BISHOP— Despite heavy rains and even record snowpack at higher elevations the Lower Owens ran gin-clear just below the Pleasant Valley Reservoir. The stretch of water was devoid of anglers due to crisp, cold 34-degree temperatures, but with broken clouds and still air, the day looked to be perfect fly fishing conditions.
The drive up to Bishop had flown by in six-hours flat, and other than constant distractions of changing scenery, the trip was uneventful. Leaving the less-than-attractive high desert of Palmdale, passing the airplane graveyard at Mojave, and finally catching sight of the huge Cinder Cones alongside highway 395 as it climbs toward the mountains, cares of the work-a-day world simply slipped away along the road.
Roadside signs pointed out the Hollywood Museum at Lone Pine, celebrating the rich film history of the area. Many of the hills along the way have been the backdrop for westerns shot on location nearby. Further up the road between the old towns of Lone Pine and Independence, is the travesty that was Manzanar, where 10,000 Japanese citizens were held during WW2. Now a national historical site the grounds and buildings are being restored in hopes of bringing enlightenment to future generations and perhaps a warning about the miss-use of government powers.
Those distractions had to wait for another day, perhaps when we return to Bishop in April for the Outdoor Writers Association of California spring conference.
Some great little motels await in Bishop and the folks at the Chamber of Commerce had recommended the newly remodeled Holiday Inn Express. The fresh décor and friendly staff really made getting in from the road a pleasure.
Finding the motel to be right down the street from the best damn BBQ, Holy Smoke Texas BBQ, I made a beeline for the dry-rubbed ribs and chicken.
With sunrise came the realization that the day was going to be bright and lovely. The fortunate chance that news having report exaggerated the incoming weather might have played into anglers not showing up along the river. Whatever the reason, the short drive north to the foot of the reservoir was easy and full of anticipation.
Local guide, Gary Gunsolley, had spent some time with me, giving tips on the Czech Nymph-no-indicator technique used most commonly along the Lower Owens. Simply a matter of wadering-up and getting into the shallow water of the river, then high-sticking the fly-rod, while searching the line for a tremble or change of direction. Nothing to it.
Two-hours after stepping into the knee-deep, frigid water I at last saw the tell-tale tremble and struck for the first fish of the day. This brown decided it would show me what L.O. trout are about and quickly I found the need to push up river, regaining some of the rapidly disappearing backer being ripped from my reel.
As I glanced around I was amazed to not see a single angler anywhere up or down the river. There’d be no help with this one. Gingerly stepping along the river bottom as fast as was prudent in such a chill, with the rod held high and constantly grinding the old Ross reel on my Sage, the line came in and at last, so did the 18-inch-plus fish.
Getting photos and releasing fish on your own is an art and every artist knows the difficulties of achieving desired results. The fish flipped out of the net and recovered very nicely before even one picture could be taken.
But lessons learned early in the day paid dividends as the day drew on. A few more fish at a few more spots though the tranquil afternoon were more than enough for any report and soon it was time to call it a day.
The ease of getting to this stretch of water and the lack of competition for spots and likely layups, makes winter fishing the Lower Owens a go-to option for this fly-guy’s next trip. Surely, I won’t wait till April before the road and the river call upon me to make the short drive up to Bishop and these beautiful waters once again.
Kotomyan Big Hill Preserve and Auburn SRA
For years I’ve passed the Auburn area without stopping to investigate the area’s outdoor opportunities. I see now that I’ve been missing something. Hiking trails abound near this charming town in the foothills of the Sierra.
Recently, as part of the Outdoor Writers Association of California spring conference, I got the chance to explore a small part of this trail network. This was the tail end of the spring season, before the onset of the hot, dry summer .
The area between Coon Creek and the Bear River represents the largest contiguous area of oak woodlands remaining in Placer County. Approximately 331 species of wildlife inhabit Placer County’s oak woodlands including mountain lions, bobcats, several species of hawk, rodents, snakes, owls, and songbirds. There are also many shapes and sizes of metamorphic rock outcroppings, which, mixed with the oats and wildflowers, make the area visually stunning.
We explored a four-mile loop starting at the gravel parking lot. We walked the gravel road for perhaps a quarter mile and then started climbing up an unmarked trail on the right. This steady uphill had us wandering around and between these colorful metamorphic rocks until we reached a place where we could look through the trees at the Sacramento skyline, some 30 miles distant. Along the way we encountered fences where we had to open and close the gates to proceed. We continued to climb, catching site of the Sierra, still covered with snow in late May. Finally we reached a dirt access road, where we turned right for a short walk to another unmarked trail and a few dozen yards scramble to a large rock-face, the view point. There we took a break and enjoyed the view. We could see the sierra in one direction, the valley in the other. This was the high point on the property.
On the way back we took another trail downhill and soon discovered ourselves back on the trail we had climbed. As in all good trails, things look different coming down than they did going up.
On the way out to Big Hill, on Bell Road, Placer Land Trust is working with Placer County and area landowners to construct a public recreational trail connecting Hidden Falls Regional Park along Coon Creek and up to the Bear River. You can access Hidden Falls, for a fairly short climb to the falls along the Poppy Trail, with a another short walk to the observation deck. Look for the sign along Bell Road on the way to Big Hill. Note that there is very little parking at Hidden Falls, and it fills up early on a weekend.
Another place to hike near town is Auburn State Recreation Area, a multi-use area that, while close to town, makes one feel that the unban world has been left behind. Back in the 70s there was a plan to build a dam and inundate the huge valley carved by the confluence of the north and middle fork of the American River. Seismic activity put the plan on hold, and nothing has happened since. In the meantime this has become a recreation mecca as well as the final stage of an endurance contest, the 100 mile foot race from Squaw Valley to Auburn, over some very high mountains. While I think running 100 miles is damn near crazy, it has brought much publicity to the area.
We started out at the ranger station along highway 49, a short way out of Auburn. Our guide was Scott Liske the head ranger and a fountain of information about the history of the area . He led us along the Manzanita Trail from the parking lot. This single track trail undulates high along the hillside, giving occasional views of the river below.
After close to a mile, the trail ended at a dirt road, offering more views and easier walking. We paused at a bench to take in the rivers, the roads along them and the people enjoying a day on the water. Then we came to the Tinker Cutoff, which we took down to the highway, three tenths of a mile down through a dense forest to Highway 49 and all the cars parked along the road, people sunning and fishing.
After stepping out on Hwy. 49, we walked across the bridge to the Old Forestville Road: gate number 150. Walking around the gate, we started up a gradual rise along the Middle Fork of the American River. This old road is the last stretch of that very long run from Squaw Valley. Walking along, I looked down to see people sunning themselves on cement abutments that were built for reasons I’ve not learned.
Shortly after starting down this road, we came to No Hands Bridge, originally a railway bridge. Just before crossing it, was found a trail junction. The left fork leads to the town of Cool, three miles away and to Squaw Valley, 97 miles and a twenty-four hour run away.
The road climbed until it passes two abutments, places where a railroad bridge was to be built many years ago. After the road became a single track trail it crossed a small creek right by a trickling waterfall, a place where a family was enjoying playing in the water.
After a bit the trail started to become a road again, and then we saw the sign for the road heading off and up to the right: .4 miles to the ranger station. Since we’d come a long way down, we had a serious climb that last .4 mile, a real aerobic workout. Short and steep, this trail took us back to 49, and all we had to do was cross the highway and walk a few yards to our cars.
On this hike, according to Laske, we walked 4.5 miles with an elevation gain of 925 feet, with great views of the confluence of the two forks. The entire canyon we walked above and then down through almost became a lake, and while the project is still open, it’s unlikely that this lovely valley will ever become inundated.
To access Auburn SRA, from downtown Auburn find where High St. and Lincoln Way come together and take El Dorado Street (Hwy49) down into the canyon. The ranger station will be on the left.
For Big Hill and Hidden Falls, take Grass Valley Highway from I-80 about 3.5 miles to Bell Road, Turn left. You will see the sign for Hidden Falls, and Big Hill is at the end of the road.
Morning light bathes the room. Through an open window, pounding surf and barking sea lions tap me awake as memory rewinds on four days of bliss by the sea.
Day one: Morro Bay, a classic California beach town, is charming and welcoming with a small-town allure that can’t be ignored. Winding along Highway 41, the road bends and delivers views of iconic Morro Rock. I sip a breath of ocean air and smile. Over the next four days this landmark will never be out of sight.
Protected as Morro Rock State Preserve, the 581-foot monolith can’t be hiked or climbed. Disturbing the bird life is prohibited. The “Gibraltar of the Pacific,” Morro Rock is one of nine volcanic-plug “sisters” stretching inland to San Luis Obispo. The 2,300-acre Morro Bay National Estuary and protected bay is a marine and wildlife sanctuary. Two dozen threatened and endangered species live in the bay’s watershed, including the peregrine falcon, brown pelican, sea otter, Morro Bay kangaroo rat, black rail, snowy plover, steelhead trout and Morro Manzanita. Annually, outdoor devotees are drawn to this natural wonderland and the Morro Bay Winter Bird Festival, which offers numerous field trips and presentations.
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As a general principle, do you want to travel toward a population center when looking for a place to fish? My opinion had been that we should be heading away from an urban area trying to find good fishing. Based on this idea I have not fished Folsom Lake in the decades I have been living in the Foothills. Recently I had my opinion changed.
In May, I attended an Outdoor Writers Association of California convention in Placer County. I was invited to fish Folsom Lake with bass fishing guide Don Paganelli. I was excited to go and find out what I had been missing. I have had reports from bass tournament anglers that there were some good fish in the lake.
The drought hit Folsom Lake especially hard. The water level had dropped to 116 feet below full. The dam at Folsom is much lower that Oroville and the water stored had dropped well below 25 percent of capacity. It seemed logical to me that the fish population would have suffered with the small remaining volume of water. We were going to be fishing the lake at close to full condition. Would there be enough fish to provide good sport?
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What does a city girl know about fun fishing and farm ponds? You might be surprised. Country folks just walk behind their house or to the neighbors to fish a pond. To get to a river, stream or bigger pond, they can take a horse and get there and back in a short time. Okay, I know they have trucks and can get to a nearby lake but it takes a little more effort for us city dwellers to engage in such activities. In my territory we have wheels on everything. In my Ford 150 on an 8 lane freeway I can be at a lake in less than an hour, okay, two hours with traffic. City kids have bicycles and skateboards and can zip a few miles and get to their fishing spots. I remember in the old days when my boys jumped on their two wheelers and rode to a nearby private lake, jumped the fence and fished. When I tried to do it, jumping the fence wasn’t a good thing.
Out west we have aqueducts. We have lots of them if you can get to one and fishing is allowed. In years past, our family would sit on the bank of an aqueduct and fish for hours because there are huge catfish and stripers lurking about and we caught us some. It would be important for you to know that most aqueducts have slippery, mossy sides that I found out about the hard way. One nice afternoon while we were fishing my hat flew into the water. I stepped just an inch into the water to get it and quickly slid all the way in. Did I mention there is usually a fast current as well? My family burst into laughter until they realized mom was in a panic and quickly heading down stream and reached out with a net to save me!
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My name is Lara Kaylor and I have worked as a journalist for more than a decade covering everything from the outdoors to small town politics. I joined OWAC in 2007.