I haven’t been fishing in probably 25 years but this year I decided to get my license and give it a try. I prefer camping by Sierra lakes and I’ve seen how good the fishing is up there. So my first mountain excursion this summer was to French Meadows Reservoir over the fathers day weekend. It’s a bit more remote than my usual camping spots and therefore not as crowded which pleases me immensely, but it is a long windy road down then up the American River Canyon. Takes 2.25 hours from home in Colfax, including the gas stop. Of course I had Ben and Biggs with me, while Kate was in Portland visiting her son and grandkids.
When I arrived I was surprised the lake was down so much, this being early in the summer. It had to be a good 30-40 feet down. Apparently a record low for this time of year. The campground was about half full, or less. Gorgeous campsites, well maintained with flush toilets. The camp host, Mike, was a terrific very likeable guy, who gave me some tips on where to fish and that they were averaging two fish per day from the shore and five per day from boats.
I had two spinning rods, one set for power bait rig and the other for casting lures. I had a masterkaster lure and tried that first around 5pm just for practice. Bam within 15 minutes I had a big German Brown Trout on the line. What a surprise. A real nice one measuring 16″ long.
I ended up catching 8 trout all together and let go 5 since they were too small. The power bait worked good but the rig kept getting snagged in the rocks until I alleviated that problem a bit by reeling it in faster when done. Biggs sat next to me nicely while Ben, being the water dog he is, got frustrated when I wouldn’t let him swim out to the bait. But eventually he just decided to swim by himself going out to the center of the lake and exploring.
A beautiful Bald Eagle soared right above me while fishing and of course I had no camera. It was so low I could see it perfectly.