as it was mid day, and not typically a good time to fish, as the sun was at it's zenith. The interesting and majestical thing about the Stan is that it is in a deep confined canyon, and up by the dam the sun has a harder time penetrating. The sun factor coupled with a lovely fine mist--makes for a pleasant spot to fish as the rest of the river heats up. I'm one for new experiences, a wonderer if you will...always curious about whats down the road, or in this case the river. The dam hadn't been productive, and I wasn't having any luck at the cable pool. In any event, I decided to have a look further down. I found a little animal path that took me quite a bit above the river onto a promontory be-speckled with spring wild flowers. Looking down I was wondering how I'd reach the river, as there was a very nice run, begging to fished. What happened next, I'm still thinking about... a little trout caught my eye, and next too him I got a good long look at a 20-24" rainbow, lazily picking stuff out of the current. The problem was he was on the same side of the bank that I'd be on once I got down there. I did in fact get down there and managed to cobble together the best cast I could to get at him, which unfortunately had to be right over the fish. This no doubt spooked him. I feel like these particular trout are very wary about what is above, as the canyon brings many birds of prey to a focal point. The potential of death from above, a bright mid day sun, and a cast straight over his back, no doubt put my wise quarry on high alert.
My day was pretty much over. I tried in a few more spots, but was ultimately satisfied with the two I caught. More importantly then the fish, was the discovery of a new spot. I plan to return to it especially when the dam is crowed, as maybe I'll have another chance at a trophy.
--Posted by David
It was odd day on the Stan. First off there was no other anglers there but me. That was the amazing part of this much needed river sojourn that happened to be doubling as a much needed mental health day. I had my eight and a half 5/6 wt bamboo hardy with me, which I've decided is totally inappropriate for this river, its too full flex for nymphing. When I got to the hot spot under the dam, I noticed two gentlemen in dive gear. They were from a private company called fish-bio, and they were shooting footage of wild trout. We had a friendly exchange on the river bank. They confirmed the rumor about the presence of large steelhead in the river. The rest of the day kind of defied expectation, especially in light of the data nature was giving me about how fish should of been responding. There was a tremendous may fly hatch, that lasted hours, and in the background behind that there was the usual midge activity. Despite the biomass there was scarcely a trout around to rise to these abundant insects. I must of spent hours in a spot where I know fish stack up. Nothing was working. I did miss a bunch of strikes, not because I didn't see or feel them, but rather because the bamboo I was using was not firm enough to allow for a fast hook set in current. A modern gear head might argue that this is another example of why graphite is superior, to which I would counter by telling him my 6wt Phillipson is being repaired. I'd probably also think to myself that he has no sense of aesthetics, and that artfulness is apart of catching fish by god! I digress.
I picked up the smallest trout I've ever caught on the Stan on a #20 zebra midge, that that happened after 4hrs. I decided that--hell--I'm fishing a british rod, might as well fish English. I tied on three soft hackles in tandem, and took off my indicator. This proved to be a good move--a nice 14" bow slammed my middle fly. At least I knew now, where they were feeding in the column. At this point I had worked hours and hours in a proven spot for just 2 fish. I broke for lunch. I get board of fishing in the same spots, and it has always amazed me why other anglers don't--odd. I decided to fish further down by the cable pool, per the fish-bio divers suggestion. I've fished this spot before to no avail, and it was no different this time. It was beautiful and very warm by this point as it was mid day, and not typically a good time to fish, as the sun was at it's zenith. The interesting and majestical thing about the Stan is that it is in a deep confined canyon, and up by the dam the sun has a harder time penetrating. The sun factor coupled with a lovely fine mist--makes for a pleasant spot to fish as the rest of the river heats up. I'm one for new experiences, a wonderer if you will...always curious about whats down the road, or in this case the river. The dam hadn't been productive, and I wasn't having any luck at the cable pool. In any event, I decided to have a look further down. I found a little animal path that took me quite a bit above the river onto a promontory be-speckled with spring wild flowers. Looking down I was wondering how I'd reach the river, as there was a very nice run, begging to fished. What happened next, I'm still thinking about... a little trout caught my eye, and next too him I got a good long look at a 20-24" rainbow, lazily picking stuff out of the current. The problem was he was on the same side of the bank that I'd be on once I got down there. I did in fact get down there and managed to cobble together the best cast I could to get at him, which unfortunately had to be right over the fish. This no doubt spooked him. I feel like these particular trout are very wary about what is above, as the canyon brings many birds of prey to a focal point. The potential of death from above, a bright mid day sun, and a cast straight over his back, no doubt put my wise quarry on high alert.
My day was pretty much over. I tried in a few more spots, but was ultimately satisfied with the two I caught. More importantly then the fish, was the discovery of a new spot. I plan to return to it especially when the dam is crowed, as maybe I'll have another chance at a trophy.
--Posted by David
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