Middle Fork Feather River

A Couple of Hours On The Middle Fork

I was able to put a couple of hours on the Middle Fork of the Feather River this summer and the fishing was fantastic. From my experience the Middle Fork fishes exceptionally well during high water years after the spring run-off and will continue to do so until the water becomes too warm in the summer. The Middle Fork is on my top five favorite rivers to fish and is truly one of the best fly fishing waters in Northern California.

I wasn’t originally planning on fishing the Middle Fork during this visit but some plans fell through which allowed me to sneak in a few hours in the afternoon. I didn’t pack my fly rod for this trip so I had to improvise and fish with some spinning gear that I happened to pack. I was using a TFO Panfish II rod rigged with a Thill clip-on bobber and some nymphs tied to a fluorocarbon leader. This was the first time I’ve ever dedicated an outing trying to nymph with a spinning rod.

Last year in the early part of June the Middle Fork was still raging with spring run-off. I didn’t know what to expect considering that this was another high-water year but as soon as I saw the river I was relieved to find that the flows were perfect.

As I had predicted the river was full of fish and I didn’t have to go very far to catch a whole lot of them. I fished a prince nymph with a rubberleg stone and used the thill bobber for casting weight. A lighter or smaller bobber would’ve been better as the flies and splitshot weren’t heavy enough to straighten out my line during the drift. It didn’t take long before I netted my first fish on a spinning rod with this rig. After netting a few fish I which to a streamer to see if I could get any good grabs. It was awesome to see my streamer get absolutely nailed in the crystal clear water.

At around 3pm there was an amazing egg laying event of caddis, yellow sally stoneflies, and even salmon flies. I tried to rise some fish on a dry fly with the spinning rod but I couldn’t get a good enough presentation. The fish were rising all over and I just watched daydreaming about how many fish I could’ve rose if I had packed my fly rod. I ended the handful of hours I had on the Middle Fork of the Feather River with over a dozen fish to the net and a lot more missed or lost.