Debra and I left Pleasanton at noon up and over Donner pass. Not much fluffy stuff up there.
We checked into the Nougat and met up with Mr. and Mrs Dangerous Trebles for food drinks and a spot of wagering. Mike fished Friday afternoon for nada but there were reports of fish being caught so I was pumped and did not sleep well. Mike and I left Sparks Saturday AM and headed north. Clear and cold but not quite ice in the guides cold.
We met Crash at Blockhouse and commenced to flailing the water with all manner of exotic fish attracting apparatus. Robert drew first blood on the beetle.
I hooked up shortly thereafter on a black wooly bugger but lost it at the net. Had a huge follower on that same black bugger. Looked to be ten plus. Slowed down to a grind.
so we left for Popcorn where it was packed with all manner of manually operated watercraft.
Saw a couple caught there and regretted not bringing yaks. Got back in the trux and headed north.
We retired to Crosbys for lunch happily consuming their awful burgers. Arteries slowed down to one step above sludge we pointed south and tried Sandhole. Scenery was large and weather was not winter.
We threw every possible color of spoon, same with varied beetles fished carolina rigged and numerous flies.We pounded it until the sun touched the ridge with temps dropping quickly
Mike and I left Robert on the beach and headed back to Reno. The ladies had been hunting as well at the mall by Scheels and this is how good marriages are made. Italian food in Reno with the Schaeffers and back to the hotel for more sportsmanship. It was snowing hard coming over the pass today. Bring it on.