by Dry Fly Rie » July 3rd, 2011, 1:36 am
Hey fellow addicts. I've really enjoyed learning from this site and its great members. I'm hoping to be a solid contributor. Here's my story of addiction (I apologize in advance for the length of my post...it's just such a special thing to talk about):
I was born, raised, and have lived my entire life in the northern part of San Diego. I will turn 30 later this summer, and even though I'm still fairly young, I can't help but lament missing out on some good years of fishing while I was busy pursuing other things.
Like many of the important things in my life, I owe my love of fly fishing and the outdoors to my father and grandfather. To this day, they are still my main two fishing partners and I really cherish every minute on the water with them. Like both of them, I am a high school teacher and coach, so I've always had my summers off and been able to fish.
My family has had a very long love affair with the Eastern Sierras, dating back to the 1950's. At that time, my grandfather, who was a high school football coach, would take his teams up to the mountains for a multi-day backpacking and team-building experience. For their honeymoon, my parents spent several nights back-packing around in the Sierras. When I was young, we would head up to the Devils Postpile/Red's Meadow area when school got out and camp for 2 weeks. Then we'd head back up for 2 more weeks right before school started up in September and my cousins would join us. When I was younger, I was more into riding my bike around the campground and diving for lures in the deeper pools of the San Joaquin with my cousins.
I don't really remember my first fish, but I know I was pretty young. My dad would take me to the beach to fish for perch, croaker, and corbina. We were also very fortunate to have access to some private avocado groves with some ponds that were loaded with blue gill and bass. I loved to fish and my dad was always willing to take me. Around about 8 or 9 years old, I started getting into fishing while we camped, and for several years, I used a 10 foot bamboo pole without a reel to catch trout on the San Joaquin. I would drift worms, crickets, and anything else I could grab in the forest to catch lots of wild browns, bows and brookies. My dad had done some fly fishing when he was younger and he bought himself a 6-wt rod and a reel around 1985 in attempt to get back into it while chasing bass on some local ponds. Shortly thereafter, he got me an Orvis Green Mountain 4-wt rod and reel and I've been using it ever since. I really didn't get heavy into fly fishing until my late teens, but I loved every minute of it.
When I finished high school, fishing took a backseat as I pursued my degree in education and played college baseball and briefly in the Minors. I began teaching/coaching about 5 years ago, and got married 4 years ago. I still enjoyed fly fishing, but I just didn't seem to have the time or the motivation to get out much. Periodically, I would still use my traditional tackle to chase bass in San Diego, but I just didn't make it up to the Sierras that often.
In the summer of 2009, I took a trip with my dad, grandpa, and uncle to Redding, CA to fish on Hat Creek and the Pit River. We didn't catch a whole lot of fish, but the trip rekindled my passion for fly fishing and I had my first float tube experience. I quickly got my own float tube and now I use it on the local ponds to strip streamers and leeches for bass and big blue gill. It's a blast. I even used my tube and caught my first still-water Sierra trout last summer at Twin Lakes.
I've been able to make a couple of short trips to the Mammoth area each of the last 2 summers and I've begun discovering some of the other fly fishing options besides the San Joaquin. This summer, I've already made one trip up, and I'm hoping for two more before school starts again. I have to say that I've really enjoyed trying to learn the ins and outs of places like Hot Creek, the Owens, and some of the other waters available on the Eastside. I must say, though, that my heart will always be with the San Joaquin River as it runs through the valley. I can't think of a better place to be than knee-deep in the stream, tossing a Yellow Humpy to those aggressive browns. It gets my blood pumping just thinking about it. In my mind it's the most perfect place in God's Creation.
Hope to get to meet and fish with some of you fine folks.
Thanks,
Rielly