Memorial Day was this past Monday and for most of us that meant a 3 day weekend. It is a weekend normally filled with BBQ’s, relaxing and of course fishing, but we should always remember it’s truly for remembering the men and women who gave their lives while serving in the countries armed forces.
On Friday afternoon I took a trip out to Pyramid Lake to see if I could get some fishing in before the shores were filled with RV’s, Campers and party animals that were no doubt already getting geared up. The usual suspects were completely filled, bumper to bumper with Caravan’s (spoken in my head sounding like Brad Pitt in the movie Snatch). Pelican, North and South Nets and Blockhouse were all packed and with almost not a single angler on the water. But jet skis you ask? Yes those were out in full force.
So I decided to head South and ended up at Popcorn. There was only one other angler there and he wasn’t having much luck. Cruising the shallows were 100’s of Cui-ui ( a large sucker fish endemic to Pyramid Lake) and one gigantic carp.
It wasn’t long after hitting Popcorn I decided to start moving back down North, The water was glass and although watching the Cui-ui was pretty awesome, I was hoping to get into a few Cutty’s before I called it a day.
Next stop was Sandhole and surprisingly I had the entire beach to myself. There was one Caravan parked but it’s inhabitants were no where to be seen. So I got setup to throw some bugs and beetles and enjoyed the solitude I had, even knowing it would only be for a short amount of time.
While stripping in my trusty popcorn beetle and wooly bugger combo I felt a bump…a bump! The kind that makes your adrenaline start pumping and focuses all your attention on the connection between your hand, fly line and rod tip. I stripped another 6 inches of line in and then the line went tight! I set the hook and it felt like a had a real nice fish on the other end, but as quickly as that adrenaline rush kicked in, that stomach sinking feeling of when your line goes slack hit. Figuring the fish just spit the hook I checked the bugs to see if it took the beetle or the bugger. It was obvious which one it took I’d say.
That was a size 0 Gamakatsu Stinger hook…But I’ll just pretend it was a little guy and take pride in knowing I tied strong knots.
After a few more rounds of switching from stirpping bugs and hanging nymphs I called it a day. Partly because I was hoping to get dinner with the wife and kiddo and partly because the Caravan parade suddenly realized the beach I was fishing was probably the only one on the lake that hasn’t been invaded yet and they started shuffling in.
Glenn had the right idea on Saturday and took his boat out to Pyramid. At least in a boat if the weather is cooperating you can get across to the backside where normally the only other people you’ll see are fellow anglers and no jet skis or wake boarders. Glenn managed to land 23 cutthroat’s to about 24 inches and lost 2 big fish as well. Getting Glenn to use a camera to document these outings while he’s on his boat is about as likely as getting my 10 month old daughter to change her own diaper. So I guess you’ll have to take my word on this one.
The rest of the fishing this weekend consisted of a few trips to the Truckee River which was high and a little off color down through Reno due to the recent rains we just had. The other hours were spent relaxing with family and friends.
I hope you all had a chance to relax and get outdoors for a bit this weekend. Check back with us next week, hopefully we’ll be chasing some Brook Trout. That’s the plan at least.