Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Weekend Escape for Trout (video coming soon)
It's official, I've moved to the mountains to start working with owls. Unfortunately we've had a lot of down time due to all the snow. Not much is open in the Georgetown area, so it didn't take long before I got the itch to find some fishy water. We ended work early on Friday and after making a few calls I decided to hit the Little Truckee River again since it would still have limited access and thus very few people. I packed my bag and hitched a ride with my co-worker, Haruka, as she headed home to Reno for the weekend.
The first sight I'm greeted with at the Boca Reservoir campground was a cluster of large Ford trucks at the edge of the lake. I decided to set up camp a good distance from this group because I foresaw lots of general shenanigans in their future. The minute I started to leave, one of the truck campers comes out from behind their armada armed with a BB gun and tries to shoot a seagull out of the air. Yup, just as I suspected, yahoos. Nic joined me for dinner later that evening and we enjoyed listening to the sounds of engines reving, cheap rock tunes, and drunken idiots on too small boats playing gently from afar. Ahh the wilderness, God's gift to man.
Cool moon out this weekend, no wonder everyone was howling.
The next morning I moved camp to the Boyington Mill site further up river to further distance myself from the yahoos and to gain closer access the the best fishing sections. Since Nic's car was filled to the brim with his crap, I strapped my backpack to the top and stood on the icy bumper holding an icy rail. I almost lost it going through a few snow piles, but made it through in the end.
Set up camp again, made coffee, dawned my fishing gear and was off, not wanting to waste any fishable hours. A few trucks were able to make it all the way through to the upper lot, so I wouldn't be the only one out there, but for the first few hours I was. The fishing was slow at first with only two hook-ups before 11 AM with one landed. After that it went off the hook (ha, pun!). I hooked three in the Lightening hole in about an hour, landing two, all on the same red copper john. Then I moved down to the 610 hole, my bread and butter. There was one guy fishing the middle section of it, and he came out to talk to me as I walked by. We shot the shit for a bit over a cup of coffee, then he move up river and I move in on one of the outer seams of 610. Twenty minutes lately a Blue Winged olive hatch started and lots of big fish moved into the shallows to sip them up. During the next two hours that the hatch persisted I caught 5 fish between 18-20” from one main pod. The last fish I caught was actually the first one the rose to my fly, but the hook failed to stick. After that he teased me continuously, following my flies as they drifted over him, but never eating them. After all the other fish had been caught and released, he was the last to be seen contentedly sucking up bugs. The hatch was dwindling down and it seemed like he was going after something different. I decided to tie on one of my freshly made winter stone dries and sure enough he greedily gulped it down after two casts.
Fish Porn:
I think this fish might be a cutthroat/rainbow hybrid, but I'm not sure exactly what the Little Truckee has in it. I only noticed very slight orange blotches under the gill plates, but nothing definitive. Very beautiful fish though.
I moved down river after that and spotted a large fish hanging near the bottom of a deep bend pool. There were some big eddies and other currents pushing and pulling, so it was hard to get a drift at the fish, so I tried high-sticking with a bunch of lead and a big stonefly. Eventually my line seem to go taught so I instinctually set the hook. There is a flash of light as a big head starts shaking under water and my rod tip bends deeply. The heavy current and steep bank make the fight all the more difficult, but I eventually manage to subdue the large brown (see video for image).
I hiked the river all the way back to camp, scouting unknown sections for future use, but the brown was the last fish of the day. Final tally: 9 fish landed, 5 other people seen, ~4 miles hike, and 1 huge sunburn.
The following day was not as productive as strange weather was brewing. I managed two fish on nymphs, including this incredibly hook-jawed male that came way out of his hiding spot to nail my swinging fly.
I made it back to camp early, found some cell reception and got the news that Nic was going to come get me before the storm really hit that night. Getting myself and my gear into his car was a squeeze to say the least, but I was grateful to be heading to a cabin with a leak-proof roof. Beers, more cribbage, and old movies ended this weekend warrior's trip. Thanks to Nic and Haruka for the rides and company, I wouldn't have been the same without you.
The first sight I'm greeted with at the Boca Reservoir campground was a cluster of large Ford trucks at the edge of the lake. I decided to set up camp a good distance from this group because I foresaw lots of general shenanigans in their future. The minute I started to leave, one of the truck campers comes out from behind their armada armed with a BB gun and tries to shoot a seagull out of the air. Yup, just as I suspected, yahoos. Nic joined me for dinner later that evening and we enjoyed listening to the sounds of engines reving, cheap rock tunes, and drunken idiots on too small boats playing gently from afar. Ahh the wilderness, God's gift to man.
Cool moon out this weekend, no wonder everyone was howling.
The next morning I moved camp to the Boyington Mill site further up river to further distance myself from the yahoos and to gain closer access the the best fishing sections. Since Nic's car was filled to the brim with his crap, I strapped my backpack to the top and stood on the icy bumper holding an icy rail. I almost lost it going through a few snow piles, but made it through in the end.
Set up camp again, made coffee, dawned my fishing gear and was off, not wanting to waste any fishable hours. A few trucks were able to make it all the way through to the upper lot, so I wouldn't be the only one out there, but for the first few hours I was. The fishing was slow at first with only two hook-ups before 11 AM with one landed. After that it went off the hook (ha, pun!). I hooked three in the Lightening hole in about an hour, landing two, all on the same red copper john. Then I moved down to the 610 hole, my bread and butter. There was one guy fishing the middle section of it, and he came out to talk to me as I walked by. We shot the shit for a bit over a cup of coffee, then he move up river and I move in on one of the outer seams of 610. Twenty minutes lately a Blue Winged olive hatch started and lots of big fish moved into the shallows to sip them up. During the next two hours that the hatch persisted I caught 5 fish between 18-20” from one main pod. The last fish I caught was actually the first one the rose to my fly, but the hook failed to stick. After that he teased me continuously, following my flies as they drifted over him, but never eating them. After all the other fish had been caught and released, he was the last to be seen contentedly sucking up bugs. The hatch was dwindling down and it seemed like he was going after something different. I decided to tie on one of my freshly made winter stone dries and sure enough he greedily gulped it down after two casts.
Fish Porn:
I think this fish might be a cutthroat/rainbow hybrid, but I'm not sure exactly what the Little Truckee has in it. I only noticed very slight orange blotches under the gill plates, but nothing definitive. Very beautiful fish though.
I moved down river after that and spotted a large fish hanging near the bottom of a deep bend pool. There were some big eddies and other currents pushing and pulling, so it was hard to get a drift at the fish, so I tried high-sticking with a bunch of lead and a big stonefly. Eventually my line seem to go taught so I instinctually set the hook. There is a flash of light as a big head starts shaking under water and my rod tip bends deeply. The heavy current and steep bank make the fight all the more difficult, but I eventually manage to subdue the large brown (see video for image).
I hiked the river all the way back to camp, scouting unknown sections for future use, but the brown was the last fish of the day. Final tally: 9 fish landed, 5 other people seen, ~4 miles hike, and 1 huge sunburn.
The following day was not as productive as strange weather was brewing. I managed two fish on nymphs, including this incredibly hook-jawed male that came way out of his hiding spot to nail my swinging fly.
I made it back to camp early, found some cell reception and got the news that Nic was going to come get me before the storm really hit that night. Getting myself and my gear into his car was a squeeze to say the least, but I was grateful to be heading to a cabin with a leak-proof roof. Beers, more cribbage, and old movies ended this weekend warrior's trip. Thanks to Nic and Haruka for the rides and company, I wouldn't have been the same without you.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Making a Wild Salad with Mom
I've decided I didn't want this to become just another fishing blog. Don't get me wrong, I love fishing blogs, but in order to combat my own addiction I need to focus on other things. Besides, I realized that as of late, too many people, myself included, take fishing way too seriously. Fishing will probably be a hot topic as it has always been my first love (sorry Aliyah), but devoting a blog entirely to talking about the intricacies of fishing is a little too much like masturbating on chat roulette; it might get a few people off, but to everyone else its just bizarre. This brain child will be more like a collage of my outdoor obsessions, the scribbled pastimes of a wandering 21st century nomad.
That being said, I've spent the last four days waiting hopelessly on the beach for the surf smelt to run and had no such luck. Fortunately plants don't typically have an ocean to hide in, so at least I was able to bring something to the table.
All of the following plants were picked within 10 minutes of my Mom's house and none were cultivated. Most came from the top of Old San Pedro Mountain Road, one of our favorite hiking trails, but many of these plants are pulled from home gardens as weeds.
This is the borage flower (Borago officinalis), a local wild edible that lends a brilliant splash of color to any salad. Notice the many tiny hairs on the leaves and stem (a high degree of pubescence a botanist might quip). These hairs can really irritate the mouth and throat so be sure to pick only the flowers.
This is Miner's lettuce (Montia perfoliata), a crispy, succulent green that looks a bit like a little lilly pad with a texture like spinach. It grows in moist, shady areas, especially near creeks and springs, thus it's high water content. It's juicy, crunchy, and cool, a perfect fresh trail snack on a hot day. Note that early in the season most of the young leaves will be more spade like and the small white flowers may not be developed yet.
Wild Radish (Raphanus raphanistrum) is equally as beautiful as it is flavorful. The young flowers and stems add color and a mild radishy spice to our salad. It grows EVERYWHERE in coastal california, give it a try.
Wild Onion (Allium spp.) has a very potent onion smell if you've ever crush it under your feet. The flowers and a bit of the stem is all you'll need or you may risk over powering your greens. We have not experimented with using the bulb yet, but I've heard of many people using the alpine species while back packing. It grows widespread from high sierra to coastal gutter. Walk the streets of Montara and rub a few of the leaves, you'll know when you've found it.
This is the newest member of known edibles we've added to our list this season, welcome to the table Stellaria media.
It's a mild green rich in iron and zinc, in fact it was more than any of the top 10 commercially produced greens. During the spring season it can be found in great aboundance as my mom happily displays. One of the distinguishing characteristics is its single lined "mohawk" that runs down its stem.
Unfortunately, chickweed does have a poisonous look-alike that can grow amongst it. I found this Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis) growing about 50 feet down-trail from the patch of chickweed we harvested. However, the bright red flower (as apposed to chickweed's white), square stem, and lack of any obvious hairs gives it away.
After our nice sunset walk/foray, mom and I cleaned the greens, mixed the salad, and ate with the company of a baked chicken. Final verdict: Delicious! The salad was entirely wild and had no bitterness or off-putting qualities. The greens were crisp and mild and the flowers were a tender bouquet of simple flavors. The entire gathering process took about 30 minutes, less time than it would have taken to go to the store, and the freshness was unparalleled. Wild foods often contain far higher concentrations of essential minerals and nutrients than their domesticated counterparts, and nobody does organic better than mother nature. Pick some up today at your local corner!
NOTE: For the record, I have never masturbated on chat roulette nor in any other public forum, internet or otherwise.
That being said, I've spent the last four days waiting hopelessly on the beach for the surf smelt to run and had no such luck. Fortunately plants don't typically have an ocean to hide in, so at least I was able to bring something to the table.
All of the following plants were picked within 10 minutes of my Mom's house and none were cultivated. Most came from the top of Old San Pedro Mountain Road, one of our favorite hiking trails, but many of these plants are pulled from home gardens as weeds.
This is the borage flower (Borago officinalis), a local wild edible that lends a brilliant splash of color to any salad. Notice the many tiny hairs on the leaves and stem (a high degree of pubescence a botanist might quip). These hairs can really irritate the mouth and throat so be sure to pick only the flowers.
This is Miner's lettuce (Montia perfoliata), a crispy, succulent green that looks a bit like a little lilly pad with a texture like spinach. It grows in moist, shady areas, especially near creeks and springs, thus it's high water content. It's juicy, crunchy, and cool, a perfect fresh trail snack on a hot day. Note that early in the season most of the young leaves will be more spade like and the small white flowers may not be developed yet.
Wild Radish (Raphanus raphanistrum) is equally as beautiful as it is flavorful. The young flowers and stems add color and a mild radishy spice to our salad. It grows EVERYWHERE in coastal california, give it a try.
Wild Onion (Allium spp.) has a very potent onion smell if you've ever crush it under your feet. The flowers and a bit of the stem is all you'll need or you may risk over powering your greens. We have not experimented with using the bulb yet, but I've heard of many people using the alpine species while back packing. It grows widespread from high sierra to coastal gutter. Walk the streets of Montara and rub a few of the leaves, you'll know when you've found it.
This is the newest member of known edibles we've added to our list this season, welcome to the table Stellaria media.
It's a mild green rich in iron and zinc, in fact it was more than any of the top 10 commercially produced greens. During the spring season it can be found in great aboundance as my mom happily displays. One of the distinguishing characteristics is its single lined "mohawk" that runs down its stem.
Unfortunately, chickweed does have a poisonous look-alike that can grow amongst it. I found this Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis) growing about 50 feet down-trail from the patch of chickweed we harvested. However, the bright red flower (as apposed to chickweed's white), square stem, and lack of any obvious hairs gives it away.
After our nice sunset walk/foray, mom and I cleaned the greens, mixed the salad, and ate with the company of a baked chicken. Final verdict: Delicious! The salad was entirely wild and had no bitterness or off-putting qualities. The greens were crisp and mild and the flowers were a tender bouquet of simple flavors. The entire gathering process took about 30 minutes, less time than it would have taken to go to the store, and the freshness was unparalleled. Wild foods often contain far higher concentrations of essential minerals and nutrients than their domesticated counterparts, and nobody does organic better than mother nature. Pick some up today at your local corner!
NOTE: For the record, I have never masturbated on chat roulette nor in any other public forum, internet or otherwise.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Let the Sun Shine!
The sun is back after a long overdue absence and it feels SO GOOD! I woke up feeling more perky and refreshed than I have in weeks, and the birds outside my window sounded like they agreed with me. I took the day to go surf fishing with my pops and then went on any evening Montara Mountain ride with my buddy Jesse. We made it to the saddle just in time to catch a nice sunset over a couple tasty brews (Thanks Jesse/Tristan!).
The sun actually does more for good moods than you'd think. A splash of sunlight can reverse winter doldrums, or Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD=(, and it has proven useful in treatment of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Light therapy has been used effectively to treat depression and some therapists consider it to be the first-line of defense against the blues. Furthermore, it can drastically improve the mood and symptoms of women during PMS. Plus it makes some damn delicious tomatoes.
Besides a few foods, the sun is our main source of vitamin D, a key component of our immune system. UV rays from the sun bombard our skin, triggering a series of reactions that produces vitamin D. This sun-solicited nutrient influences how our bones sequester Calcium and there is a direct relationship between the strength of our bones and vitamin D levels. Sun exposure and vitamin D have also been suspected to play a role in the immune response and/or prevention of multiple sclerosis, prostate cancer, rickets, osteoporosis, diabetes and others, but no definitive connections have yet been discovered.
As with everything in life, sunlight is best used in moderation. Use a good sunscreen that blocks both UVA and UVB radiation, but you don't need to go overboard with the SPF (Sun Protection Factor) numbers. SPF is just a ratio of the time it takes to burn with said sunscreen divided by the time it takes without. So if you know how long it takes you to burn you can figure out you maximum time in the lime light.
Its simple: Minutes to burn X SPF# = Max. sun exposure with sunscreen applied
Always be conscious of the awesome power of the sun, it has the power to give life, but it can take life away. It was been revered by cultures around the world throughout time and we should show it that same respect in our contemporary culture. So soak up the rays while you can, there should be some April showers on their way but spring flowers are already showing up!
Here are some of my favorite sunsets and spring flowers from 2010 and I'm looking forward to many more this year.
The sun actually does more for good moods than you'd think. A splash of sunlight can reverse winter doldrums, or Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD=(, and it has proven useful in treatment of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Light therapy has been used effectively to treat depression and some therapists consider it to be the first-line of defense against the blues. Furthermore, it can drastically improve the mood and symptoms of women during PMS. Plus it makes some damn delicious tomatoes.
Besides a few foods, the sun is our main source of vitamin D, a key component of our immune system. UV rays from the sun bombard our skin, triggering a series of reactions that produces vitamin D. This sun-solicited nutrient influences how our bones sequester Calcium and there is a direct relationship between the strength of our bones and vitamin D levels. Sun exposure and vitamin D have also been suspected to play a role in the immune response and/or prevention of multiple sclerosis, prostate cancer, rickets, osteoporosis, diabetes and others, but no definitive connections have yet been discovered.
As with everything in life, sunlight is best used in moderation. Use a good sunscreen that blocks both UVA and UVB radiation, but you don't need to go overboard with the SPF (Sun Protection Factor) numbers. SPF is just a ratio of the time it takes to burn with said sunscreen divided by the time it takes without. So if you know how long it takes you to burn you can figure out you maximum time in the lime light.
Its simple: Minutes to burn X SPF# = Max. sun exposure with sunscreen applied
Always be conscious of the awesome power of the sun, it has the power to give life, but it can take life away. It was been revered by cultures around the world throughout time and we should show it that same respect in our contemporary culture. So soak up the rays while you can, there should be some April showers on their way but spring flowers are already showing up!
Here are some of my favorite sunsets and spring flowers from 2010 and I'm looking forward to many more this year.
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