Well, I start my new job tomorrow at Truckee Meadows Water Authority. So in an attempt to squeeze out one more day of slackerhood I decided to go fishing. It was between fishing the river, which was really close to being clear enough to fish, or head out to Pyramid and try yet again to catch a fish in the teeners. Yet again it was slow, my buddy Jordan and I had maybe 7 fish between us all day. Even with a stiff east breeze and some early cloud cover we couldn't track down a monster. It was a good learning event, which is what Pyramid seems to be these days, coupled with frustration. We also had the pleasure of having our ear drums blown out by two fighter jets that decided to do a fly by over the north and south nets. Those bastards were about 100' or less over our heads flying ass to tail, pretty cool stuff. The fish below is a testament to the unseasonably fall weather we have had this winter. The summit strain has kicked into spawn mode and is showing their bright red colors already.
I made the first 2015 trek out to the big desert lake yesterday. Much to my surprise when I arrived I saw cars on every beach, odd for this time of year considering the fishing has been spotty at best. It turned out to be one of two large fishing tournaments they hold out there each year. I have never had much interest in competing in one out there although about 4 years ago I caught a fish during a tournament that would have put me in 19th place. I would have won some shotgun shells or something small like that. The fishing turned out to be really good, mainly in part to the clouds, rain, and consistently howling face wind. At the beach I was at I probably saw 100 fish landed with a 12 pounder being the biggest. I landed 8 fish all day and lost or missed another 5 or so. The guy that caught the 12pounder only caught 1 fish in the 4 hours that he was perched next to me, go figure.