Yuba goldfields, Yuba River

It’s Almost Time To Come Home

Pond Bass

Its funny how we never truly appreciate the area where we grew up until we leave. I was raised in Marysville, California a small town full of history. From the historical brick buildings downtown to the bridge that divides the county, Marysville was the one of the few areas in the valley where travelers congregated and stayed during the days of the Gold Rush. One of the reasons why people settled here was due to its proximity to two of the most important rivers in California, the Yuba and Feather River.

Before I started fly fishing I always thought the area I grew up in was boring. Everything that was “fun” was across the bridge in Yuba City. The mall and the theater were the only highlights of “Things To Do In Marysville” that I knew about. However, after I took up fly fishing a whole new world began to open up.

Fly fishing trips to Ellis Lake, the Yuba River, and Feather River, have started to become more frequent and I have come to truly appreciate these places. There are many other lakes, rivers, ponds, and streams that I have yet to experience and explore around the Marysville area and from a quick glance at the map, it looks like I have a lot of catching up to do.

Amanda and I are planning on moving out of Chico to start the next chapter of our lives this summer and like the
salmon returning to its native waters in the fall, I am coming home.

Yuba Goldfields
My plan this Saturday was to float tube one of the bigger ponds in the goldfield. However, I wasn’t able to because I forgot my life-jacket in Chico. Safety first! Instead I wet waded and fished one of my favorites ponds the majority of the day and caught a lot of 12”+ bass on topwater with a popper and frog pattern. Although the bass don’t seem to get past the 2# mark in this particular pond, there are a ton of them and they were are all willing to chase and eat a frog pattern. I actually had the chance to watch a 2# bass stalk my frog and eat it 2 feet in front of me. The fishing action was insane!

A Good Average

It was a fun time bushwhacking through tall grass and thorny blackberry bushes trying to find better casting angles. My battle scars this trip include rough thumbs from handling the bass and several scratches on my legs from running through thorns and sticks. Luckily no ticks.

Monster Bluegills

The entire lower Yuba River area can be a very confusing place to navigate around due to private property. I personally believe that the entire area should be made into a wildlife refuge similar to the Oroville Wildlife Area to protect anadromous fish spawning habitat. Maybe with more people being aware of the area and using it for recreation we can someday make it happen.

Yuba River
The Yuba River is one of the streams that I am looking forward to fishing the most when I move back. I haven’t fished the Yuba River since February and my visit on Saturday was a reminder on how difficult it was to fish. I left a lot of my trout gear at home so I was pretty limited on fly presentation this trip.

My usual nymphs weren’t working that afternoon so I tried a sculpin which didn’t generate any interest either. As I was stepping out of the water onto the freestone gravel to rethink my strategy, I noticed a grasshopper flutter away. We are about 2-3 weeks ahead of fishing schedule so what the heck this might work… I tied on a foam grasshopper pattern. To my surprise, I was able to get two fish to rise but missed both of them. Damn it! Needless to say I was pretty frustrated. Typical Yuba River. Next time I’ll bring my A game

A friend of mine is leaving the school he’s taught at for over 11 years. Its feels almost like fate that we met whereas he is a fly fisherman too. He has gone out of his way and provided me with many opportunities to help me become a better teacher. I made him my first shadowbox project themed with Trinity River fly patterns as a going away present. The Trinity is his favorite watershed and someday I hope that we can both make a trip to fish it together. Cheers!

First shadowbox project
Horseshoe Lake, Paradise Lake

Paradise Lake & Horseshoe Lake, The Hate and Love

Lil Paradise Gill

One of the great aspects of fly fishing is the concept of learning how to be successful. To me, taking the time to learn a body of water and figuring out the puzzle of what works and what doesn’t is far more rewarding than catching a few here and there. There is one lake I tell people I “hate” because it is by far one of the most difficult still-waters I’ve fished so far.I hate Paradise Lake. 
When I use to fish with a spinning rod it was pretty easy and on most days I ended up catching more than a few bass, but once I picked up my fly rod the entire game changed. This Sunday I fished Paradise Lake to see if I could finally figure it all out.

Paradise Lake
On Sunday the weather was still a bit cold. The cold front had finally begun to taper to an end but the clouds and winds were still around. I found the water to be relatively warm and there was a lot of nice tall grass growth on the banks; ideal holding spots for bass and other fish. The lake had been stocked with trout a few weeks ago and the majority of anglers were targeting the planters. However, I had different intentions.

Paradise Lake is known for its quality largemouth bass population however, the conditions that they live in make them wary and smart. The clear blue waters with a visibility of 5ft or more makes these bass difficult to target, especially if fishing from the bank. They’ll see you before you see them and tricking them into eating a fly is futile if they saw you throw it.

I tried different sink-tips, patterns both big and small, and various retrieves but nothing proved successful. The only fish that were willing to bite were the tiny bluegills. I did manage to hook into an 18”+ bass but on its first jump it threw the hook. Pretty awesome to see it all happen though.

I definitely need to take the time to learn how be successful on Paradise Lake. The next time I get out there I’ll try fishing bluegill
patterns, maybe that will motivate the bass enough to get them to take. I hate Paradise Lake because its challenging, but love it because that’s what makes it fun.

Horseshoe Lake
Horseshoe Lake is my still-water success story. This small “lake” is the complete opposite of Paradise Lake. The clear blue waters are muddy and turbid and foothill forest is a tall grassy meadow. Countless trips of trial and error is how I learned to be successful on this particular body of water.

Another Bobber Cat

I spent an evening during the week to fish the lake and caught a dink catfish. My standard rig wasn’t working so I switched and quickly found success. I also snagged myself another bobber fish but it was a dink that was somehow able able to break itself off. At least I was able to release this one.

I’m tired of catching dinks. This Memorial Day weekend will be a great fishing weekend and I’m ready to catch some trophies.

Tied me a Trophy catching fly
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