Sometimes in the sport of Urban Fly Fishing, a little comfort goes a long way.
What I mean by comfort fishing is getting out to one of your Honey Holes. A place where no matter what the conditions, you are going to catch something!
Lately the Winter Fishing Blues have got me dreaming of big bedding Largemouth Bass, although I don’t mind catching a Rainbow Trout or two as evident in my last post Timing is Everything.
Micropterus salmoides of the Black Bass family is defintely the species closest to my Fly Fishing Heart.
Being the stubborn person that I am, I’ve been hitting the local Park Lakes in hopes of sneaking in a couple of fish before early spring.
However the fishing has been slow, and the couple of Bass that I’ve been able to get on the other end of the line are on let’s just say the “Small Side”.
So what is an Urban Bass Fly Fishing Fanatic to do?
I’ll tell you what I’m to do, head to a little stream Honey Hole in Northern Orange County that produces Green Sunfish all year long.
Okay they’re not Largemouth Bass, but they look similar and they are a ton of fun to catch.
I arrived at my Honey Hole dusting off my 3 weight and pulling out an assortment of Trout Flies.
A little size 16 Caddis with a dropper 18 Red Copper John tied on and I was off to the races. I’m talking fish, after fish, after fish!
After about an hour. I had pulled in over 40 Greenies and I decided I had all the comfort I needed.
Refreshed, I drove away already drifting off into thoughts of what the spring Bass Fishing of 2012 will have to offer.
I know the fish I caught were small, and most people want to see us catching some huge 10 pound Largemouth Bass out of Castaic Lake with Larry Kurosaki in the front of the boat.
Trust me, so would I!
But that’s just not us. We are just a couple of regular guys that love Fly Fishing, and love to catch fish no matter how big or small.
It’s just about the Urban Fly Venturing, a Disease Worth Catching!
After the last few fishing trips I’ve had, let’s just say that I’ve been reluctant to get out. Let’s do a quick little recap.
The first trip out dealt me nothing more than my 3 Piece Okuma 3 Weight Guide Select Fly Rod, wait I mean 4 piece Rod after I slammed it in my truck door. Luckily it came with a warranty.
You all know how my Second trip out looked from Dan’s post CARDIO-FLY. Let’s just say that I have a high tolerance for pain, but getting stung by a scorpion is no joking matter.
My Third Trip left me with the worst case of Poison Oak that I’ve ever had, and I’m now starting to wear shorts again.
But everything (Yes even my bad luck) has a season, and I think that this season is finally behind me.
I found myself just a little more hesitant to get up in the morning. I was looking for any reason not to get in the car and start driving. But I found all my gear just where it was supposed to be, and yes I have a backup 3 weight Fly Rod.
So there I was driving up in to Mount Baldy, with all kinds of thoughts going around in my head of what could possibly go wrong this time. Maybe I’d get eaten by a Mountain Lion, bitten by a Rattle Snake, a car accident, something. But as the miles counted down I soon found myself standing at the creeks edge, taking long deep breathes.
I thought to myself “Here we Go”, now please understand that I am not a pessimistic person. My wife has even at times accused me of being a little too optimistic in light of some of the situations life has thrown at us.
But come on I was on a roll. I’m a history buff, and let’s just say that my recent history was telling me to be really, really careful.
As I hit the water, my old careless self started to creep back up, and I found myself making dangerous jumps from boulder to boulder, stepping all over Poison Oak, and even fishing freezing cold water and 40 degree air temperature in my good ol’ Wrangler Cargo shorts.
After just a couple of casts I was back to myself, and pulling in decent size rainbows on almost every cast. After fishing about a 1 3/4 mile section of the stream, I found myself satisfied for the day. Okay I’ll be honest I didn’t want to push my luck. A couple of hours on the water and no accidents.
Call it what you will, Lucky, Blessed, all I know is I’m back.
Urban Fly Venturing, a Disease Worth Catching!