Daily Archives: March 11, 2016

The 4-year California drought is over (I have no right to say that)

The 4-year California drought is over.  I’m no scientist; and I have no right to say that.  But, I don’t have to be.  I have been watching the flow charts for the Upper Kern River because I just can’t wait to back pack into the Forks of the Kern again.  And the river is big again.  it’s big and it’s nasty again; at least from a computer it was.  It’s been four years since I have seen the Upper Kern River at normal levels.  This post is about me dying to see it for myself.

Upper Kern 16 year avg

Upper Kern 16 year average – We are back to normal in 2016

Last year I backpacked into the forks of the Kern the day they opened the road (NFs2282 / Lloyd Meadow Road) on April 21st.  This year because of the snow pack, I doubt I can get in there until June or even later.  We just have so much snowpack.  I’m told we are at 125% and two more big storms, at least, are lined up to pound the Sierras.

I had a business trip to Lemoore, CA which is in the central valley 350 miles north of where I live in Carlsbad, CA on March 9th, 2016.  I call the upper Kern River my home waters.  Sure, I have fished the Mammoth and Bishop area rivers for years.  But, I have not commanded them like I have the Upper Kern.  And the Upper Kern is just so remote, wild, and physical that few people do it.  So, it really is my favorite river to fly fish that is within driving distance.

Well, on this business trip, I just couldn’t resist a 150 mile detour to see the Upper Kern River myself.  I went to the Johnsondale Bridge to see just how high the River is.  As a point of reference the Johnsondale Bridge, which really is not in Johnsondale, just south of it, is twenty miles North of Kernville.  The reason it was a 150 mile detour is that all the mountain roads are closed in the winter.  I had to come up from the south through Kernville.

Staring at "Huck-Truck" from across the Johnsondale Bridge

Staring at “Huck-Truck” from across the Johnsondale Bridge

Like I have said many times before, “The only good thing about the 4 year drought is the fly fishing on the Upper Kern”.  The drought turned the Upper Kern from a raging class IV & V wild river to a tame, easy to fish, crossable river.  For the last 4 years there has not been a spot of water in the upper kern I could not cast to and much of the river was wadable with many crossable spots.  Those days are over.  At least they are over until the next drought.

Last year in April the flows were under 200 CFS; in March even lower.  What I found was flows of over 700CFS

Upper Kern March 8-11 2016

Upper Kern March 8-11 2016

And now the river is back to normal flows, if not higher than normal.

I have a favorite run with a tailout and some good pocket water just a 1.5-mile hike up river from the Johnsondale bridge.  I always catch fish there.  So, I wadered up and with a 5 wt started my hike to the spot.  when I first crossed the bridge I looked closely.  I could see the river was up.  But, it’s slow moving water there.  I couldn’t tell just how up it was.  By the time I got to my spot it was a totally different river.  Firstly, the willows that sprouted and grew in the 4 year drought at the side of the river were now underwater.  Which means wading in front of them was now in deep, swift water.  My little run in normal flow was now a dangerous one.  I had to perch myself on submerged boulders where the penalty for failure is significant. secondly with the water so high making the drifts into the channels had now become fast which require me to weight down my nymph rig.  And lastly, and what makes the Kern so challenging in normal flows is that the river is so big again I couldn’t wade to a point where I could cast to the opposite side of the river.  And a 60 foot roll cast is just not realistic.  All this combined with the fact that not a single bug was in the air meant that I had a 1.5 hour casting lesson.

My favorite run; a year later double the water

My favorite run; a year later 4X the water

And isn’t that the great thing about fly fishing and rivers in general?  Just when I thought I had mastered the upper Kern mother nature changed it all up again so I need to learn it all new again.

 

 

Like I really need another annual fly fishing trip…

Like I really need another annual fly fishing trip…  To my wife it seems like i have one every month.  But, I just couldn’t resist when a buddy of mine asked me months ago.  This buddy is Ken Foersch, president of my high School, Crespi Carmelite, an all-boys catholic high school in Encino, CA.  Ken told me this father-son all guys fishing trip in Bishop started with his dad like 30 years ago.  And they have been fishing the lower Owens river every year since.  I told him I’d be happy to teach some of the younger boys how to fly fish.  Little did I know that would be the most fun part of the trip.

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Check out the white tips on this typical 12″ brown in the lower owens river

Firstly, I knew that some of my friends in “the club” would be able to help.  I serve in the San Diego Fly Fisher’s club and there was a club trip to bishop just a couple weekends prior.  I got a ton of guidance from my buddies in the club on what to expect.  But, what I didn’t expect to hear is that a few really good fly fishermen from the club did not do well at all.

I did well.  Arguably really well.  I fished it Thursday, Friday and Saturday… I got out of there just in time in the morning yesterday before the huge storm hit.  The wind on the way home was crazy…and mammoth took 4 feet of snow!

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So I did the dawn patrol Thursday morning leaving at 4am so I could be on the water in time for the hatch.  The rest of the gang (which I had yet to meet) was not due to show up until that night and I wanted to figure out the river before they got there.

I was also pretty excited to fish a new rod.  I broke my go to 3 Wt. last year and got a ton of guidance from Mark Boname of North Platte River Fly Shop on its replacement.  I ended up buying a Temple Fork Outfitters BVK from the North Platte River Fly Shop.  What an awesome rod!  It casts the dries so well now I want to fish it everywhere.  It weighs only 2.4 Oz!  which makes it perfectly balanced with my super lightweight Lamson reel.  The BVK is a light, fast action rod, but has a soft sensitive tips.  So, it’s easy to cast like a fast action rod, but the feel is more like that really slow load on a medium action rod.  So fun to cast!  And what a great rod for the price!  It’s the only TFO rod I own and now I’m a big TFO fan.  Honestly I cannot wait to buy another TFO rod.

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“Huck-Truck” parked on the banks of the Lower Owens River with the Sierras in the background

I decided on the way to bishop, that I would go to the head of the fly fishing only section (below the footbridge at the south end of the campground) of the Lower Owens River just to see how crowded it was.  I have never been able to fish there because there are always a ton of fly fisherman there; usually shoulder to shoulder.  Last year, two buddies of mine from the club just killed there.  To my surprise no one was there.  And the midge hatch was on.  I saw some rises in the bait section so I threw a midge adult floater just feet from my truck and boom!  2nd cast and I had landed a nice wild brown.  “Hmmm… this could be a good day.”  And I was.  I fished a midge dry trailed by a midge emerger and did really well.  And then the BWO hatch went off…. so I switched to a light green bodied size 18 BWO and man, was that fun.  Once the hatches ended, pretty much so did the good fishing.  But, I had hooked 25 or so and landed half of them by 1pm.  The weird thing was that every fish was a wild brown in the 10” to 12” range.  I was not catching big fish, nor was I catching tiny fish.

I met all the guys that night….great group.  Totally fun.  some of them had fished the stocked section in bishop in the afternoon and they did pretty well on bass and stocked trout on traditional tackle.

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Austin casting dries to rising fish on the upper C&R section of the Lower Owens River

Well, the next day (Friday) I headed right back out to the head of the Wild fly fishing only section and parked exactly where I did the day prior.  No one there.  “No way!” I said to myself.  “Where in the world is everyone?  Do I not know something they know?”  The reality was the opposite.  There was no one on the 3-mile section of the lower Owens river and the fishing was great.  And no one knew it but me.  I did even better this day.  I probably had > 30 takes on the dries and landed more than half of them.  But, the same cookie cutter 12” browns.  All of them.  That is weird.  When the hatch died off and the fishing came to a halt around 1:30 PM I switch to streamers and did the 2+ mile walk downriver hunting for troutzilla.  And I caught a few….but the same cookie cutter 12” browns.  Troutzilla may have stuck me.  I got hit so hard on the swing it almost knocked the rod out of my hand.  But, he didn’t stick.  I’ll never know.

The next day, Saturday was one of the most fun fly fishing days I have had in a long time.  It was the best part of the trip and I didn’t even fish; I guided.  And not only did I get to guide, but I got to guide a newbie 15 year old high school sophomore named Austin.  Great kid!

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My buddy Ken Battling on a custom rod made for me by Tom Young

And no one was on the river again!  A Saturday!  I couldn’t believe it.  When we started I told Austin and his uncle Ken (who asked me to teach him): “You are not going to catch a fish today.  But, a great goal is to make you a proficient cast and see if we can fool a couple fish to rise to your drift.  You won’t land them, but I’d love to see you hook one.”   I taught him how to cast….and he was doing ok…and he got better… and he missed about 5 takes.  Which was awesome.  I was happy at that.  then he started hooking fish….and missing them….  And then it happened…. Just like god looked down on us and took pity … he made a perfect cast in between two swift seams…right into soft water.  He mended and his drift was perfect.  Whack!  A 12” brown hit him hard and he set perfectly…. Before I could even coach him he had the fish on the reel.  At this point I was pretty much doing cartwheels in joy and screaming the f word “f’ing awesome!  woo!  Play him!  Don’t reel him in… f’ing awesome!”  he swung the fish to my net…. “Woo!!!! “ I screamed that so loud the whole owens valley heard it….   And then I apologized to him for getting so excited and saying the F word.  He laughed.

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Austin with his first fish landed on a fly rod!