It’s finally September and the air and water temps in the greater Reno/Sparks area of the Truckee River have started to finally come down.
The crew has been able to get out on the big T in the mornings over the past few weeks and have been rewarded with some nice healthy trout.
We have been getting off the water around 10:00 am but the water temps have yet to exceed 65 degrees while we’ve been fishing, which is a nice change from a few months ago.
Though this past weekend Jason ran into a bigger problem than water temps and what flies to choose from.
This trip on the Truckee started like most others. We all text each other the night before on what time and where we should fish, which then turns into the following morning of texts asking where the hell everyone is at and which person is heading to the predetermined hole because they are sick of waiting for whoever is slacking this weekend.
Well the main slacker this past weekend was myself (Dave). I had no excuses other than my bed was warmer than the river and those extra 30 mins of sleep seemed worth it at the time. Which of course didn’t make a damn bit of different in the long run.
Kelly was the first to head towards ye old fishin’ hole. As Kelly walked to the river’s edge he heard something walking though the tree line, rustling leaves and whatnot. He didn’t think much of it as the sun was just rising and we’ve seen multiple deer in this area many times before.
Second on the path to the river was Jason only a few minutes behind Kelly. As Jason passed the same tree line he met eyes with a foraging Black Bear looking for his morning breakfast. The bear saw Jason and with only about 30 feet separating the two the bear stood up on its hind legs and stared Jason down.
Now if there is one thing true about Jason it’s that he has never and I mean NEVER backed down from a fight. So in true Jason form he started yelling and hollering at the bear, now if this was me I’m man enough to say I probably would have more than likely crapped my pants and ran my ass back up to my car smelling like the changing room at your local day care center.
But Jason is a big dude and this bear thought the same (or just laughed and decided that chasing squirrels and eating out of people garbage cans was a more fitting use of its time) and so the bear walked away about another 40 feet, turned and stood up to see Jason making his way down river, with just a little more pep in his step I’m sure.
Last on the trail to the river is me, slacker Dave. Luckily I hear no rustling and see no bears as I approach the fishing hole where Kelly and Jason had already gotten into a few fish. But I’m greeted with the question “Did you see the bear?!?!” and of course I answer “Holy shit! you guys saw a bear?!?” which then starts making me think, wouldn’t one of you two “friends” have texted me after seeing said bear to say “Hey Dave, because we don’t want you to die and get eaten alive, watch out for the bear we just saw 30 feet in front of us…oh and it looked pissed so be careful.” But I’m guessing seeing me running down the river with a bear chasing me resembling something out of the movie The Great Outdoors would have made for a much more entertaining morning…touché gentlemen….touché.
Once the bear scare was talked about we got into some fishing, and man did we. There is no doubt that the river is really low and slow right now, which has the fish stacked into deep hole and seams throughout the river. Sometimes these fish spook really easily and are fairly tight lipped. This morning was the opposite, they had a very specific fly they would only eat, but once all 3 of us had the same fly tied on it was lights out! By the time we started to pack out we had landed 5-7 fish each and many more than that lost. These fish were aggressive and fought like champs. Best of all they all swam away strong with usually leaving us splashed with water from their tails as a final “kiss my ass” as they swam off.
I’ve talked about these 3 guys before and will continue to do so. Matt “Gilligan” Koles, Doug Ouellette and Jan Nemec are all killer guides on the river and all tie flies that are available in retail shops and online that will get you into fish on the Truckee. So if you want to know what flies we are using 99% of the time it’s a fly tied by one of these 3 guys.
With fall right here and the temps lowering we can only hope that we see some moisture soon. Until the flows return to reasonable levels please respect the river and the fish we all love. We will continue with the efforts in participating in the Hoot Owl Closure.
Come to think about it…Jason said the bear stood up on its hind legs. There wasn’t a lot of light yet because the sun was still coming up. There isn’t a photograph proving it was a bear. This means there isn’t a photograph proving that it wasn’t a Sasquatch that Jason saw! Ladies and Gentlemen, when fishing the Truckee please always be bear aware…but also always keep an eye out for the elusive Calvada Squatch that roams the river banks as well.
Until next time – #ibelieve