Drove out to CA with Brandyn Rayda a fishing buddy I actually went to high-school with. He knew of a stretch that he was fond of below some trophy water, so we hiked in. The weather was changing every 15 minutes. I think I took off my hood and put it back on no less than 10 times.
Brandyn was eager to get to the “good water”, but on the hike up I saw a few pockets that looked pretty fishy. I let him go on ahead, and nymphed the biggest, ugliest stonefly in my box (in lieu of split-shot) and a beer-head baetis dropper through those seams and got grabs over and over. This was a sign of things to come.
I never changed my rig all day, because it produced all day. All of the fish I hooked were over 18″ and lost two aggressive bows over 21″. Brandyn was switching between nymphing and streamers and staying just as busy. We covered a good stretch of water and there were fish in all the usual places, behind big rocks, under over-hanging limbs, and any place the water slowed. It was the day you imagine in your head when reading a trout book before bed.
Almost every time I looked downstream/upstream, I saw Brandyn negotiating himself downstream with his rod-tip bent over. When you’re catching fish and your buddy is too, that’s a good day on the river. Just when you’re ready to leave her, the Truckee gives you a peck on the cheek.