Delerium Tremens and I left the easy bay at 1:30 Friday headed over the hill to visit the Stone Mother. I was disappointed to see the lack of snow above Donner.
We rolled into Reno, checked in to the Eldo and hit the casinos for awhile. Bastards took my money. Steak dinner at the fancy place at Silver Legacy eased the losses somewhat. Back in the room at a reasonable hour for the snoring contest.
Up at 5 and on our way to the lake and down to Blockhouse. Cloudshow ensued.
Robert hooked up before Mike could tie on a fly.
Tanqueray and tonics in the casino and some gaming. Dinner was at Pho 777. Takes the chill out of the bones after being in waders all day.
Back at it Sunday at Sunrise. We decided to hit Monument again. Crowded and slow so we left for one final stop at Blockhouse. Crowded there as well with riff raff and roustabouts. I pitched a white foam beetle and 3rd cast I was on with a Pilot Peak fish. Great fight up and down the beach.
One of the most enduring urban myths in the Reno area involves Pyramid Lake, located just a few miles north of town on the Paiute Indian Reservation. Call it a myth at your discretion – nearly every spring an unlucky fisherman, angling for a record-sized cutthroat trout, disappears. Their bodies are seldom recovered. Some attribute their disappearance to the 350-foot depth of the lake, while others claim, “It’s the Water Babies.”
Just who, or what, are the Water Babies? Since no one has lived to tell the tale, it all depends on who you ask. It is an established fact that before the white man arrived at Pyramid Lake members of the Paiute tribe threw ill-formed or premature babies into the water. The tribe members felt that this was a necessary task to keep the tribe strong in the harsh desert environment.
According to one version of this Reno urban legend, the angry spirits of the unfortunate infants took hold of the lake over the centuries. Now, nearly every spring, these tormented spirits take their revenge on lake dwellers.