The most difficult decision local anglers have to make this time of year is where to go.
When I was in first grade or so, my buddies and I put some candy in a little basket with an anonymous note professing our love to a set of sisters who won at least two, maybe three state basketball championships.
One program has a Sac-Joaquin Section title in its back pocket and is chasing another.
A couple of weeks ago, I somehow managed to find myself in Australia. As an incurable outdoors enthusiast, I wanted to get a taste of outdoor experiences Down Under. Australia is such a huge and diverse country, it is impossible to see it all in a short time.
Last week I was able to get out for a few days on the Delta. The bite wasn't the best but we did manage to catch our limits. As far as the weather, it was absolutely amazing.
Bill Callaway picked quite a time to play a hunch.
Sometimes you don't think things through. You allow yourself to be oblivious to consequences and thus you can't be completely surprised when confronted with them. Other times you meticulously plot and pour over details in order to reach a desired end.
One of the most common mistakes anglers make during the spring is not being properly prepared.
I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but in the afternoon of the Fly Fishing Show in Pleasanton Saturday, with all the other locations featured, I went into the destination theater showing Alaska.
For the next month or two, California's wildflowers will be putting on a magnificent show for all of us to enjoy. The price of admission is a tankful of gas and some wear and tear on your boots. While the high Sierra get all the attention of trout fishers, skiers, and hunters, the most prolific wildflowers are actually a little lower down the mountain.
Last year I started fishing for trout and kokanee, and before I knew it time had passed and my bass boat just sat there.
Usually about this time of year, I attend the annual fundraising dinner for the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation. If you have never been to one of the many outdoor fund raising events of this nature, I highly recommend it. I attend every year and it's a great time for the whole family. Many of the major conservation groups have such dinners: Ducks Unlimited, The Mule Deer Foundation, California Waterfowl Association, Ctrout Unlimited, California Trout, and The California Striped Bass Association, are just a few that come to mind.
I'm beginning to see more and more boats being towed through my neighborhood, leading me to believe that the fishing must be improving.
If the situation requires, I stop at the travel center in Corning.
About this time every year, I start getting to the limit of my ability to stay indoors and have to get out afield, even if it is too early. Fortunately, early spring time sometimes has some great crappie fishing. While there is great crappie fishing in both the Delta and the big foothill reservoirs, small farmponds are best this early in the season, because they are smaller and usually shallower, farmponds get warm sooner than the bigger deeper waters.
I first became addicted to archeology in the summer of 1948. I was a youngster camping along the headwaters of the Mokelumne River with my parents. One morning I knelt down to clear away some rocks on the ground so that I could play marbles, when one of the rocks caught my eye. Upon closer examination, I discovered that my "rock" was really an Indian arrowhead made of shiny black obsidian! I was hooked on archeology from that point on. Collecting arrowheads became a family obsession. We eventually assembled a pretty significant collection of artifacts in our Indian Room.
Like a lot of those reading this, I used to take every fish home to be cooked up for dinner. After a while, I got tired of having to clean fish after a long day of fishing so I just threw them back. Once I started tournament fishing, I'd always throw them back in hopes of catching them again during a tournament.
We anglers are a fortunate bunch. We belong to a brotherhood and sisterhood of helpful gregarious souls who are almost always willing to chat with a stranger and share local fishing information. The past week, I've found myself out in Salt Lake City, accompanying my wife at a genealogy conference. Usually my trips to the Salt Lake area are in warmer weather without snow on the ground. On an ordinary trip, I'll end up fishing the either Provo River or the Green River for a couple days, but this trip I figured it would be too cold and ...
Fishing in the winter is tough.