In Urban fly Fishing this one statement rings so true ”Timing is Everything”.
Especially when your doing a little Urban Park Fishing for stocked Rainbow Trout.
In the Urban setting we have a lot to compete with.
First there’s the Bait Fisherman. They fish for Trout at park lakes for one reason and one reason only, to eat the fish!
Second there’s the Cormorants, those vicious swimming birds that gobble up any fish they can get their beak on.
Third there’s the Bass. I’m not so much complaining about this one. Just take a quick look at the “All tackle top 25 Largemouth Bass ever caught”. California litters the list, and the main reason is our Trout stocking program. Our bass are getting protein, and a lot of it. Which makes for faster growth rates and heavier fish across the board.
The fourth and final road block is the Trout themselves. We’re talking stocked fish here, and their diet of pellets at the hatcheries sure looks a lot more like Power Bait than it does a Caddis Dry Fly or a Prince Nymph.
However a lot of times genetics kick into high gear, and the Stockers will just as readily take a Garlic Dipped Nightcrawler as they will a Woolly Bugger.
I had one such day last Saturday, as I pulled up to one of the Local Park Lakes with Rod and Reel in hand.
I could see a load of bait fisherman stacked up on edge of the lake. Not hard to see that the Fish and Game truck must have been there just hours ago, and the Bows were still schooled up trying to acclimate to their new environment.
I took my position carefully across from where the baiters were, and tied on a size 14 Yellow Stimulator with a dropper Red size 18 Midge, and a small Egg Pattern.
One cast and I was into a really decent sized Rainbow splashing about. I finally got it to the net, and before I had even looked up there were 5 guys surrounding me “What are you using” they asked. A Fly I answered somewhat sarcastically.
They stared at me for a moment and then retreated back, so as not to lose their precious spot they had been in since 5 am that morning.
Second cast. Wait for it “Fish on” I shouted out with excitement, another great sized Rainbow. I let him go to the reply of “Come on save some fish for us”.
I cast a few more times without luck. So I reeled in my set up, and decided to switch over to a size 12 Black Bead Head Woolly Bugger.
A couple of casts getting the action right , and whack a fish comes out of left field and nails it at my feet so hard the rod almost slipped out of my hand. After a little fight and a quick 16 inch measurement in the net, back to the water he went.
By this time all of the bait fishermen had switched over to a micro jig, and one kid had even ran to the car to get his Fly Rod.
At that point I decided to call it a day. The water was getting crowded, and I could feel the glares burning holes in the back of my head.
I did make a quick stop over to the kid to check out his fly rig. He had some 10 pound test rigged up to a wet fly with a bobber at the end of the fly line.
I pulled out a couple of flies and some tippet, and showed him how to rig up a hopper/dropper. After a quick casting lesson he was off to the races.
That’s what it’s really all about, seeing the enjoyment on a kids face the first time he picks up a fly rod. I think I can genuinely say that moment was worth more than any fish I had caught that day.
Urban Fly Venturing, a Disease Worth Catching!