by Mattman » January 29th, 2012, 8:35 pm
I was born in SoCal, but moved with my folks to Colorado when I was 2. My dad changed jobs a lot and we lived in at least 9 homes in 6 different towns in 11 years we were there. Dad was a trout fisherman and taught me to fish streams with spinning gear when I was no more than four. I have a great picture of us taken at Rifle creek when we lived there in Rifle when I was four, I'm holding a couple fish, possibly my first. Not having much money, my parents idea of a good way to spend Saturday was a drive in the mountains. If that drive went near some promising water, we'd fish a little. I don't recall ever catching a whole lot of fish except a couple times we went with friends who must have been better fisherman than my dad. We never caught much of anything but pan fish in lakes, and that pretty much still holds true for me. I also remember fishing some with other kids in park lakes and farm ponds, mostly for blue gill, or sunfish.
My dad bought me one new fishing rod in my childhood and the first trip out we capsized the raft a buddy of mine and I had built to fish a farm pond. The raft wasn't built for a grown man I guess. I was paddling and my rod was laying on the deck and it went in the pond. The water was no more than about 10 feet deep but had probably 3-4 feet of weeds on the bottom. My dad dove repeatedly trying to find that rod, but he never did, we even came back out with a diving mask, but still didn't find it. It was from Kmart and probably cost under $10 back then.
We moved back to SoCal in 1976, when I was 13, settling in Whittier. My dad tried to make a living and struggled as he pretty much always had, but at least we stopped moving so much. Dad didn't fish too much here in CA other than a few trips we took to fish off the piers at the beach. I got hooked up with some other kids who fished and we joined the high school fishing club when I was a freshman. We had a good group and went on quite a few fishing trips. I had almost as much fun doing stuff we did on campus after school. We learned to wrap rods, I couldn't afford the nice new Saber blanks some of the other kids were wrapping, so I re-wrapped my dads tired old rod that he was holding in that old picture at Rifle Creek. We also poured worms, made spinners, carved, painted and rigged plugs and practiced knots. I was also in backpacking club and some of my best fishing was actually done on those trips well into the San Gabriel, San Bernadino, and San Jacinto Mountains.
After high school I fished off and on with friends who fished, it was kind of random. Somebody would ask if I fished and I'd say sure. I fished some in the Sierras, some off the piers at the beach, a little surf fishing, and some boat fishing in lakes and the ocean.........everything but fly fishing. My grandpa who I don't think I ever fished with died when I was about 25 and I inherited his Montague Rapidan fly rod, my first cane rod and first fly rod.
When I got married 16 years ago, I started going to Colorado regularly, at least once or twice a year. My wife's sister lived there and a few years later her parents who had been career missionaries in Japan retired there as well. I bought a couple spinning rigs I kept there and fished a little most every trip. I had more fun rediscovering places I'd been as a child, when I was along for the ride. I did some mountain biking and road biking around Colorado Springs.
About 6 years ago my in-laws bought a cabin just outside a little town situated almost in the center of Colorado, at the edge of a high mountain valley at 9800' elevation. The first trip to "the cabin" I brought my mountain bike and my son's little mountain bike on the top of the car, we quickly learned that you just can't really go from LA and virtually sea level up to almost 10,000' and expect to ride. You pretty much go like normal for about 1/4 mile and then stop completely winded and gasping for air. So what to do at the cabin? Hiking yielded about the same result as the biking had. As we explored the town we saw evidence that the area considered itself the trout fishing capital of the state.......the big signs were my first clue. The local fly shop and sporting goods store confirmed this was fly fishing country, and the town was just the beginning. Some of the state's best know waters were within an hours drive. That trip was in the Spring, and when I returned a few months later in late Summer, I was equipped....marginally and had taken some fly fishing lessons at a famous shop near my current home here in SoCal. I won't say I had great luck, but I caught fish and I was myself well and truly hooked on fly fishing....the fish were released, I was hooked for good.
I now fly fish there at least one or two weeks every year. I've fly fished the Sierras a bit and have made many day trips into the local SoCal mountains. I'm even trying my hand at surf fishing with a fly rod, but after about 3 trips I'm so far skunked. Initially I bought a cheap 6wt 3 pc. rod and reel combo, I left it in with a nephew in Colorado after my first trip. The next year I had a few decent quality name brand graphite rods in 4-6 wts, but now I have moved on, or is it back to bamboo. I really like the feel of casting bamboo, and I just love the craftsmanship that goes into making them. I have not fished my Grandpa's Rapidan, I probably never will, but I did fix it up so it's fishable if I wanted to. Its really interesting to me that my Grandpa who fished a bamboo fly rod, never even showed it to me while he was alive. He did spend time with me and taught me woodworking and how to work hard all day at all kinds of other stuff. Now I have his old rod and a passion for fly fishing that skipped my dad's generation completely. I have already taught my son to fly fish, he started at age 7. He has caught fish, but does not yet share the passion. At 11 now he is still maybe too young. Fishing is cool for an hour or two, if he's catching fish within the first 1/2 hour. I hope he'll eventually get the passion, I'm just trying not to push it. I'd truly love to spend the rest of my life going on cool fly fishing trips with him.
Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” They said to him, “We will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing. John 21:3
It seems not much has changed in 2000 years.